Part Three, POV 3: A Tiny Flower Told Me.

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"Howdy!" I had rehearsed this over and over. "I'm Flowey." I gave a short pause, as I usually did. "Flowey the Flower!" I saw the tired monster was confused. "Hey, Tired Bonehead! I'm over here!" The monster had started to walk away. "You have something I need." Then, my hideous smile unfolded. "A body." Just at that moment, vines shot up and took control of the tired monster's arms and legs.
"And you look like you aren't using it. So I'll be taking this." Flowey's vines shot through the Tired man's body. "I'll give it back when I'm done. It won't take long." I then burst into a fit of demonic laughter, cackling like a hyena. The tired man then spoke, "My sons will stop you." I replied, "Or will I stop your sons?" Suddenly, I used my vines to literally get into the tired man's head. "Go find them. Or I'll have to."
I let my grip off of his conscience, and the tired man looked and felt fine. But he knew that the demonic little flower was in there.
"I think this will be the start of something beautiful..." I whispered. I kept my laughter silent. But soon, I would laugh as loud as I'd like.

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