Dear Readers,
The defeated Flowey hung their wilted petals, leaving me with the choices of FIGHT or MERCY. I chose MERCY. After all, I was still playing pacifist...
Flowey peeked from under their petals and asked what I was doing? Did I really think they learned anything from this? They said no.
I had the choice again! I chose Mercy again.
Flowey said sparing them wouldn't change anything. They said killing them was the only way to end this.
I chose Mercy again.
Flowey turned even more to me and said if I let them live, they would come back.
Flowey had a bruised but still grinning face.
I chose Mercy again.
Flowey said they'd kill me.
I chose Mercy again.
Flowey widened their eyes, saying they'd kill everyone.
I chose Mercy again.
Flowey grinned wider, saying they would kill everyone I loved.
I chose Mercy again.
Flowey had nothing to say. I continued choosing Mercy.
Flowey looked confused, then annoyed, asking me why?
I chose Mercy again.
Flowey asked why was I being so nice to them? They looked less grinny now and more sad.
I chose Mercy again.
Flowey said they couldn't understand.
I chose Mercy again.
Flowey said again they couldn't understand.
I chose Mercy again.
The atmospheric wind stopped and Flowey said they just couldn't understand.
Flowey then ran away and I was finally outside the battle screen once more, standing in the spot that looked like where I met Flowey at first.
This was no doubt another test of determination :)
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