[Once upon a time, a kid covered in dust walked into a certain Home.
There, they were greeted by a flower who told them a little story as they searched for the keys to a padlock. About how he called for help but nobody came. How he was certain it was his best friend even though it wasn't Chara's face that stared back at him.
But they remember how terrified that flower ended up being of them.
Realization is like a punch to the gut. But it's obvious now that this is not Asriel, nor the Flowey that Chara remembers from the Underground. His...double, then?
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There, they were greeted by a flower who told them a little story as they searched for the keys to a padlock. About how he called for help but nobody came. How he was certain it was his best friend even though it wasn't Chara's face that stared back at him.
But they remember how terrified that flower ended up being of them.
Realization is like a punch to the gut. But it's obvious now that this is not Asriel, nor the Flowey that Chara remembers from the Underground. His...double, then?
* You equip the Real Knife.
Their next words hiss out, coated in red.]
Where is he?
[They are not going to play your game.]