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I suggest we call him Omega Puzzles
A long time ago A human fell into the RUINS.
Injured by it's fall, the fallen screamed in pain.
ASRIEL, the king's son, heard the fallen's call.
He brought the human back to the castle.
Over time, ASRIEL and the fallen became like siblings.
The King and Queen were still distrustful of the fallen child.
But slowly underground became full of hope for peace.
Then…
One day…
ASRIEL became very ill.
On his death bed ASRIEL
had only one
selfless goal.
To let the fallen see
the flowers from
it's village.
The next day.
The next day.
…
ASRIEL died, his dust
spread over the garden
in the throne room
The fallen, By the
allowance of it's sibling,
absorbed ASRIEL'S SOUL.
They gained incredible power.
With the prince's
SOUL, the fallen
crossed through
the barrier.
It walked into
the sunset.
Back to the
village of the
humans.
The fallen, full of
hatered for it's own
kin.
Slaughtered those
who once exiled it
to the mountain.
Blood, both it's own
and of others covering
their body.
For six years
the fallen walked the surface
seeking to bring death to
anyone in it's way.
Humans could not take
it any longer.
They cornered the now
injured fallen back
at the mountain.
The humans
attacked it
with everything
they had.
It was struck
with blow after
blow.
The lone fallen
couldn't fight an
armed crowd.
And so…
With it's dead brother's
soul…
Now with a grin on
it's face…
It fell once more.
Wounded and tired…
The fallen could not
have survived the fall,
Returning home…
(To New home navigation post)
(To The CR!Underfell masterpost)
"Where are you headed, friend?"
Hotland lab was empty and dark. A note on the floor before an omenous door directed you to enter and find out what The royal scientist is hiding.
Under the lab there is an entire complex, The tue lab. Medical equipment, mirrors, flowers, strange machines and ... White shapes lurking just out of view.
From records you know what happened. The monsters you were familiar with now merged together with power from souls.
You would expect that whoever conducted such operations would stop after a couple of unfortunate results, but there are too many of them to assume.
Flowey also was created here, injected with a will to live without a soul. Being niether a human or a monster there is a chance that he might be able to consume souls of both.
In the generator room of the true lab amalgamations cought up to you, but the flower emerged, connecting itself to the animalistic creations of soul power. Confused and torn apart by wills of multiple lives now have a direction given by the plant.
They merged and congealed into a shape akin to the flower itself. It seems like the flower came to warn you of the danger he'll pose if you continue on the path that you took.
The flower took residence in Waterfall where it controls the web of espionage. Maybe you could use his abilities for mansterkind's benefit.
(To The CR!Underfell masterpost)
He might lack empathy after his floral rebirth, but he still has memories right? Maybe the soul he stole will help too. (Idk, I've been working on this over a week now and it just doesn't look right??? Infact, nothing I make looks right to me for a last couple of weeks. Does anyone else have that???)
(To The CR!Underfell masterpost)
You Know What I Find Funny? Thinking About How Asriel Learned Magic As Flowey.
And Once He Did, He Made The Decision To Name One Of His Attacks Fricking “FRIENDLINESS PELLETS”!
I Have No Words..
The Little Bastard Has Consumed My Life.
Send me your ocs and i'll try and make flowey imitation sprites for em
in reblogs
this is what happens when you flirt with goats.sorry forlow quolity i will post a high quolity later.
What an innocent little fellow! He is without ill intentions!
What an innocent little fellow! He is without ill intentions!
What an innocent little fellow! He is without ill intentions!
What an innocent little fellow! He is without ill intentions!
UMDERTAL NEWSLETTTER!!!!!!!!!!UEAHHHH
I love papyas and flower
Unfinished flowey drawing I made bleeghhhhhhh.....
The Red Soul: An Undertale Theory
In the Undertale universe, there can only be one red soul, and it is passed onto a different human after its last vessel dies. That is the theory, and let me explain why I think this is the case.
When you are playing Undertale for the first time, you're led to believe (for the most part) that you are naming the human that you play as (Frisk). The name you pick is shown in the stats menu and it's shown right next to your HP and LV during battle. This wouldn't make sense if Chara and Frisk had two separate souls. This theory explains that: last time, the soul belonged to Chara, and now Frisk has Chara's soul.
Furthermore, I think it also explains why Chara slowly takes control over the course of the Genocide Route. Flowey, despite being a fucking liar, explains this as soon as you meet him: your soul starts off weak, but grows stronger with LV, and guess what you gain more and more of as you progress through the genocide route. That's right. LV. LOVE. If it were Chara's soul, that would perfectly explain why they take over - because when Chara's soul grows stronger, Chara also grows stronger.
Lastly, this explains why Flowey/Asriel believe that Frisk is Chara, despite them looking clearly different. Asriel would've most likely seen Chara's soul considering he absorbed it as part of Chara's plan. Since Asriel and Flowey both see your soul at the start and end of the game respectively, it would make sense for them to believe you are Chara if you were controlling Chara's soul.
So that's the theory: the red soul was once Chara's, and now it belongs to you.
TOBYYYYYYYY
hi yes, do me a favor and count up how many zeroes come after the decimal.
Yeah.
YEAH. NINE ZEROES.
guys... GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
flowey, in his final form, was an extension—a being born from the idea that true strength lay in numbers. that power came from reaching that unattainable summit, the highest peak, where nobody could control or get to him. he even aimed infinity itself.
but that's where the irony lies, isn't it?
here frisk was. standing tall, defiantly clinging to life at 0.0000000001 HP.
nine ZEROES. a number so close to nothingness, it’s barely there at all.
a number so brittle, it should mean the end.
on the precipice of defeat. for anyone else, this would be a definitive game over.
but for frisk... it was somehow enough.
that very fragility, that brush with oblivion, granted frisk a strength flowey could never understand. those nine zeroes were survival distilled down to its purest form.
asriel seethes. how the hell are they still standing? how do they keep going when everything—logic, the numbers—screams that they should be gone? dead! he should be winning!
he hurls everything at them. all his hurt, all his rage, every ounce of power he’s amassed. and still, they remain.
frisk doesn't fight back. they don’t retaliate, don’t strive to overpower him. not because they’re invincible, but because they don’t need to be.
what good is being on top if you’re alone? what does it matter if you have power if it doesn’t fill the emptiness inside?
frisk reflects all the parts of himself he’s buried, the fragments he’s tried so desperately to forget.
remember when you didn’t need to chase the biggest numbers?
when you didn’t keep count of moments, no matter how they made you feel?
when every laugh felt like it would last, and there was something beautiful in just being, even as everything quietly passed by?
AUUUBGHHHH THE NUMBER NINE YOU GUYS!!!! 9!!!! ALWAYS AT THE SCENE OF THE CRIME!! TOBY YOU ABSOLUTE MADMAN