Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20170911015222/@comment-26120744-20170918021508

Flowey is sulking. He doesn't remember who he is or why he's there, but visions of a girl in a black dress fill his mind. He is the embodiment of despair, but he doesn't know how or why.

"What's it all for!?" He cried at absolutely no one."Who am I!? How can I remember!?"

He went back to sulking, until a voice answered.

"By knowing the truth, of course."

Flowey looked up, and there, on a parapet above him, stood Hatred.

"Just as a flower comes from a seed, or a chicken comes from an egg," Hatred said. "Everything has an origin. You need to find the one originally responsible for your fall."

"Is that really the solution?" Flowey asked. "Tell me, do you know who it is?"

Hatred looked Flowey in the eyes. "Indeed."

(The next day, I.E. Right now)

Nick is bored.

Papyrus is reading some of Gaster's books on SOULs.