Frisk and the ponies exited the woods, Flowey was still in there to… ‘hunt’. “Not that I’m not grateful, but how did you survive that long against the Timberwolves?” Twilight gently asked the four of them.
“I-i m-made a shield…” Frisk mumbled. “I-i’m not that g-good at it yet.”
“That’s really impressive, considering you told us humans aren’t supposed to be able to use magic,” Twilight said. She sounded proud, but if one knew how to read a pony they’d see the scepticism she had.
Frisk, in a bid to impress the ponies attempted to make a shield in front of them. It made a shield that, while stronger looking than the previous she tried to make, appeared to still be a bit weak. This would take four hits to the previous shields whopping one.
The three ponies gasped, Twilights eyes widening the most. “Impressive,” She commented, looking at the shield, as if trying to find out how Frisk had done it.
The little human girl blushed, squirming a little under all of the attention. You shouldn’t have tried to show off then, idiot. “I-it’s j-just my Determination,” She said bashfully.
“Determination?” Twilight asked. For some reason that sounded familiar, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember… don’t let Chara hear that bet.
Frisk nodded. “Y-yeah. My SOUL is red, the color for DETERMINATION. I-i use t-that instead of magic.” Frisk didn’t notice the ponies surprise at this, until Twilight spoke up.
What followed was a tirade from the mare of how dangerous messing with the SOUL was and reprimanding Frisk for risking using it at all. All of this was heard by a flower not far away.
Frisk kept trying to get a word in, before going silent. Confused, the other mares turned to see what Frisk was looking at and gasped. Curious about what her friends could be so shocked at, Twilight stopped her tirade to turn around and saw Flowey. His sockets were black, with white pinpricks, and had a jagged, fanged smile.
“Howdy. I’m FLOWEY, FLOWEY the FLOWER. You seem to be messing with my friend there… and that just won’t do,” Flowey said in a voice Frisk had never heard before, it actually sounded menacing.
“F-flowey, she just d-doesn’t understand ho-ow humans work,” Frisk said, trying to calm her friend. Judging by the red thorns on the flower, it wasn’t very effective. Frisk went over to Flowey and hugged him, shocking him enough that he calmed to look normal again, as much as a flower with a face can anyway.
“Wa-dammit, Frisk. You had to ruin my fun, didn’t you?” The flower said with a annoyed look at the human that was currently hugging him. Fluttershy was shaking, Pinkie was smiling, and Twilight was glaring.
“What do you mean by ‘humans are different’, Frisk?” Twilight asked, suspicion and her own natural curiosity for all the shiny things coming through.
Frisk squirmed a bit, hugging Flowey a bit more for comfort, much to the latters protest. “Um, since humans don’t naturally have magic, we use SOUL power,” She explained. “Though, that’s rare too nowadays… the last seven users were real meanies.”
Flowey’s expression turned angry. “Yes, those idiots. Trapped a whole race for what they could do, not for what they did… which was nothing.” He said. Frisk looked disappointed, while not in her species (that was a certain demons job) but in the ‘mages’.
At that moment, the universal comedy relief spike made his presence finally known by puking up a letter. Frisk went over, wanting to make sure that he was okay.
Twilight, ignoring Spike as per the usual, levitated the letter to her. As she did, Frisk noticed they were at a picnic area. This brought up a memory for the child, but she couldn’t remember it fully for the life of her. Though she thought it was important.
Frisk tried to remember so much she completely missed the whole song and dance number that came up, and only realised they were moved when the group was on a train headed for Canterlot.
The little human looked around, but didn’t see Flowey anywhere. She guessed this made sense… how would he be on the train anyway?
One train ride later…
The group, plus some guards, were walking to the castle. The whole city was enshrouded with a magical barrier, because of a threat that was made against it. What followed was a rather strange whole day, with Frisk trying to remember why all of this seemed so familiar and failing to, Twilight acting weird, and the reason they’re there, Princess Cadence acting a bit funny too, but Frisk also had never met her in real life so she didn’t see too much wrong with it.
A certain Flower, on the other hand, was very suspicious. After telling Frisk to save every night, he went on a sort of stealth mission to watch Cadence.
At the wedding…
Everything had happened so fast. Frisk and the elements were captured, Celestia in a cocoon, and a evil Changeling named Chrysalis, who was the queen, standing and laughing at them all.
That was when flowey came in.
(A/N:Play this song, but replace ‘Frisk’ with Chryssi)
“Howdy, I’m Flowey, a pleasure to meetcha,” Flowey started, smiling innocently. “Allow me to teach ya, the law of the land.”
“These are friendliness pellets,” Flowey continued, Frisk shivering a bit out of view. “The world is a nice ‘nice’ place, grab as many as you can… ” Flowey continued.
Surprisingly, Chrysalis, the dumbass she was, went to grab the pellets with her hoove as they neared her. When they hit her, she cried out in pain and felt like her power was… far away, the connection muddled.
Flowey laughed then, his sinister face on. “I Can’t keep a straight face!”
“Don’t judge too harsh, bug, you don’t know where I’ve been, the only rule is this… it’s KILL or be KILLED.” Flowey said, swaying to some unseen beat. “You weren’t the first, bug, others have came and went…”
At this, vines appeared from the shadows, changeling corpses dangling from them. “Spent, pain that never ends,” He continued, the SOULs visibly sliding down his vines to his main body, the changeling SOUL seeming to change form as much as the creature itself. “It’s Kill or be KILLED!”
Chrysalis starred, in both horror and rage. Flowey grew a bit with his new energy, head height with the bug now. “I know that you’re angry~” He said teasingly, before glaring. “I’m Angry ToO.” He said, face distorting and making Chrysalis jump back out of fear.
“I’ve watched you all suffer… then start anew,” The flower continued, surprising Frisk. Did… the world RESET without her knowing? The thought scared her. “I’ve watched all my friends die, because of you” Flowey snarled.
“I’m sordid and bored… out of my mind,” Flowey said, seeming a little tired there for a second before his maniacal face returned. “Don’t, judge, too, harsh, bug, you don’t know who I’ve been, here all aboveground… it’s kill or be killed.”
Flowey was taller, Chrysalis feeling as more and more of her people died. “The bad news is this… isn’t your game to win, hence, if you can’t RESET it’s KILL or be KILLED!”
Seeming done with his number, vines erupted from the floor, impaling Chrysalis in no less than twenty different spots, her SOUL in a cage of vines.
The flower brought the SOUL to his face, looking it over and chuckling a little. “Don’t judge too harsh, bug, you don’t know what you are now, when feeling DETERMINED… it’s KILL OR BE KILLED.”
Chrysalis’s SOUL tried to escape, writhing in it’s cage, prompting Flowey to continue his demented number. “You Fighting is pointless, you can’t escape me my friend, fool, Rulers make the rules… but cheaters can break them”
With this, Flowey opened his much larger mouth and ate Chrysalis’s SOUL. “Your SOUL is mine,” Flowey said with a cackle, before turning to the window. Outside, large vines stretched far into the air, red thorns growing out of them and impaling the entirety of the changeling race, lights representing SOULs going down them and underground, towards Flowey’s central self.
Frisk, freed now, approached the flower. Frisk pointedly ignored the genocide committed on the parasites that were the Changelings, and shakily smiled up at the now extremely large flower. He was almost twice as big as Celestia!
The child hugged him. “Thanks for saving us, Flowey,” She said quietly. Flowey looked down, face morphing into a… softer, gentler one.
“No problem, Frisk,” He replied just as soft and quiet as she had spoken. With all these SOULs, he faintly felt some positivity. Flowey felt something strange, then, his form glowing.
When the glow subsided, he looked like this.
Though he didn’t have the tubing going anywhere, and the mouths and hands were just lines on him, his arms more rounded and less spikey, his magic allowing him to mold the form to be safe for Frisk to hug. His eyes were his normal, for now, not the red and green… that was for when people made him mad.
“Well… this is… interesting,” Flowey said, looking at his arms with a smile.
Frisk looked up with stars in her eyes. “Flowey, you’re Omega Flowey now! Yay, my Flowey evolved into Omega Flowey! Doodoodedoodoodoodoodedoo!”
“Please, with this strength I’m only a sixth Omega flowey,” The now humanoid Flowey said with a grin, patting and ruffling Frisks hair. He was going to do that so much now purely because it irritated her.
Frisk pouted, messing with her hair to put it back to normal. The two did this, ignorant of the horrified ponies in the room… Luna seemed okay with it though. Celestia looked like a disappointed parent, but she couldn’t be mad at him for saving her precious ponies. Even if it was only because the human liked them.
Twilight was muttering about dark soul magic and things of a similar nature, Fluttershy was fainted since Chrysalis tied them up, Rainbow looked horrified but also… awed? Rarity had joined Fluttershy in slumberland when the corpses came out, and Applejacks face was covered in hat.
Speaking of corpses, the group noticed a distinct lack of them in the room. Unknown to them, Flowey had brought the corpses underground and, well… he was still a plant. Flowey had a idea, walking over to the balcony and looked down at the confused ponies.
Flowey retracted his vines, them connected to him and the hole in the floor through his back. “You are now safe, Ponies!” He called down down to them, voice projected with magic he had to spare.
Immediately he felt praiseloveadoration flowing into him. Guess eating the changelings body and more gave him more than just a new form. Flowey felt the Changeling SOULs in him grow stronger, but all it took was a mental Determination push and a shattering of the queen's personality while leaving the SOUL to bring them under his mental heel.
As Flowey absorbed the energy, he inwardly dreaded what he knew was to come… both from the ponies giving him looks in the room, and from the futures he knew.