//------------------------------// // a dark Pony's fate is sealed // Story: Displaced Frisk and Flowey // by black night sun //------------------------------// Flowey stood with Frisk next to his side as he neutrally looked over the equines gathered in front of him. “Hey Flowey, now that you're Omega ca-can you-” Frisk asked still hugging flowey but was cut off Flowey's retort was neutral as his face at the moment. “Barely, faintly,” he said simply. “I’d need more for anything resembling actual positive emotions.” “I'm glad you can feel something again.” Frisk said bearing her face into flowey as she was worried about him not being able to feel. He simply patted the top of her head gently, not looking away from the ponies. “Do you realise what you’ve done?” Celestia asked, eyes narrowed at the humanoid flower. “Stop a invading force from sucking the love out of your ponies and killing them all?” He snarkily replied, Celestia taking a step back in surprise. She wasn't prepared for that response. “But you killed a entire species!” Twilight exclaimed, “we don't have a word for that!” “It’s a little something called Genocide/ H-He co-committed Gen-Genocide” Flower and Frisk responded. While Frisk shivered at the word, Flowey's eyes flashed menacingly at it. Flowey continued as if he wasn't interrupted. “And if anyone tries to hurt Frisk here, I’ll do it again,” Flowey snarled. “Please calm down flowey…” Frisk said as she cuddled more into flowey feeling safe and warm. He took a breath and calmed himself, picking up the child and hugging her to his chest with one arm. Flowey turned to the ponies. “Now, if you excuse me, I believe there’s no school today on account of invasion, so I’m getting Frisk ice cream,” He said before burrowing under the floor with Frisk. The ponies were gobsmacked seeing no damage was done to the floor at all. Because magic. The two appeared in front of a ice cream stand, scaring the crap out of the attending pony. After a moment to compose himself, the salespony spoke. “Well, if it isn't the Hero of Canterlot,” he said with a grin. “You're a hero Flowey, congratulations!” Frisk says bouncing up and down. Flowey chuckled, feeling small traces of amusement. “I don't imagine the changelings feel that way,” He said with a grin. “What can I get ya?” The icecream pony asked, pointedly ignoring the morbid statement. “Hey, what is that flavor?!” Frisk says as she pointed to a brown and Light tan colored ice cream with bits of what looked like pie in it. “Cinnamon butterscotch. Just made it today,” The pony replied “Yay I'll have that!” Frisk said, beaming. “Nothing for me… I just ate,” Flowey said with a shrug. “Also, I am a plant.” The pony nodded and went in to get the girl her ice cream… supersized. Frisk grabbed the ice cream when he came back out and started munching happily on it. Flowey took her to a nearby seat and just sat with her, smiling. “Thanks for taking me out to eat ice cream flowey.” Frisky bits said as she continued nomming on her ice cream happily as she kicked her legs a little in her chair. “No problem, Frisk,” The taller humanoid said simply. He pointedly ignored the mares awwing at the scene. “Hey you think he can do with the Japonese say in their books?” one random Pony asks another. “Hey flowey what are they talking about?” Frisk asks having lost all of her knowledge on adult matters. “And now we leave,” Flowey said, taking Frisk and burrowing away. Flowey used dig, it's super effective at getting them the fuck  out. “ But Flowey, what was he talking about?” Frisk whines out wanting to know, the rest of the conversation unheard as they fully submerged. “Why do I feel as if I just dug my own grave?” The random Pony asked. Later, at the palace of sunbutt... “-ut I want to know please tell me!” Frisk says as she shows back up in the palace. “No, Frisk,” Flowey said simply. “You’re three young.” Frisk pouts and Crosses her arms like a child as the ponies look on curious. Flowey swears he is going to use the next time line specifically for the death of that one pony. Flowey, the nearly emotionless bastard he was, was unmoved at the adorable display. “What happened to bother Frisk so?” Celestia asked. She was more worried about the pony that bothered her than the child herself. “Flowey won't tell me what that pony meant when he said “I wonder if he can use those Vines like the Japonese say’!” Frisk says as she continues pouting. Flowey gives the gathered ponies a warning look. Do not spoil the Frisks mind. The guard that started to open his mouth was gagged and tossed into a closet by a vine. The funny thing was, the gag was from the guard next to him and not the genocidal flower. The guard that gave the gag gave a respectful nod to flowey, receiving a small nod in return… that wasn't nearly as respectful. Frisk continued to pout as no one would tell her what it meant. And she really wanted to know to! Unfortunately there was no internet to Google with. Noticing Frisk was still in her ruined outfit from the invasion, Rarity walked over. “How dreadful darling, we simply must get you some clothes,” The pony said. Frisk froze up look for a moment before looking down and seeing her torn up sweater and shorts as she teared up a bit at the loss of them. Flowey hugged her with a arm again. “They can be stitched back together,” He whispered assuringly. “O-okay…” Frisk says before taking Rarity's waiting hand as she leads her off. Flowey moved to follow, not wanting Frisk alone with a incompetent pony. “I need to have a talk with you flowey and I don't think you want Frisk hearing it…” Celestia said. Flowey hummed. He could borrow to Frisk in a moment. “Alright,” he replied, turning back to her. “The crystal Empire will be returning soon…” Celestia said as a statement. “And?” Flowey asked with a raised brow equivalent. “I request that you protect my student and her friends when they go there, and if they fail… destroy him.” Celestia said gravely, a serious look on her ass-no, wait, that was her face. Flowey actually considered this. If twilight ‘failed', it'd be a perfect excuse to kill the dark pony and get his SOUL… after using his others to purge it, of course. He's not dumb. “Frisk, I imagine, would like to go as well,” Celestia offhoofedly-thats so dumb-commented. Flowey hummed. “Alright, ya got a deal,” The genocidal flower said. And that was the moment the dark pony was royally screwed.