[Enjoy your sturdy punching bag, Flowey. Denji is still for the next hit, but is alarmed to feel that next whallop. The fuck!? what's this guy made of?
Uhh, maybe not ask him to go even harder... note to self. Pochita, come on, he's not gonna hurt this plant but he needs to know you're okay.
You... ARE okay... right? Please be okay.
ACT. PULL.
An engine fired. Roared. A familiar pain grew somewhere in that blackness, and then burst.]
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Uhh, maybe not ask him to go even harder... note to self. Pochita, come on, he's not gonna hurt this plant but he needs to know you're okay.
You... ARE okay... right? Please be okay.
ACT. PULL.
An engine fired. Roared. A familiar pain grew somewhere in that blackness, and then burst.]