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i keep thinking about how flowey had to construct the very concept of cruelty from the ground up.

not from watching anyone else, not by osmosis, but by cobbling it together himself in the garden where he woke up. alone.

this was a child who fell asleep to his mother's stories, who knew every inflection of his father's laugh. who spent endless golden afternoons with his sibling, both of them doubled over with giggles as they filmed their silly videos, messing up on purpose just to hear each other laugh. again. and again. and again.

so warm. so safe. where the gravest offense imaginable was maybe tracking mud on the carpet.

the worst fear, disappointing people who would love you anyway.

where could he even begin?

save. say these words that once meant comfort, but twist them just so. watch their eyes dim as something inside them breaks. load.

save. make a promise—you remember those, how snug they once made you feel—then shatter it. document exactly how hope crumbles. load.

save. try another combination. another betrayal. watch what splinters differently this time. load.

the world's loneliest science experiment.

look at the cruelty he creates, it's all so personal, specific. so devastatingly asriel.

watch how often he comes back to the idea of being replaced. of being forgotten. how he taunts you with the possibility that none of your relationships matter, that everyone will move on without you. that none of your choices mean anything in the end.

your fault. your responsibility.

if only he you hadn't made anyone love him you. If only he you hadn't loved them back.

of course he'd fixate on all that. how could he not? his mother, who used to speak his name like it was sacred, those tender words she reserved for him—for THEM—are now handed out indiscriminately, like candy to anyone who asks.

all he can do is take note: see how easily love transfers? see how simple it is to fade away?

so, he sneers. taunts you with the thought that it's all dust. you're just another passing face in the crowd. nothing lasts. nothing is worth the weight of caring. but even as he pushes that narrative, as his voice drips with contempt, he is still out there. in the ruins. checking on her.

observing from a distance, like maybe if he watches long enough, his past will solidify into something he can hold again.

flowey develops his cruelty like he's trying to solve an equation. if this word plus this action equals pain, then surely there must be some formula that yields not caring anymore.

if he'd just gotten it right. if he'd just kept everyone at a distance. if he could just be flowey. save. load. the answer has to be here somewhere.

but how do you quantify the sting of hearing her say "my child" to someone else? how do you account for the absence left in the places where joy once thrived? how do you document, in clinical terms, why you keep watching over people you swear don't matter anymore?

you don't devote yourself to perfecting devastation unless you remember, with searing clarity, what it felt like to be whole.

you don't give so much of yourself mastering the art of ridiculing attachment unless you're terrified of how much you still have left to give.

unless every attempt to prove love meaningless just confirms how much meaning it still has for you.

...point IS! flowey did an interesting job creating his own idea of a bully. it's all pathological. so crudely stemmed from his own sorrows and fears. he's created his own textbook definition of meanness...but then every chapter's just him screaming in a mirror.

I've been thinking about how the skeleton siblings and the dreemurr siblings kinda mirror each other and how papyrus mirrors chara and how sans mirrors asriel

I feel like chara is like papyrus due to many reasons, they both strive to do what they think is right even when it gets them killed and even then they don't give up, chara litartly killed themselves just to give asriel their soul so they could free the monsters and even fought asriel for control when they were being attacked by the humans and with papyrus in the genocide run he never stopped believing in you even after you litartly cut off his head, and even then he keeps believing in you,

Secondly, papyrus wants to be loved and admired by others and i think chara wanted that too- when you think about it when chara- a litartl child- was so pushed beyond their limit they went to mt ebott for 'not so very happy reasons' which means they've been mistreated their whole entire life and probably never even loved and now being surrounded by monsters who call them 'the future of monsterkind' - which is alot of pressure to put on a child- probably made them want to make the monsters proud and have a reason to love them, both chara and papyrus put people(monsterkind) and their opinion on a pedestal

Thirdly, i also think papyrus and chara are naive, we all know that papyrus is naive if you've played or watched someone play the game that'd be obvious, but, chara is naive due to how they truly believe that they can save monsterkind and get those six human souls with asriel, they truly did think that their plan would work and that monsters could be free, but that could just be that they were a child.

They both are also pushy towards their siblings, papyrus always tells sans to stop being lazy and do stuff and always pushes him to do things like picking up his sock or not to sleep on the job or just stop being lazy overall, while chara pushed asriel to do the plan and absorb the souls in the hopes of saving monsterkind, both papyrus and chara wanted to push their siblings out of their comfort zone for what they thought was best.

Chara and papyrus have good intentions, are strong willed, will push the people they love to do what they think is best and will never give up and do everything in their power to do what they think is right even if they have to put themselves in danger for it just for a silver of hope that maybe, just maybe, there's hope at the end of the tunnel.

Maybe ill do the similarities between asriel and sans soon, this is getting long...

Where have you buried all the children?

Hurt our feelings

I will never recover from the last chapter I'll have you know

Can someone write a good crack tbhk chatfic or do I have to do everything myself around here

Someone get this man a younger sibling that ISNT like. Twice his height.

Sun vs Nosy Parent GO!

Slightly jealous Sun content was required of me. Not only is it rude to flirt with people at work where they cannot leave and try to ask personal information about them from their coworkers, but also umm...that's HIS emotional support human, thank you.

Ft my other OCs Kal and Stitch, my beloveds

HE BETTER HE DESERVES IT!!

Something abt hanako being tone deaf and tsukasa being the singer is funny to me

Also it's given me a new headcanon; whenever amane had nightmares or couldn't sleep tsukasa would sing for him, instead of amane singing to tsukasa i would love for tsukasa to do it for him, even if it was terrible i would love to see tsukasa try to soothe amane

ALSO LOOK AT MY BABY SMILING HE LOOKS SO HAPPY JUST LISTENING TO YASHIRO SING ACK-

There's something so funny about audhd, like its the ship name between adhd x autism, if i ever start audhding ill just say the mental illnesses are having a lovers spat, they're always colliding, toxic audhd even, they're bad for each other and espically for you but am afraid it's a long term relationship, till death do us part, till the superior temporal cortex gets taken out i am afraid

I feel like metamy works better when yuri