GAMERTALE

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Flowey whimpered, trying desperately to be heard over the roar of the mixer. He struggled, but the long strands of masking tape held on, leaving him stranded not only in his little pot, but virtually motionless.

Frisk peeked back and winked, sending chills down Flowey's stem. He struggled some more, but couldn't free himself. The only thing louder than the mixer was the TV in front of him, game paused and waiting for him to continue. But first, Frisk was making something for him to eat, something Flowey dreaded more than anything.

Gamerfood was an unholy abomination of humankind, marking them worthy of extinction.

He flinched only once Frisk sat down next to him, undoing the cap on a plastic bottle. The sickly sweet smell immediately made Flowey's insides frenzy in protest, but the child put it aside for now. Instead, they raised a plastic spoon to Flowey's mouth, filled to the brim with crunchy, salty, crushed tortilla chips. The bag nearby proudly claimed this 'Doritos' horror to be the ultimate gamer food, to which Flowey had to reconsider his growing love for video games.

Frisk pushed the spoon to his mouth and though he struggled valiantly against it, a pull on one of his petals made him cry out in pain and replaced the air in his stem with shreds of Cool Ranch. Flowey reeled in revulsion, only for his disgust to grow tenfolds as the human picked up the bottle again and poured the fizzy soda right into the soil of his pot.

The flower slipped in and out of consciousness, hazy from the horrid combination invading his system. He surrendered to fate and swallowed, his best friend smiling brightly at him. They tilted their head, waiting for the Flowey to say the magic words.

"Do the Dew..." he sobbed.

Frisk clapped and raised another spoonful.