Anon Makes a Wish

[I wanna be murdered by Flowey, too!]

As Anon's post reached 100%, they leaned back in their chair, sighing. It was a good post. Perhaps not the highest quality they had ever delivered, but it was satisfactory. Perhaps another meme or another spicy Undertale would have topped it off even better, but Flowey sufficed. There was no need for anything, beyond the flower. And then came the voice.

It was a voice they have never heard before.

"Anon, you flatter me."

Before the could react, a pair of sturdy vines wrapped around the chair, constricting Anon to a most peculiar plant prison. So many questions ran through their mind, starting with 'who fed the murderflower after midnight'. That question's importance quickly dropped several leagues though, as well as the chair that held them. With just one mighty pull, it buckled and fell backwards, dragging Anon along a rough ride and ending with a loud bang.

The world went hazy right after their head connected with the floorboards, shapes and colors twisting before Anon's eyes, melting together in ways no object should. They groaned and tried to move, only to find the vines had no relented at all, and they were still firmly locked to their seat. Even more so, the invading plant matter had wrapped around their arms and legs, making it impossible to move more than just a couple of inches. Anon shook their head hard, trying desperately to regain at least their sight.

It was then they saw him.

Anon's best friend.

"Howdy." Flowey mused, the vines tightening to their words enough that Anon's bones felt like they would snap at any given second. "Golly, that doesn't look very comfortable, does it?"

Anon could not and would not speak, far too caught up with battling both pain and surprise.

"You know, I honestly didn't think it would be this easy." he mused, alternating between a cutesy smile and a teeth-filled, savage grin. "But you humans are even bigger IDIOTS than I ever could have hoped for."

A row of his famous 'friendliness pellets appearing, stopping just by Anon's chest. They squirmed, but it was useless. They tried to speak, but no words passed their throat, also constricted by vines now. They hoped, wished someone would bust down the door and find them, if only just to confirm this wasn't just the worst trip of their lives.

"But nobody came." Flowey purred, tilting his head. "Don't worry. I will put your SOUL to good use. Farewell, Anon."

As the pellets sunk into Anon's chest to free their SOUL from their still living body, their consciousness began to slip into the great void beyond. Before their last thoughts could evaporate into metaphorical dust, there was one tiny shred of shame splintered into their heart, a single regretful thought they would carry into the next world:

/I should have wished for Omega./