Flowey - Blaster Hit

Faster than he could blink, a beam of raw magic punched through him, bright and colder than death. It was spent in a second, but it more than made up for every bit of damage Papyrus had failed to deal thus far. When the beam faded, past the dazzled spots floating in Flowey's vision, he could make out the shape of a large, beast-like skull hovering over Papyrus like a wrathful mother over its child.

It seemed to stare into and through him with its empty eye sockets while it closed its massive jaws. Implacable, unfeeling, and lethal. It was the most glorious thing he'd ever laid eyes on. Who would have thought that Papyrus had it in him?

So many new things in one day! This run had been his best idea ever, no matter what became of it in the end. He hadn't been this entertained in a long time. Secret magic and words that wouldn't stay in his brain and Papyrus, of all monsters, looking like he really could take down a human…! Whatever happened, it would be an ending Flowey had never seen before. The possibilities were intoxicating.

Papyrus fell to his knees, woozy from the quick drain on his magic. The skull dipped down as if to shield him even as it began to dissipate. And then it was gone, showering its master in spent magic. Flowey's scorched body and the area of steaming mud around him were the only evidence it had existed at all.

"See?" Flowey said brightly. "I believed in you, all the way!" He drew close, crackling as he moved. Burnt leaves and charred bits of stem fell from him, leaving a trail.

Shivering with exertion, Papyrus struggled to focus on Flowey's face. "Are you," he said, teeth chattering. "Are you alright?"

Sweet, simple Papyrus. For a few brief moments he'd looked like a proper human hunter, even without the armor. His blaster would be embarrassed if it were still present...and capable of thought. "I'm more than alright, friend! You did very well." Flowey patted the skeleton's cheekbone with a crispy leaf.

"T-tired," Papyrus stuttered. He was shaking hard enough to rattle. Clearly, there would be no repeat performance tonight, no matter how riled Flowey got him.

Flowey hummed. "Well, I suppose we can take a break. You have just made a major improvement, after all."

Nodding, Papyrus shifted to sit fully on the ground. Flowey curled loosely around him, feeling him tense up.

"Easy, friend! We're just hanging out," Flowey said. "You've had a pretty heavy day, huh?" He tightened his coils briefly in a hug. Papyrus sat stiff as a statue. "It must be hard having to deal with such a high-maintenance person all the time. Sans really shouldn't lean on you so much."

Stock still except for his shivering, Papyrus stared off at the mud patch the blast had melted into the snow.

"That was pretty awesome," Flowey said, following his gaze. "I bet a human would sizzle right up after something like that!" He giggled. "You're getting so strong." He gave Papyrus another light squeeze. Positive reinforcement was important, too!

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Flowey is Not a Good Life Coach, Chapter 18