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It's loud. It's really really loud. There's a dull roaring noise that makes your ears feel like there's something physical pressing down on you. Or like there's something trying to force its way out of your ears. You try desperately to block it out, your hands are pressed so tightly over your ears that it feels like the cartilage might break, and it's not helping at all.
You're honestly really scared right now.
The fight with Asgore had been rough, you didn't like it, it felt too much like home. Getting hurt and not being able to do anything about it at all. It was bad, really Not Good. You didn't know what to do, you didn't want to hurt him, you couldn't hurt him.
But then Flowey showed up, and so many things happened at once that you're still trying to wrap your head around it. All you're really sure of is that he looks weirdly bigger than he did before.
When the area gets a bit more light, you realize why.
It's because he is, so. much. bigger. than he was before.
He laughs and it hurts .
The sound sends pain shooting through your ears and under your skin, straight down your spine, and your muscles and shoulders pull painfully as your hands dig into the sides of your head, and you can't keep yourself from screaming in response to all of it.
You can't hear your own scream, it's so buried under the noise of his laughter. Flowey doesn't even seem to notice it.
It gets worse from there, because of course it was going to.
There's things being thrown at you, and flame coming from somewhere , the screen on top of the giant fucking monster head keeps flashing static and distorted images, even the eyes are flashing too bright light at you, literally everything is moving, you don't think that you've ever seen so many visually overwhelming things happening at once in your entire life.
Then there's the noise . Nothing is loud like Flowey's laugh had been, but there's so much noise. The sound of the eyes before they fire things at you, the sound that's reminiscent of gunfire when the flames happen, a long series of high pitched beeping as there are lasers and vines being shot everywhere, weird alarms going off, loud loud static that burrows under your skin.
You think it's entirely possible that the sensory overload alone is going to kill you.
You want to block it out, you want to be able to cover your eyes but then you can't see the attacks coming. You're tired of being hurt. There are still burns on your arms from Asgore, and you're just getting hit more and more. You feel like you can't breathe.
You can't take it anymore.
You don't want to, but your eyes squeeze shut on their own and your knees buckle. You feel yourself get hit again and again, but you can't move. You bend over until your face is buried in your legs and you think you might be screaming, you can't really tell.
You're tired and you're hurting and everything is too much and you are officially out of control. You can't even think straight enough to care anymore. You want it to stop stop stop stop stop .
At some point you realize that it's gone quiet.
There's no noise at all, and for a confusing moment, you wonder if you died and didn't realize it.
But you still feel alive. You don't think that being dead would leave you feeling so wrung out and aching. You're tired as hell. You kind of want to find out what the hell is going on, but you can't make yourself lift your head. You stay in your curled up position and don't move at all.
You feel something press against the back of your head.
You move your head slightly in order to look up, and see Flowey pulling away from you, worry and anxiety on his face. He looks weirdly bruised, in as much as a flower can look bruised, and he's small again. What happened to the Souls? What the heck did you miss?
You start to sit up, Flowey reels back like he's afraid that you're going to hit him. He looks worried and scared, but he's trying to hide it under anger.
[Sorry] you sign, you hadn't meant to startle him.
"Why?" he asks, "Why are you being so nice to me?"
You try to come up with something to say. Your arms feel weirdly heavy. You don't think you have a reason, you just don't think that anyone really deserves to be treated badly.
"I can't understand." he cries, his face screws up like he's about to start crying, "I don't- I can't understand! I just can't understand..."
You can understand that feeling.
You try to reach out for him, and it looks like he finally breaks.
Flowey runs away, disappearing into the dirt, but not before you can hear him breathe in a ragged sob.
You sit there on the floor of the room, and take a shaky breath. You touch the back of your head, where Flowey had touched you. You pull in another breath...
and burst into tears.
You fall back onto your butt and pull your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and burying your face in your knees, and you cry. You're exhausted and you're sad and you're hurting and you don't know how to stop it. You don't know what to do. Asgore is dead, and everyone loved him. Are they going to blame you? And Flowey... you want to help him, but you don't know how.
You don't know what to do.
You don't get up for a long time...