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"I'm here, come out!" you typed on your phone, hoping he'll read the message within the next hour. Flowey really hated when you knocked on the door or called him, and it was of no use anyway, his phone was always on silent. It seemed that he loved making you wait every time you agreed to give him a ride somewhere. Very unexpectedly, he came out of his house almost immediately. His massive robotized flower pot body made him look like an oversized spider with a Flowey on its head. He scuttled towards the car, his pod remaining oddly stationary as the robotic legs twitched against the ground. He opened the door with one of his manipulators and effortlessly climbed onto the seat next to you.
"Howdy. Let's go."
"Greetings. Big day today, huh?" you said, starting the engine.
"Yeah-yeah, terribly excited to have this opportunity." he said in his usual sarcastic tone, anchoring his robotic feet under the glove-box.
"Thank you for putting your trust in us."
"I have big plans for this body." he said, tinting the glass of his pod.
He wouldn't tell you anything about these plans, you know him well enough. You expected Flowey to switch on some of his usual lengthy rants, or excitedly tell you about something new and very stupid he found on the internet, but today he was unusually quiet. You put on some music...
You drove out of the mountains where he lived and into the rocky desert, driving towards the small city on the horizon. After a two hour long span of the straight concrete road, you have approached multiple rows of fences with a fortified outpost on the road. Big letters "ALPHYS BIOROBOTICS CORP" stood beside it. As soon as you moved close enough, outpost fortifications lowered into the road and a pleasant voice resonated through your car.
"Hello and welcome to ALPHYS BIOROBOTICS! Lead Scientist Alphys is awaiting your visit. They are located in the complex 2-C-B. Please follow the lights on the road to reach your destination. Do not stop and do not stray off the path."
"Impressive. I feel really safe from any tank raids in here." said Flowey, as you drove on a bridge over the deep trench surrounding the whole city, surrounded by hundreds of miles of nothing in particular.
"Bet they really don't want to let anything out just as much as they don't want to let anyone in."
There wasn't a single car on the road or on the street. You followed the blinking lights path, navigating the eerily silent city. It was a bland labyrinth of roads over the dead desert, interconnecting the mix of the solid concrete and black glass monolithic buildings. You drove into a dead end with the concrete monolith in front of you, letters "2-C-B" painted above the mechanized door.
"You have reached your destination. Lead Scientist Alphys has been notified about your arrival and will be here shortly. Do not leave your car until they arrive. Have a very safe and productive day!"
"Do that, don't do that, what are they gonna do, shoot us?" Flowey hated any kind of control and took this opportunity to rant a bit.
The voice replied through your car: "Correct. An excessive amount of non-lethal force will be applied immediately. Medical care will be provided at your cost. Please do not leave your car."
"Fine... what a friendly place."
"Just follow the instructions, how simple is that?" you said, staring forward, both hands on the wheel.
"It's not about the instructions, it's about being instructed. I didn't even want to come out of this car into that dead land until these authoritarians restricted me from doing so."
"This mindset will get you shot someday." you said, remaining tensed up...
Alphys came for you soon enough and you went into the massive air-conditioned office complex. Corridors, keycard doors and elevators never seemed to end, and after what felt as an eternity, Alphys assured you that you're already halfway there.
"You own this whole company?" Flowey broke the monotonous clatter of his steel legs on the tiled floor.
"Ha-ha, n-no, I wish... I'm just one of the lead scientists, they used my name because monsters attract curious investors and it also sounds scientific enough... I'm not allowed to change jobs now, but I like it here. Haven't left this place in... three months?"
"Aren't you married to live like this?" you said.
"Oh, Undyne understands that, and she was never a huge fan of driving in the desert for 4 hours a day. She has plenty of things to take care of - we're building a house and she's an overseer: five stories high and two stories underground already. It's a huge nerd lair, come check out sometime. One of the underground floors is completely dedicated to our anime collection, and the floor below it is a movie theater..."
"Where is everyone? It's Tuesday today." noted Flowey.
"It's mostly automated, each of us lead scientists works alone in a complex like this. Maintenance staff come sometimes to fix the robots, but even they are robots most of the time... It's very convenient - less people to make mistakes and noise, less people to leak secrets... A-a-and, we're here..."
Alphys approached one of the same-looking doors in the corridor, opened it with a key-card and rushed to prepare the machine inside. In the middle of a brightly lit room was standing a tall vat covered in wires and tubes, a very out of place looking antique armchair with what looked as a VR headset, and a small desk with a computer.
"My most recent secret invention - Determination Annealer Furnace! DAF for short." she said, turning on the main power switch.
"O-okay. As you know, determination can literally melt the fabric of reality, which allows humans to slowly bend the world to their will - build cities like this, launch rockets, you know... Humans themselves, being based on the physical laws, and being multicellular organisms, are not very susceptible to these melting effects, only their overly determined individual cells can melt into the cancerous ones. But monsters, almost purely magical beings, are much more malleable..."
"I still have nightmares about that dog." said Flowey.
"Uhh, yeah... That was the first attempt, the new annealing process is much more controllable - by melting, shaping, partially re-melting and re-shaping the subject over and over, using precisely measured bursts of determination, we can melt away the unreasonable features and leave only the ones which make sense, until we gradually change any monster into any form! Not any, to be precise, it would be something between this pre-programmed 3D model and anything what a determined source of willpower - your human friend - wishes for. Hopefully the same thing as the model."
Alphys gestured at one of the monitors on the desk, which displayed multiple perspectives of a somewhat featureless man with horns, standing with its arms spread.
"It needs some tweaks still, and all the details, like eyes and fur, you will have to wish for."
"Great. I can become this blob instead of a proper boss monster?"
"If your friend loses concentration or doesn't wish for all these details - yes. But don't worry, we can re-melt you again and retry!"
"It will be alright, I personally guarantee it." you said to Flowey, poking his pod with your elbow.
Flowey cringed over-exaggeratedly: "Just like that, just for me? Have you went through all of this before?"
You felt a strong deja vu since you entered the building, but didn't remember anything.
"Not sure, memory gets a bit fuzzy when you do it over a hundred times. You should know, Flowey."
Uncomfortable silence hung in the air.
"Ha-ha, don't try to understand it, you'll melt as soon as you do. A nice bird song filled me with determination last week and I don't have to reset farther than that. Let's move on."
Flowey eased up somewhat. It wasn't the first time you saved him from trouble by reLOADing. Last year you had to relive a whole month of your life because he annoyed some dangerous people on the internet and they found out where he lives.
"R-right. Flowey, get out of your RoboPod and climb into the vat. You sit on the armchair for now, put on that headset and adjust it to be comfortable."
Flowey sighed, moved the pot into the parking mode, shook off the sensors from his petals and awkwardly climbed his bulbous body down on the floor, using his weak vines.
"I really started to like this thing... just go in and stand there?" Flowey bobbed into the vat and its door immediately closed behind him.
"There's nothing in here. Could have left a magazine to read at least." a muffled voice ranted from inside the vat.
"Yes, just stand there while I calibrate it. Uhh... DAF estimates your age to be more than eighty thousand years... what age do you feel like?"
"Feels like that, but let's go with twenty five!"
Rotating model in your headset morphed into a younger-looking one.
"Twenty five it would be... now for the willpower side of things."
You've heard some shuffling sounds and glass clanking. Alphys walked up to you and you took off the headset.
"You will have to look at that model and imagine every detail you would like Asriel to have. Take this vial, it would help you concentrate and hold all the details in your attention. It's a short-acting psychedelic, you have to pour it in your nose, and it will hur..."
"My form will be shaped by a drugged up idiot? No way, get me out of here now!" you heard banging on the door. Alphys jumped to the vat and pressed one of the buttons. Vat started to hiss and the banging ceased.
"He'll... be easier to deal with as a monster goo. It's a first step of the process anyway... no turning back now. The annealing process will continue until you start coming down from the drug, as soon as you feel that it becomes harder to concentrate - take off your headset and the machine will solidify his form. Intranasally, whole vial, go-go-go."
You closed your eyes, tilted your head back and poured the contents of the vial into your nose. It instantly started to burn, your sense of smell and taste replaced with an overwhelming chemical odor. You cringed hard, struggling with the resonating pain in your head, as flashes of colorful light filled your vision.
"Hold your head like this for a bit..." a distant metallic voice of Alphys said, as she grabbed your head "three... two... one, now put on your headset."
You opened your eyes and a strange sense of familiarity washed over you. Colors were much more vibrant, tiles on the floor were wobbling, your skin was covered with slowly drifting semi-transparent symbols, and Alphys... you didn't want to look at Alphys. You took the headset from her hands and put it on. Previously bland model now looked much more vivid and real, a visible pixel grid of the screen constantly morphing into various runes and symbols, drifting all over the goat man skin.
"Now concentrate." said Alphys, walking back to the control desk.
You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, staring into the headset. Drifting symbols all over the goat man model stabilized and looked almost like fur. He definitely needed fur... Fur first, then everything else - your thoughts resonate in your head over and over.
"Got synchronization, starting the annealing process. Imagine everything you want to see in him. Do not close your eyes, what you imagine should match what you see. Take off the headset as soon as you feel that the drug starts to wear off." she was really into instructions today.
Machine started to softly hiss in rising and falling waves. You felt apathetic. The only thing you cared about was the goat model in front of you. So bland, so imperfect. You looked at it, and felt it imprinting into your imagination. You abstracted from what you saw and concentrated on what you imagined. You could almost feel his soft fur under your imaginary fingers, as you traced his muscles and ribs. You imagined a fluffy tail, a rounder butt, sleek legs with short claws on his feet. Under the sparkling white fur was his pure black, soft and sensitive skin. Under the skin were the athletic muscles. Under the muscles were bones. Around them, nerves and magic conduits. Digestive system comprised of organs of inexplicable nature, all the systems interlinked around his spine, the central axis for the body rotating in virtuality. You felt as if you drifted in space as you held his whole and complete being in your imagination. The magic pump organs in his chest smoothly sucked in the magical energy through his skin, passed it through his whole body and exhaled it through the horns. His fur and his ears slowly waved, being moved by the passing magical currents, as if not affected by gravity. The continuous flow of energy was an eerily beautiful sight, made of colors you've never seen before. You were able to simultaneously keep the big picture and zoom into details. How his claws worked, how his eyes looked, how his lips felt on yours, how his teeth would bite into meat, how his meat would feel inside you. You flew around in your imagination, smoothly gliding all over his body, shaping it in different poses, stretching it through the whole range of motion. Happiness, sadness, anger, curiosity, boredom, his face expressed all the emotions perfectly. You imagined how he would look at you lovingly. Love filled his magic distribution system with a golden-colored energy. He tilted his head in a questioning expression, with a slight smile on his face, then straightened to stretch and grinned. You weren't doing that, he was living on his own now, resisting your weakening attempts to change anything in him. You took off the headset. Colors were still enhanced, but the wobbling of the tile floors almost stopped.
"Whoa. You know, this was surprisingly easy to do. He was so beautiful it sort of naturally made me concentrate harder on him."
"Y-yeah, you did great, and with, uh-h, novel technique." Alphys said, blushing, walking towards you and the vat.
You blushed in response. She definitely could tell what you did there, the bulge on your jeans confirming her assumptions. She put on a respirator and passed you one.
"Preliminary results look good, he's at least the same shape as expected. Put it on, concentrated determination gas breaks down quickly, but it would have enough time to melt your lungs into a solid tumor. And don't let him touch you until he stops sparkling."
You placed the headset back on the armchair and put on the respirator, which neatly sticked to your face. Alphys pushed a few buttons and the vat opened. Inside of it, hunched against the wall, was sitting an unconscious boss monster. Beautiful, fluffy, just as you have imagined. His fur was sprinkled with a yellow glitter of the determination gas, sparkling beautifully, as it dissipated into nothingness.
You chuckled. "Aw, I forgot his hair."
The top of his head was covered in short fur, same as the rest of his head.
"Oh... ha-ha, he looks like an alien doggy now. And... uh-h, a bit stereotypical, like... like humans imagine boss monsters."
You blushed again. You spent much more time looking at the questionable human paintings of boss monsters than at the anatomy atlases Alphys sent you.
"Eh, not a big deal, he probably won't notice. And humans would love him much more like that."
"A-alright. Now let's kickstart him with a bit of energy..." Alphys produced what looked like a long cattle prod and touched Asriel, with a loud zap.
Ex-Flowey jumped up, startled. "Aw fuck! What the fuck are you- Oh... Wow..." he stared in disbelief at his still sparkling arms, turned back to check on his tail, then his legs.
"Oh shit, it actually worked, I feel everything now! Whoa. Can I walk?" he said as he tried to stumble around.
"Y-yeah, the body should come with some basic muscle memory for all common motor functions."
"I think that works. Ooooh." he stumbled closer to the vat door, as you backed off.
"Definitely works. Ha-ha, I can walk! CELEBRATORY HUG?!" he said and rushed towards you.
"No, back off!" Alphys jumped in front of you, monster prod in hand.
"Aw, what the fuck? I want to be hugged!"
"Not until all that determination on your fur breaks down! You'll give everyone cancer!"
He looked at his arms. "Cancer?! What about me becoming a blob of cancer?"
"It's an experimental procedure! You were injected with an anti-determination cocktail as soon as the headset lost synchronization, which stopped the process."
"Oh great" he caressed his own arm, staring at it in disbelief with a grin on his face "Well I don't see any glitter on me now, can I get a hug now?"
"What's about hugs all of a sudden? A-asriel, have some shame, put on some clothes first at least. We have some for you..." Alphys suddenly stopped treating the goat as a scientific experiment, became very shy of seeing his private parts and shuffled to bring him a bag of clothes with a letter M on it.
"I'm not Asriel and I wasn't wearing clothes for all eternity so fuck OFF!" he said angrily, instantly changing in face "Alright, s-sorry..."
"H-here you go. No footwear for now, you have to get used to walking, just wash your feet when you come home."
"Okay." he took the bag, pulled out a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans and sat on the floor to put them on. Jeans were easy to deal with, but the t-shirt made the freshly made goat lost and you walked up to help him untangle himself.
"Ugh... how soon do you get used to always having this weight on you? Feels awful. I mean I wore clothes eighty thousand years ago, but I don't remember it much for some reason." he said in the oddly Flowey sounding voice.
"A week, maybe? It's been a long time." you said.
"Sounds good. And now, a hug." he said, standing up, immediately grabbing you and squeezing you with all of his, somewhat unremarkable, might.
"Ha-ha, Flowey, ease up a bit." you said, hugging him back and giving him a few pats on the back.
"I don't want to ease up..." he replied in a childish tone, trying to squeeze you a bit harder and rubbing the side of his face against your head behind the respirator.
You stood like that for a minute, as Alphys stared at you uncomfortably.
"Do you need to do any more tests on this new boss monster here, or can I drive him back home?"
"N-no, you're free to go, I have enough data to plow through for now."
"Thank you! Flowey, let's go?"
"I don't want to let's go... what if I turn back soon?"
"This is a very stable process, I am very sure of it!" said Alphys "Oh, and you can take off your respirator."
"No-o-o..." bleated the goat, squeezing you hard again.
"Oh come on, I will hang out with you if you let go off me, you can hug me all you want today."
The goat immediately released you and smiled: "Deal. Let's go. Thanks, Alphys! You can keep the robot."
"Y-yeah, you too."
He walked unnervingly close to you, smiling with all his teeth.
"Can you hold my hand?"
You sighed and grabbed his hand as three of you walked through the infinite corridors of the research complex, back to the surface...
You said your goodbyes to Alphys and followed the blinking lights out of the oppressive research and development city back into the pleasant desert. You felt a huge relief as soon as the risk of being subjected to the "excessive amount of non-lethal force" stopped looming over you and took one hand off the wheel. The sun was setting and the desert was filled with a dim pink light. You wanted to distract Flowey from touching his arms for a minute.
"Not missing being a flower, I see?"
"Yeah, fuck that, flowers suck. Having a proper body is too great. And call me Azzey now, like, not Asriel, not Flowey?"
"Sounds good, Azzy."
"Azz-zey."
"Azzy."
"Oh, whatever, fuck you." he said and started tickling his palms with his claws, watching in awe as fur on his arms stood up from this minor self-inflicted pleasure. Satisfied with how his nervous system works, Azzy extended his arms in front of himself and wiggled his fingers.
"Now it would be so much easier to carry on with my writer's job. Typing speed would be great, but I wonder how this new body would impact my personality. People liked me as I was before, and nobody on the internet knows you're a flower, you know."
"Yeah, I know, had to relive a whole month because some freaks found out that you were a flower... be careful, Azzy."
"Oh don't worry, I was young and stupid... Having a body opens up so many new opportunities. I can find a regular job now even. And I probably would be able to deal with such issues myself, I feel much more magical energy pulsing in me now."
"Don't get shot..."
"Now I can shoot, too, you know."
"Ha-ha, right. Let's hit the range sometime. Want to show off your new body to someone?"
"Not really, I'm too sexy to just walk around the streets like that, too much attention for now. And I don't have any friends besides you. And even my parents are not really my parents, you know, I have memories of being Asriel, but I never was him."
"Huh?"
"I've monitored Alphys publications on the topic, thanks to the scihub. Turns out that this dust that monsters turn into, it's like crystals of holographic memory - something like human DNA, but also contains the experiences we've accumulated over our lives. If Alphys injected more flowers from that patch with determination - they'd all have pretty much the same memories as me, and if it was just a random flower, clean of any dust - it would be stuck in a permanent comatose state, not knowing what to do at all. You need at least some character to start living."
You nodded, unsure what to say.
"I'm okay with that now. I'll visit them someday, can't hide forever... Your memories can be anything, your body can be anything, but you remain you. Seen that anime, Ghost in the Shell?"
"You watched anime as a Flowey? Ha-ha, nerd."
"Oh come on, it's a critically acclaimed masterpiece, not that trash which Alphys wastes time on. It is of great cultural significance and rises up themes that influenced many-"
"Alright alright, let's watch it when we get to your house."
"You didn't see it?"
"That one would be great to watch again."
"Deal. But we sit close to each other, and also hug."
"Your touch starvation is really that bad?"
"You wouldn't believe it. It's maddening, I want to climb inside of you and be enveloped completely in your body, and never get out."
"Please don't." you chuckled.
"Just kidding, I just want hugs... Did you also give me a soul or what? I feel lots of weird new things."
"The deal is, uh-h, you had a flower bulb instead of a brain, and that wasn't enough to even really know what to feel, not to say empathize with how others feel. Now you, like, have a proper organ to think instead of it happening magically. But you're still missing some wires in your head, so I also gave you twice the amount of magic pumps and vessels to compensate. The magic itself pushes you against being an asshole, just listen to it and you'll do fine."
"Oh for fucks sake, couldn't you ask first?"
"Ha-ha, chill, if you want to be a psycho again - you can always go magically jerk off."
"That would work. Anything else I should know about?"
"Y-yeah, you're bald and now you have an above average intelligence."
"I'm what?" he said, touching his head "Oh... Wait, I've always had an above average intelligence!"
"No, that was your self-esteem and a good imagination. You had a plant mass instead of a brain, man, it just didn't work right. Flowey was a really dumb and immature fuck."
"What do you mean? I'm a successfu-"
"N-no, not really. The schemes you've played, the things you've said, they were really, like, REALLY dumb, if you were a human you'd be living under a bridge already. You were lucky that an average monster is also like that. Think about your recent past and your life with your new brain for a second."
He sat in silence, then cringed. "Holy shit, I get what you mean."
"Yeah, welcome to having an above average intelligence."
"You know, pursuing a writer's career doesn't sound like a smart choice now."
"Ha-ha, I've told you. Keep thinking."
You spent the rest of the road back talking about the career opportunities and the critically acclaimed anime. Azzy seemed much more cheerful than Flowey ever was and didn't even start a long monologue rant as he usually did...
As soon as you shifted the gear into parking, Azzy bolted out of the car and ran to the drivers side, waiting for you to come out.
"Hug! Hug!"
"Alright buddy, just a minute?" you said, exiting the car, not even having an opportunity to close the door before he grabbed you. This time he was much more gentle and didn't try to squeeze the soul out of you, rubbing his arms on you instead.
"Ahh, so-o-o good..."
"Y-yeah. Let's go inside maybe, it's chilly already."
"It's chilly in my hug? Dude, I'm so fluffy." he said playfully, breaking the hug a bit to look at you.
"Dude, let's just go inside."
"Fine..." the goat pouted and walked to the door "Oh shit, I forgot my keys in the pot."
"Have a window open somewhere?"
"Do I look like a fool who leaves windows open? Argh, I have an idea." he said as the fur on the back of his head raised.
"Magical! Strength!" he effortlessly kicked the door next to the lock, kicking it in and remaining almost motionless afterwards, as if he weighed half a ton. You whistled, impressed with his new powers.
Fur on the back of his head smoothed out again "OH FUCK, physical pain!" he held his kicking foot, jumping on one leg, and almost fell down, but you caught him by his side.
"Ha-ha, you're a fool who has a door which can be kicked in. Mine is like two inches of steel."
"You're a politician, not a fucking hermit flower..."
"You also have healing magic, you know."
"It's on cooldown, but I'm fucked up RIGHT NOW!"
You helped him jump on one leg to the couch and safely landed him beside you.
"Here you go. Need something, ice maybe?"
"N-no... just pet me."
"What?"
"Hand on head, come on, be my painkiller."
"Azzy, you're weird as fuck."
"You don't even know how much. Come on, please, scratch scratch." he said and put your hand on top of his head and closed his eyes. You started gently scratching him behind his horns. A wide smile spread over his face.
"Mmmm... good..."
You scratched for a few more minutes, moving your hand over his whole head, under and behind his ears.
"Feels like there's just your hand, and my head, and nothing else in the world..." he said in a dreamy voice.
You felt that you could pet him forever, but it wasn't your plan for today.
"You cooled down? Turn off your own pain."
"Is your hand tired or something? Fine..." he snapped his fingers and shot a green star into his leg.
"One pellet? I bet you could do it this whole time."
He just smiled and put his hand on your head "Wow, you feel good, too."
And every thought in your head stopped, and you felt good. When was the last time when someone touched you like that, even? You couldn't grasp the time scale.
"Ha-ha, yeah... let's watch something?" you said, moving next to the goat and wrapping your arm around him, pressing him into your side.
"Like this? Let's watch anything! Oh fuck, my remote was also built into my pod... should be somewhere." he grabbed your hand and walked to the shelf to stare at it. He sat down, pulled out a box of assorted electronics and shuffled around in it. He pulled out one of the remotes, with a victorious look on his face.
"That's so damn easy to do with arms." he said as he turned on the TV and grabbed your hand again, walking you to the couch.
"You know, let's not re-watch that anime, I've heard they made it into the series, and I didn't see it. Same setting, but many episodes."
"Sounds bad, I'd rather read reviews first."
"Let's try at least."
You watched a few episodes in silence, sitting close to each other...
"I'm disappointed, it's like those Ghost in the Shell anime movies, but for dumber people." said the goat after the third episode ended.
"Yeah, a waste of time. But it was fun, I enjoyed it. Do you have anything to eat? I'm starving."
"Fridge is full of food. Grab me something, too."
He started to click through the TV menu and didn't follow you, that was progress. You walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was completely filled with bottles of non-flavored Soylent and water. You sighed, grabbed a few bottles and went back.
"You're a fucking psychopath, you know that?" you said, passing a Soylent and a water bottle to the chuckling boss monster.
"Yeah, so? Don't like the food of the future?"
"Do I look like a bitch?" you said before downing the whole bottle in one big gulp, as if you were refueling a car.
"My man. That's exactly how you do it. Four hundred calories, here we go." he said and did the same.
"Since you have taste buds, working teeth and a proper organism now, I'd like to introduce you to eating New York steak every day."
"I'm not a huge fan of wasting time on that."
"It's literally just fried meat and it makes you feel really good, unlike this sustenance goo that only keeps you from dying. And you don't need to drink a shit ton of water afterwards." you said, downing a half of a water bottle.
"O-okay, you'll show me, I'm new to this. I thought I just needed a lot of water as a flower."
"You probably did, but this stuff really does dry you out fast."
"Fine, sempai, teach me all you know about bodies..." he said coyly, tilting his head on your shoulder, his warm horn touching your cheek.
"Azzy, what the hell are you talking about." you said and laughed.
"Oh, you know, stuff..." he said, tracing his finger up your leg.
"Speaking of the body, I have to go to the bathroom. You have one in the house?"
"Just down the corridor. Turn on the water first, I've never used it."
You walked through the dark and dusty corridor to the bathroom. Only one bulb out of the four worked, filling the cramped room with a dim and unpleasantly bluish light. The toilet was dry and there weren't any visible valves.
"What the hell is this not to code bullshit." you ranted, trying to remove the panel above the toilet. It fell off after some nudging, revealing a mess of unmarked pipes and valves. "Oh for fucks sake." you said, dropping your pants to use the dry toilet.
After some time of messing with valves to find the one connected to the toilet, then the one connected to the sink, you finally had a chance to freshen up a bit.
You opened the bathroom door and were startled by a goat standing there, immediately grabbing you in a hug.
"Jeez, Azzy you were standing here?"
"You peed for so long! I missed you so hard..."
"I was fixing the stupid water! Azzy, are you alright? It's not normal to wait for people to pee to hug them, unless you're a mentally ill dog or something."
"I am a mentally ill goat, you know? And now I have to adapt to this body, and these new feelings and sensations."
"It's OK, I'm hugging you."
"Remember when you first hugged me? Those memories about murders and all the horrible things I did, they didn't hurt as much as that memory of you hugging me there, when we were standing on the golden flower patch. All those memories I've regretted, for a year. All these nightmares about them, for a few more. I'm not like others anymore, and I'm over it, and content with my new life. But that memory, it really stuck. It wasn't something I did to myself and could forgive myself for, you did this to me. But you didn't let me go, I did. Ever since that, I regretted not holding you for longer. Every time we hung out, that pain intensified tenfold, sometimes it was the only thing I could think of. Every time you poked me or touched my petals I wanted to choke you with my vines, just to try to get a bit of that feeling back. I wanted to cut all contact with you, like with everyone else, but I couldn't force myself to do it! You were the only one I cared about! And nothing could ever replicate how you made me feel, not even close. I've watched all the porn, I've read all the fiction, but I couldn't... I couldn't anything... no release..." he started sobbing on your shoulder.
"Azzy..."
"Let's go cuddle? Please?"
"Will it make it better?"
"I crave it so much."
"Lead the way."
Azzy broke the hug, smiled through his teary eyes and dragged you to the room nearby, bringing you to the bed. You climbed on it first, looked back to see Azzy undressing hastily.
"Az, what are you doing."
The T-shirt, stuck on his horns, was the last cloth on him and he jumped on bed, quickly moving closer to sit on top of you, lowering his head to you and grabbing you by the shirt.
"Take this thing off me." he said, shaking his horns "And take it off yourself. Pants, too."
"You should learn to have shame sometime, Azzy."
"Not today, it's not enough, I want to touch your skin. Come on, don't be shy, we've known each other forever."
You gave in, helped him undress you both and he fell in your embrace, wrapping his arms around you. The sensation of his soft fur pressed against your bare skin sent tingles through your whole body. You gently brushed your hand against his back as he rubbed his snout against the side of your head, like a cat. He calmed down and planted his nose under your chin, with a sigh of satisfaction. You spent a minute just lying like that, in bliss.
He rose above you slightly.
"You know what I'm really curious about? Since we're already naked on top of each other... Can you kiss me? I, uh-h, really want to try out this mouth." he said. You nodded and leaned in to give him a quick smooch on the lips. He smiled and kissed you for real. He tasted a bit sweet, and you became slightly lightheaded. Long forgotten sensations raised from the back of your memory. All of a sudden, a long tongue filled your whole mouth, making you back off in horror.
"Aww Azzy, don't just stuff your tongue in my mouth like that."
"Why? I thought humans liked it, I've read a lot of fanfi-"
"Azz, fanfiction is written by the weird virgins."
"They also do it in porn, they can't be virgins."
"The porn is made for weird virgins. People do that only when they completely lose their minds from passion while fucking hardcore or something. Don't do anything you've seen in porn, just gently do what feels good for both of us."
"A-alright."
You kissed him first now. This time he was much more sensible and you've lost the track of time making out with him. He shivered in pleasure, broke the kiss and landed a smooch on your nose. You moved to the side of his head and nibbled on his fang with your lips, then sucked on it a bit. He started laughing, hugged you harder and kissed you a few times.
"Azzy, you're a good kisser."
"So it works like that, you want someone else to feel good, they want you to feel good, and you both feel better and better?"
You nodded and smiled at him.
"I can't believe I lived my whole life without knowing all that..." he said, kissing you quickly and plopping back on top of you. You kissed his cheek and softly scratched at his horns with your fingernails.
"Do you feel your horns?"
"Yeee... I feel everything, and it feels fucking great, please do anything with me..."
You brushed his back some more, each time moving lower and lower. You scratched at the bottom of his back and noticed how his tail perked up. You scratched some more, watching the tail rise higher. He grabbed your hand and put it on his butt cheek.
"Squeeze."
You gladly obeyed. His fluffy butt felt better than a stress relief ball and you squeezed it a few times.
"Both hands."
You put both hands on his butt and started massaging, kneading it, spreading his butt in circular motions. He panted and shivered on top of you, tensing his calves in tact with your actions. You nuzzled the fur on his neck.
"Ahhh... s-stop, enough."
You started massaging his back again.
"I'm not ready for that yet..." he said shyly.
"Now I know why you want to be called Azz."
"Oh fuck you. I bet it was you who wished for my ass to be so sensitive, huh? Did you imagine that dick, too, you pervert? I didn't see any dick on that computer screen." he said, rubbing his diamond hard erection on your belly as he started nibbling on your neck, moving lower.
"Azzy, I... don't want to use you in such a vulnerable state." you said and pet his horn.
"You don't get it, it's me who's using you, you flirty cuddle slut."
"Azz, you're not right in the head today, even by Flowey standards, slow down please."
He raised on his arms and stared in disbelief at you "You don't want me?"
"I don't want you to get addicted to this state."
His ears drooped in sadness. He lied down on your chest "I get it. Can you hold me often, for just a week at least, while I adapt? Please?"
"Fine... it's not like I also enjoy it a lot or something..." you said and pet his head to comfort him.
You cuddled quietly for a bit, until curiosity finally took over Azzy. He climbed off you and lied down next to you.
"Why do you go through so much hassle? Why did you want to go through all of this, just for me? You think I'm an idiot? I know from Alphys that it was you who pushed for this project, even made her a presentation to convince the board to invest into it, and you reloaded multiple times to make it perfect! To reject my advances and then cuddle me? Are you right in the head yourself? What's it all about?"
You feel your horny thoughts crawling on your back. Since you've first seen him in his god form, you couldn't stop thinking about him and what flopped around under that dress. Thousands of hours, across multiple timelines, in fantasies about his furry ass, about all the minuscule details of his body, in countless dreams of you worshiping him and dissolving in the embrace of his fur. You turned on your side to answer, and held his hand.
"Guess I don't have anything better to do. You get it, Azzy. There's no machine to tell my age, but I bet it's not that different from yours. I have reset thousands of times, losing my own memory sometimes. Ever wondered why I walk around with almost closed eyes all the time? I don't need to see anything, I know what would happen. It's like playing a shitty RPG by now, I know exactly what to say to get through every bullshit after every reset. It never changes, what everyone says never changes, it's all the same. And on the surface more things happen, but, eventually, all of the existence can be dumbed down to counting numbers and picking the right options."
Azzy chuckled: "Yeah, I get it."
"And you may be the only creature on this planet who gets it. There are billions of humans, millions of monsters, all with their predictable uniqueness, but there is no other you. I put up with all of your bullshit Flowey antics, I learned to enjoy them, I went through all of this, for you. Nobody is quite like you. I dated Sans a few dozen resets ago, can you believe that? He doesn't get anything, he's just a good pretender. There's nobody else who would understand me like you. I just... need you and want to see you happy."
Goat sighed. "It's like a curse, this determination, isn't it?"
You kissed him on the lips "Still think so?"
"A blessing?" he smiled.
"Just a force that gave us shape... think about it, after the uncountable amount of resets, through thousands of saves and loads, deaths and reincarnations, use of magic and bleeding edge experimental technology... I have finally bent the reality in a way which allows me to put my hand on your perfect round fluffy ass." you said, moving closer to grab your prize.
"Yep, you're totally fucked in the head. I love it." he laughed and kissed you...
You woke up as his small spoon. Warmth filled your whole body and you felt unusually refreshed. It was late in the morning and the birds were singing outside, their melodic chirps filling you with determination. The air was full of a cozy smell of an old house and pine trees growing outside. Everything in the room, from the old wooden planks on the floor to the dusty empty bookshelf propped against the wall, seemed crisp and vivid, almost cinematic, like a good photo. You turned to better appreciate your goat. His fur was all fluffed up and he looked silly. He half-opened his eyes, smiled and gave you a head pat.
"Goat mooorning" you said with a big smile on your face, stretching your arms behind his head and grabbing his horns.
"Goat, goat. Learned that from Sans?" he said, tilting his head backwards, surrendering to your pressure on his horns. You used this opportunity to nuzzle into the fur on his neck, making him make some cute laughing noises from being tickled like that. You got your goat fur fix and let your happy partner go.
"Feeling better today?"
"Yeah, sorry for being like that... It was like a weird dream, don't know why. Uh, and thanks for slowing me down. And sorry again..."
"Don't apologize, this transformation really fucked you up a bit. Sorry for shutting you down like that, I just... want it all to happen under different circumstances" you said, petting the side of his snout reassuringly "you still want me to hold you often, for a week?"
"For all eternity."
"Deal. Damn, everything is so beautiful today." you said, turning your gaze away to stare through the dirty window behind him, ancient dirt stains glowing in the warm morning light.
"I've healed your depression."
"Seriously? So that's how everything is supposed to-"
"Ha-ha, no, it's just magic painting everything with beauty. Some unfulfilled desires got converted into magic and I can't hold that much, it leaks out and fucks with the minds of everyone around..."
"Aww. I'll be back soon to help you out with some of these desires." you said, grinning.
"Please, everything is so gay around me it's unbearable. Grab me a Soylent on your way back, sweetie."
You kissed him on the nose and got out of the bed. "But we would make a steak for dinner!" you yapped, happily skipping towards the bathroom, corridor becoming noticeably gloomier, dirtier and darker with each step farther away from the magical goat.
Soylent and cuddles, breakfast of the champions... Today would be the best day you've had in your whole eternity, and each day after would set a new record.