Of course, he doesn't actually have to breathe. He doesn't have to do anything of anything if he doesn't want to- he'd discovered that almost by accident, when everything had become so boring, he'd stopped attempting to be part of it. Just yet the years slide by, without food, or water, or sunlight. So he doesn't have to breathe, and the very act itself is simply an instinct that won't die off- one last vestige from times long gone.
When he receives Chara's text? Flowey starts breathing again. Didn't even realized he'd stopped.]
[Save Point 1]
Of course, he doesn't actually have to breathe. He doesn't have to do anything of anything if he doesn't want to- he'd discovered that almost by accident, when everything had become so boring, he'd stopped attempting to be part of it. Just yet the years slide by, without food, or water, or sunlight. So he doesn't have to breathe, and the very act itself is simply an instinct that won't die off- one last vestige from times long gone.
When he receives Chara's text? Flowey starts breathing again. Didn't even realized he'd stopped.]
Deja vu. Good one, right?
[...]
I've got another one for you.