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.]
[They're not oblivious. They're conscious of the world jumping back when Frisk experiments with their SAVEs in the library. They mess up their knitting when the world does a series of hops in quick succession, when their counting continues to move forward as normal but the last five purls suddenly never happened three times over.
It's not hard to tell what game Flowey's playing right now.]
Except one of them wakes up again. One of them is alone, and scared. One of them can't feel the way they did before, can't be with the people who loved them, can't love them back.
One of them spends lifetimes calling out for help. Calling out for the only person who ever understood them.
[Wait for it, Chara. This one has a great punchline.]
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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.
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It's not hard to tell what game Flowey's playing right now.]
I've heard better.
But please go on. Make me laugh. :)
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They die.
Except one of them wakes up again. One of them is alone, and scared. One of them can't feel the way they did before, can't be with the people who loved them, can't love them back.
One of them spends lifetimes calling out for help. Calling out for the only person who ever understood them.
[Wait for it, Chara. This one has a great punchline.]
But nobody came.
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Asriel.
How can a corpse answer someone's calls?
...I cannot even imagine how desperate and lonely you must have been.
[You can't understand how this feels. Ha, ha. A joke unto itself. You know, since they're all having a laugh anyway.]
1/2
[And there goes the breathing, again. It's replaced with something else.
If he really had to call it anything, whatever that something else is, he'd call it ugly.]
And here you are.
I can't even have this.