So Flowey, how's life treatin ya?
The gargantuan horror’s screeches rattle the walls of the pitch black caverns, disturbing the sludge filled waters he treads sleeplessly.
He doesn’t seem to be able to distinguish your voice from the thousand others in his mass.
Hey flowey do you know that your BEST FRIEND i back =)
That certainly got the beast’s attention.
He stared into the dark about him with a thousand writhing, unblinking eyes, listless and delirious; claws crusted with the blood of hundreds dug into saturated soil, turning over insects and roots and stones. The cracked screen it bore flashed in the darkness, bearing a face that had not seen the light of day for a millennia.
A maw that had taken lives without remorse opened, and let free a soft, quiet voice that did not belong to the gargantuan demon, bleating into the dark with a hope that had nearly been forgotten.
“Ch-chara? Frisk? Are you there? It’s… it’s me…”
A far louder, hellacious cackle drowned out the meek voice a moment later, shaking the cavern roof with a ferocity that broke several stalactites from it.
“Shut up, crybaby. You know as well as I do that they’re dead! Dead, dead, dead and gone, rotten as everything else down here! You don’t have any friends, no one but me~”
The tiny, quiet voice lapsed into silence, overpowered by the shrieking of the nightmare creature, and bowed into the shadow, weeping as he went.