Dear Flowey,

Howdy!

I'm sure you remember everything I'm about to write, but I thought I'd put it down anyway. Just so it's there.

I'm sorry for this. But I've made my decision. You have to stay down here in the Underground. Forever. You know I can't let you escape.

I have to keep you away from EVERYONE.

I can't let you get out EVER.

I'm so sorry.

By the time you read this, everyone will be gone. They're leaving right now. By the time I turn into you, everyone should be gone, and you will be alone.

I wouldn't leave you alone down here if I didn't have to. But you know I can't let them stay. You'll do awful things to them if they do. We both know what happened before Frisk came along.

So you have to stay down here, alone. You can't get out. Even if Mom and Dad and Frisk and everyone else grows old and moves on, because they're not the only ones I have to protect. You're a threat to everybody.

But I still care about you, and not just because we're the same person. I've still got a little bit left. SOUL.

I can still feel love, for a little while longer. Compassion. All of the things I know you won't be able to understand, because I didn't understand them when I was a flower, either. But I do now. And I care about you. So I have to tell you some things.

Listen. I know what I'm talking about. You know I know. So please listen.

You're going to want to feel something again. You're going to want somebody to play with. But you can't do that. Not anymore.

You're going to want to start it all over again. You'll want to play another game. But you have to know something.

THERE IS NO FUTURE IN WHAT YOU WANT.

THERE IS ONLY PAIN AHEAD OF YOU.

If you find other people to torment, it's not going to make you happy. Okay? You need to try something else.

I'm sure there's something down here that can stop the boredom and the pain. I don't know what it is, so I guess you'll have to figure it out.

Get creative. Poke around in the garbage. Alphys found lots of stuff in there. Learn to sing. Paint something. Read a book. Anything.

And if you try and try and try, and it still doesn't work, then maybe you can figure out how to die and not come back. Maybe there's a way to get rid of DETERMINATION. If there is, you can get rid of the emptiness once and for all. You can kill yourself. Then it will be over—without determination, you won't ever come back.

But.

If you do figure out how to get rid of determination, maybe you can figure out some other things, too. We've already learned a lot about this world, more than other people could even imagine. Maybe there's more.

You might want to use that new knowledge to escape the Underground. But I have a better idea than using that knowledge to reach the surface and start playing the same old game.

Find love. Get a soul. Start feeling things again. I promise you, there is nothing better than feeling love. It's the best thing I've felt since before I became a flower. It's better than hurting people. It's better than a game. It's better than anything.

I know you won't remember what it feels like. You know there's something called love, but you won't know what it is. But it's real, Flowey. It's realer than anything else.

I think it's even realer than determination.

Maybe that's why Frisk won. Both of us had determination. But they had love, too. And that was enough to win, even when we planned so long and tried so hard to take over.

Love won. "Kill or be killed" lost.

So if you find out something big and figure out how to mess with reality even more… try finding love before you try anything else. You won't regret it.

I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I don't want to do this to you. I know how much it's going to hurt. I wish I could save you. I wish we could go back to the way things were. And it hurts so much that we can't.

It's slipping away. I can feel it leaving. The emptiness is coming. It's scary.

Chara.

I almost forgot to mention them.

You're going to want to bring back Chara.

Please, please don't bring back Chara.

I love them so much. Despite all of the bad things, they were my best friend. They'll always have a place in my heart. Even after the love is gone, I'm sure you'll want them back.

But that's a bad idea. We saw the other humans. You know Chara is different, but it's not a good kind of different. It's bad.

I know Chara was a friend of ours.

But Chara was friends with Asriel. You're not Asriel, not without love. And if Chara comes back and finds Flowey instead of Asriel, they will not be your friend. They will leave you here.

If you're lucky.

If you're not lucky, Chara will do the same thing you tried to do to Frisk.

Chara will kill you.

And then they'll reset it.

Just so they can kill you again.

And again.

And again.

You're fragile, Flowey. You're not the strongest thing in the world. If Chara wants to hurt you, they will hurt you forever.

So don't try to escape. The games we played aren't fun anymore.

And don't try to bring back Chara. We weren't the same when we came back. Chara won't be the same, either.

If you can, find a way to get a soul back. Find a way to feel love again.

But if you can't do that, then find a way to get rid of your determination. Kill yourself. Spare us both the pain.

And if you can't do that, then find something else. It can be anything.

Because anything is better than the games we played. And anything is better than being murdered by Chara until the end of time.

Good luck. I'm cheering you on, from the past.

Love,

YOU

Dear Asriel,

Howdy.

Gee… where do I begin?

There are so many things wrong with everything you just said.

You think it's so easy. You think I can just take up painting, and paint over the emptiness.

What do I paint with, Asriel? The brown sludge that collects in Waterfall? The oil and soot in Hotland? Or do I just rip my body to shreds and bleed my pigment onto a canvas of rotten wood, and put it on display where all the nice people can see it, all the nice people who don't live here anymore?

The people here were the only things that make Underground worth living in. And you took them all away from me.

You took my life away. You stole everything.

No, I think I understand just fine. Love isn't the best feeling in the world. Love is the power you use to crush others. Love is the reason I'm down here. Love is the reason I'm TRAPPED!

You love people so much that you put me in my own little hell, just to keep me away. Frisk loved people so much they tore this world away from me. I was the GOD of this world!

No, you don't know what I'm feeling. Things have changed. It's not like the last time I was a flower.

This time is so much worse.

I wish you were here. I wish you were with me. Because I want you to feel the pain that I have felt.

I am going to bring you back. I'm not going to let go of the determination. I'm going to get more.

I will get so much determination that I can reset everything. Even you.

I'm going to bring you back, Asriel. And I will spend the rest of eternity slicing open your fuzzy little body. And "Mom" and "Dad," too.

But don't worry. I'm letting you off easy.

Frisk is the one I really want.

And I'm going to make them scream.

LOVE,

FLOWEY

I THREW A PARTY.

…

AND EVERYONE CAME.