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Cagney Carnation didn’t know what he expected out of peering into the portal, but it certainly wasn’t this. It certainly wasn’t this yellow flower staring up at him. God, was he glad he had on his sweet face, though he didn’t like how the golden flower had one of his (it’s?) own. He really didn’t like it when it spoke.
“Howdy, I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower, though Asriel works too! Nice to meet you! I haven't seen another free-speaking flower in quite a while, nonetheless one that moves, too!”
Okay, now he was extremely nervous. He didn't like at all how this was going, and certainly wasn't anticipating the next move. So instead he decided to counter the friendly greeting with one of his own.
“Well hello there! I'm Cagney! Cagney Carnation! It's nice to meet ‘cha” he greeted cheerily, even more unnerved when the flower below him, Flowey, decided he had enough with the bullshit.
“Well, how about we just cut the crap. You’re new, but I’m still getting bored quickly.”
The tiny flower put on a menacing face, smile widening a bit and dripping, eyes bigger yet half-lidded, with tiny cracks forming on the flower, starting to laugh a psychotic cackle. Cagney quickly decided now would be a pleasant time to scram. He jerked away from the portal, metaphorical heart beating a mile a second. He could hear the flower’s twisted laughing, could feel the darkness on his petals. When he removed his head and upper stem from the portal, it closed up a few seconds later. He gazed at where the portal containing the Devil-like flower was moments before. He spent a few minutes collecting himself, before getting his leg-roots out of the ground and walking away from his garden, not once looking behind him.
However, he also failed to notice his friend - best friend, actually - Psycarrot, who wanted to drop by for a visit, only to see a portal appear and for his friend to stick his head in. He also happen to notice the freaked out expression of said friend when he appeared out of the portal. Psycarrot decided now might not be the best time to visit, so he wordlessly went home to his vegetable patch where his brothers were, not even giving them a glance, instead going over to the carrot patch to process why the hell he saw his friend’s black eyes glow red and green.