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Never in a million years had Starlo thought he’d be teaching a bunch of kids to ride bowll’s with Undyne THE captain of the royal guard supervising.
Yet here he was trying to keep Kanako, Clover, Frisk and weirdly ‘Flowey’ who was dragged along by flowerpot from dying while Undyne kept provoking the Bowll’s.
Starlo didn’t know why he agreed to this and he especially didn’t want any angry mother’s after him, if he did get any he’d doubt he’d stay alive for long.
Despite all odds; Clover wasn’t doing that bad, maybe they had experience with Bowll’s? On the other hand, Kanako was five seconds away from falling into the soup.
Frisk wasn’t in a much better situation but somehow prevailed without difficulty, how the child does that Starlo might never know.
He only knew Flowey was enjoying the show from Clover’s Bowll, that grin he was wearing could rival the smuggest poets he read about.
Starlo probably should have called the others of the Feisty(j) five to assist him, but he didn’t want to disturb their plans with babysitting.
Starlo barely had the time to register— and dodge a spear, Undyne was chasing after Frisks Bowll.
“Miss Undyne, that isn’t a good idea. Provoking the Bowll will only get you—“
A loud clang could be heard, Undyne was lucky she wore her armour underneath her clothes.
“—Hurt.”
Starlo now knew how it felt to be a parent, it wasn’t fun.
He has discovered the secret as to why Toriel and Ceroba are so strong, they deal with this chaos.
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Clover idly cleaned the Bowll it seemed to enjoy that, Flowey's flowerpot was in their off hand.
They don’t know how Frisk managed to get Flowey back but they weren’t complaining.
They watched the chaos unfold in the near distance, they wish they could record it.
“UNDYNE DON’T PROVOKE THE BOWLL!”
“IT HAS IT COMING!”
“FRISK IS STILL ON THE BOWLL YOU CAN'T BEAT IT UP!”
“WATCH ME!”
Frisk provoked Undyne, Undyne screeched harder.
Clover smiled fondly at the scenario as Kanako jumped off of her Bowll who joined the fight, Flowey looked at Clover.
“Hey Gun-hat?”
“Hm?”
“Are you satisfied?”
“What are you talking about.”
“Are you satisfied with this outcome, this ending?”
“Are you?”
“I don’t know.”
“How come?”
“I guess I can’t tell yet, it isn’t the end of the world or anything.”
“Then there’s your answer.”
“Huh?”
“I can’t be satisfied with the ending if it isn’t the end yet.”
“You know that isn’t what I meant.”
“Then answer the question how you intended it yourself.”
“Touché.”
“Some reason why you’re asking this?”
“Just wondering, this is quite the interesting timeline.”
“Do you not like this line of events?”
“I think I prefer it over many others.”
“Glad even the soulless being is starting to feel something.”
“Not even in a million years.”
“Somehow I doubt that.”
A large crashing sound disturbed their conversation, a Bowll had crashed the fence.
“Let me guess you want to go after it.”
“What? Of course, it might cause trouble.”
Clover got ready on their Bowll to give chase, Flowey rolled his eyes.
“You really are a cowboy..”
“Not a fake one?”
“Don’t make me take my words back.”
“Noted.”
Clover nudged their Bowll to follow the escapeè, Flowey screeched in horror when they jumped the fence.