Flowey - Healing Magic

“There we go!” Flowey drooped his face down closer to his friend's. “See? As long as you keep pleasing me like this, you'll be perfectly safe, Papyrus.” He took in the cracks and scrapes covering Papyrus' frame. “Boy, you got a little banged up, huh? Let me take care of that for you.”

Papyrus tried and failed to wriggle away from the vine extending toward him. Flowey didn't use healing magic often, but it was more than up to the task of mending the relatively minor wounds he'd caused.

“Boop!” Flowey touched the vine lightly to the tip of Papyrus' nasal bone. In seconds, the scrapes vanished and the cracks filled. “All better!”

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Flowey is Not a Good Life Coach, Chapter 2