You don't know how, but you manage to finally pull your leg, hard enough to hear Flowey slam face first into the door with a "gong." You unintentionally laugh at this. As you let out your laugh, you realize: he's out there, you're near the nicest person you met... you're safe. You blow a raspberry at Flowey through the door while he's shaking the cobwebs out of his head.
"Ya, yuk it up all you want! You're no more safer with giga goat in there than you are with me out here! You'll see! In fact, you're gonna be beggin' to be plastered to this rear!" You figure he's just upset he lost and you walk off, grinning and with a spring in your steps. You walk up the steps, head to the living room, only to find she's not rocking in it. Where is she?
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