When all had been said and done, when everyone went on to have their happy ending and left Flowey all alone underground, it hadn't taken long for him to turn back into a flower. Ever since...

Well. boredom, mostly. He knew the Underground inside and out, and it was even more empty without anything to do, or anyone to talk to. He actually kind of missed the big dumb skeleton, Papyrus. If nothing else he was always fun to mess with. But he didn't even have that anymore. Oh well. For the first time he was content to pick a sunny spot and nap. He may not have a soul anymore, but the lingering sense of happiness he experienced as Asriel almost had him...calm.

Then he came. Something that looked like a human but wasn't. Wasn't a monster either for that matter. Something without a soul, like him. Oh, Flowey tried to fight, of course. It was certainly an effort. But there was only so much a flower could do against a creature like Marluxia. All the Nobody had to do was immobilize both him and his pellets, and proceded to dig him up while Flowey screamed and cried and begged to be let go. But he wasn't killed. That might have been nicer.

Instead, now he was here. In Marluxia's room. In a flower pot. With a big stupid pink ribbon tied around it. Watered and kept like a common houseplant.

Most of the time he didn't say a word. Especially not to Marluxia. Not after what he'd done. But now? Now the boredom was setting in. Flowey didn't know how long he'd been in this bland, featureless place, but it felt like an eternity. Marluxia was gone on one of his "missions" or whatever. So of course that left Flowey here alone.

Sure, lightly bumping his head against the window glass wasn't the best thing he could be doing. But it was probably the only thing.