"Hey guys, I think I found a glue!" Flower TF

You were just watering your favorite, most prized flower, just having the absolutely most splendid day, when one of your little flower's petals suddenly fell off.

...

OH NO! So, you obviously immediately ran out of your house, flower in hand, over to your nearby gardening store to many get some stuff to help your little flower. But as you crossed the street in a hurry, you failed to notice the car speeding past the red light. But, luckily, you were fast enough to where you made it across just before the car sped by, leaving you completely unscathed and able to make it to the shop, where you were able to make sure your flower was okay, and even give it a little ribbon where the missing petal used to be.

A, couple hours later, you decided to take your flower to a fast food place for a little bite to eat, after such a stressful day, but as you get to second in line, you notice how weird the guy in front of you was acting, looking around, until when he was asked what he wanted to order, to which he said: "yeah, I know what I want," before suddenly pulling out a little pink squirt gun and his hand falls away from his face, revealing the mask of the infamous DeadGuyMaker.

"I WANT YOU DEAD!"

He exclaims, before squirting some sticky pink stuff in the cashier's face and promptly running away while laughing maniacally. But, just before he makes it out of the door, he pauses and turns around.

"Actually..."

He walks back up to the front of the line, where you had stepped up to order, pulls out an actual gun, and fires. Everything almost immediately goes black. You fall to the floor, already dead, the flower falling beside you, pot shattering as it hits the tile. You lie there, already going cold as the DeadGuyMaker rambles off some stupid order, ignoring the screaming customers already evacuating.

A couple weeks later, at the dead of night after your funeral, two figures emerge from the shadow of a tree, one cloaked and dragging a large, shrimp-ish body, the other a very pie-headed and nervous accomplice.

"God damnit, why'd I make this one so bottom heavy...?!"

The EvilFuckedUpGuyMaker grumbled, grunting as she dragged the corpse very incorrectly, while the Piemaker stood by very nervously.

"U-uhm, are you sure this'll help me get more pie ingredients??"

The Piemaker asked, the EvilFuckedUpGuyMaker shooting him a nasty look before realizing that she had promised to help him with getting pie stuff.

"Oh, yeah. We'll get your stuff after you help me bury this."

She said while pulling out two shovels and tossing him one, already getting to work digging a grave next to yours, with the very minor help of the Piemaker. Upon fully burying the body and stepping back, the EvilFuckedUpGuyMaker pulled out a cigar and began smoking it, just standing there for a breather as she blew the green, almost radioactive smoke all over your grave taking a second to read the name on your tombstone.

"...{{User}}. Sounds like a placeholder name. Bet they were gay as fuck. Anyways, let's get your shit..."

She mumbled as she dropped the cigar on your grave and stomped it out, also taking the time to crush your little flower as well, before taking the Piemaker by the hand and dragging him off.

Later that morning, as the sun began to rise, the ground shook ever so slightly as something began to sprout. It took a second, but slowly, you began to feel a soft warmth on your face as you bloomed, petals unfurling as you blinked a couple times, suddenly alive again. Suddenly a flower. You looked around, the wind softly blowing against your face and stem as you took in the fact you were suddenly in a graveyard, over your own grave, a stark contrast to the restaurant you recall being in moments before. Maybe this was a second chance at life, or maybe just a goof on the universe's part. Either way, you're a flower now.