A purple flower bursts free from the ground after a harsh winter. It sits proudly near a school. It watches high schoolers come and go every day, except for two days when they don’t come at all.
The purple flower rejoices when more of its kind joins it. It watches as its friends spread out taking up quite a bit more room. The purple flowers now take up so much space by the school, others begin to notice them.
A young man picks a few and takes a sniff. He smiles when the sweet and spicy perfumes invade his nose. He takes the purple flowers to his girlfriend. She smiles and passes them around their group of friends after she smells them. They each small them and can’t help but smile.
The purple flowers still in the ground rejoice when more are picked and smelled. They watch as more of their friends pop out of the ground, replacing those taken.
In a few weeks, less and less students went to school. Less and less people pick the flowers.
One day after a nice shower, men in weird white suits came and pick some purple flowers. When they come, the school sits under a bed of the special purple flowers. The whole empty town sits under a bed of the special purple flowers.
The only crowded place now is the graveyard. The flowers don’t grow there, though.
The flowers giggle at the men in the suits as they take a sniff. They had taken off their funny head things and sniffed. The humans can’t help it. Soon, the men are murdering each other. The purple flowers enjoy the spilling of blood, their roots hungrily sipping it up.
More people are sent until the purple flowers bloom beyond the town, taking over cities, towns, and other places alike. Once the world becomes consumed, the purple flowers die off.
Light years away, a purple flower pops up after a harsh wind. It sits proudly near a school. It watches as high schoolers come and go every day, except for two days which is strange.
It giggles and just waits.