I wake up to green. Lots of it. Vines surround me and different blooms of strange flowers lay beside me in- a wooden box? I take a huge breath. What was that? I don't breathe like that. Where are my lungs? This isn't human- like. This isn't Audrey- like. This is PLANT- LIKE. And then I remember the last thing before my slumber. The last tears, the last screams-
OH GOD. The plant! Audrey II! Seymour! I was killed… and then eaten! Where am I? What am I? And where is Seymour! My vision is sharpening. My senses are different. I can't move my armsbecause I don't have any! I can't run away because I have no legs! I move my tongue inside my mouth- ouch! My teeth are sharp!
If Orin had these… the abuse would be overwhelming. Wait- no, there is no Orin. Audrey II ate him! But Audrey II ate me! WHAT IS GOING ON!?
Suddenly, a large figure shifts into my vision. I realize that the black, shiny lenses that I see are sunglasses. And my reflection- I look like Audrey II when Seymour first introduced us! Before my mind can begin to fill with gruesome thoughts, the figure- the man- wearing the sunglasses take his large, meaty, finger and points at me.
"That one. What is it?" he asks. His voice is low and rough, the complete opposite of Seymour's. He backs up, ogling at my plant- ish new form and I see his full face. He has a greasy black moustache, a double chin, and when he removes his sunglasses to get a better look; his eyes are the ugliest, most putrid color of green I've ever seen.
"Oh, that? That's a cutting of the famous Audrey II! Y'know, Seymour Krelbourn's plant before he disappeared." Says a voice out of vision, and Seymour's name catches my attention. Seymour? Disappeared? That could only mean one thing…
"For how much?" says the greasy man. He begins to absentmindedly stroke my outer petals. There was never a time before this when I've wanted a man off of me. And I dated Orin Scrivello DDS.
"You see, these plants are very common these days, most Americans have at least one in their home. They are said to produce good luck and happiness for the owner- for no price! Well, except for twenty bucks. How about it?" says the guy who I assume is the vendor.
Greasy nods his head and smiles. "Luck? Yeah, I could use some of that. I'll take it." After handing a crumpled up twenty to the vendor, he cautiously lifts me up by my stalk- ow- and places me into a brown standard flower pot.
Is this me now? One of Audrey II's minions? Do I have to eat blood? Can I stop this? And the biggest question of all: where is Seymour Krelbourn?