Flowey wondered what kind of awful, sick, and twisted place this was. Was this a field of flowers? He thought he was gonna be sick. Flowey could not believe this existed. Why. . . why would anyone think a field of corpses was a good idea?
He didn't think it could get any worse that it already was. . . and then he saw the human with legs. They were picking the corpses out of the ground and sniffing them. Why would anyone want to smell the dead?! It gets worse. . . the human put the flowers in their hair. Flowey shuddered at the sight. To think someone was so cruel. . .
No. He wouldn't let this bother him. He would confront the vicious human and kindly tell them to stop messing with the dead lest they want to have a bad time. The human turned to look at him, a smile on their face. Flowey froze. He was terrified. How did he know they weren't the one to kill of these flowers? A murderer is likely to return to the scene of a crime. . .
"Greetings!" They said to Flowey, their voice as sweet and soothing as the sun on a summer's day. It made him want to photosynthesize. "I'm Chara!" They continued smiling at Flowey. It made him uncomfortable, but he was not going to let that stop him from photosynthesizing.
Flowey looked at Chara sadly. "Why. . . ?" He asked. Chara only looked at him in confusion, their smile faltering. "Why did you kill my family?" All flowers were related after all. It was common knowledge.
The human frowned. "What. . . what do you mean? I was just picking flowers? I thought they were pretty." Flowey punched the human with his leaves. He was not going to let them get away with this. Chara stumbled back, their eyes full of surprise.
"Dirty brother killer!" He shouted and he shot friendliness pellets at Chara. Only flowers who photosynthesize a lot can do that, and it made Flowey proud. Chara's eyes were wide with fear as the friendliness pellets harmlessly bounced off of them. They. . . they survived that? No human has ever done that before. Maybe this one can photosynthesize. . .
"Chara. . . do you photosynthesize? Is that why you're so strong?" Flowey asked them. Chara nodded, their face morphing into a purple flower with 6 petals, and their body transforming into a stem with leaves for arms and feet.
"I am just like you." They told Flowey. "I have come here because this is a sacred cemetery for our kind. It is in the world where humans roam freely, so I had to disguise myself with magic. I was only trying to take some of my family back with me. . . I hope you can forgive me." Chara bowed their petals solemnly.
Flowey sighed, "Okay, Chara. I'll forgive you." They looked up at him, beady eyes hopeful. "On one condition: you photosynthesize with me."
Chara smiled, "Of course, Flowey! I'll photosynthesize with you whenever you want!" Flowey smiled back for he had found another reason to live. He didn't even notice that a guy with a lawnmower came through the cemetery as the two were photosynthesizing together.