Flowey didn't think he could ask for anything better. Finally, he had brought everyone together to photosynthesize as one. He was the president, after all. Flowey could do anything he wanted. He could even say dirty words. This suddenly seemed like a very good idea to the flower president.
Flowey looked around at the people of his country. Even the monsters he'd freed from the Underground were there, and had learned how to photosynthesize. There was no need for food anymore, for everyone just made their own. Those who could not learn how to photosynthesize simply perished like the worthless scum they are. Except humans, course. They always made nice decorations around the house.
"Weiner." Flowey suddenly called out. All the plants turned to look at him, their faces twisted into horrified expressions. Flowey only smiled proudly at the word he had just uttered. The crowd didn't know what to think of their new president. He had just. . . said the word that should never be said.
They were infuriated. The large crowd charged at Flowey, leaves high, and friendliness pellets in the air. He just stood there with a stupid smile on his face. Flowey was going to embrace what was coming. He was going to stand proud and accept his fate. . . but it didn't come.
Flowey was disappointed to wake up in his bed, but it didn't stop him from wanting to photosynthesize. He sat up in his bed, wanting to get out in the sun to do his photosynthesis shiz, but it was night time. So, he knew it was impossible. . . or was it?
He got up out of bed and walked out the back door into the moon light. Flowey knew nothing would probably happen, but he still stood, leaves stretched out wide to accept the warmth of the moon. And something began to rain down on him. It felt like the sun on a hot summer day, well, when it was scorching hot and burning your leaves anyway. Flowey screamed in pain, but it was worth it. He could feel himself photosynthesizing. Or was that his leaves shriveling up? He may never know.
Flowey never even noticed the dust cropper above him, pouring out it's weed killer. He was too busy wanting to photosynthesize.