southern-sweetpea:
“What in the world.” Rosetta knelt down in the garden, eyeing a particular plant that truly had no business being there. “These are..poisonous. Why are they here?” She questioned to herself, brows furrowed as she reached out to touch one of the leaves with a single gloved hand. She could hear someone walking in the grass behind her, glancing over her shoulder.
“Oh yeah, I planted those with the specific intention of murdering a bunch of people. Kidding, of course. Yeah, I have no idea why those are here. I just work here, like you must I’m assuming based on the gloves.”















