Specimen G1-FNO-CH3-D

Created in the laboratories of Blackwell Fisheries, this plant escaped containment and is rumored- by the few who have heard of it- to still lurk somewhere in the state park. Its label in the lab marked where and when it was made: Greenhouse 1, Floral Neurological Organism, Cultivar Helianthus3, Drosera strain. It was part of a project to develop plants that could respond to sunlight or lack thereof, and move to its preferred light source. Developed by combining sunflowers with sundews to enhance the plant's ability to move, the cultivar was given analogs to a nervous system to allow it to respond more quickly to stimuli.   Even by Blackwell's standards, the experiment went off the rails fairly quickly, and the project in Greenhouse 1 was deemed a waste of resources, and the project was officially terminated. The distraught team, not wanting to throw out their years of work and scientific breakthrough, hid their growing cultivar among the other experiments. As an in-joke, the scientists would refer to the plants as Audrey, in reference to Little Shop of Horrors. This name turned out to be tragically prophetic. As the stalks grew, the leaves began to develop the sticky tendrils of their sundew heritage. Before the team could realize just how well the implanted nervous system worked, the plants took their first foray into carnivory. The leaves snapped out, wrapping and gluing the scientists. They managed to strike an alarm switch, and a response team purged the greenhouse with flamethrowers.   The incident was quickly covered up by the Chief of Public Outreach, who deflected questions by stating that the missing scientists had been reassigned to other facilities, that the fire was a normal fire, a simple electrical fire gone wrong but handled by their in-house professionals. After enough time, the official story had changed: there had never been a fire, it must have been someone at the campgrounds in the woods, and that all was well at the fishery. But workers in the other greenhouses talk amongst each other, comparing notes on what they saw that night. Some had seen a shape moving out a broken window, thin and seeming to both glide and lurch toward the trees. And they all distinctly remember being able to see the flash of yellow passing by, even in the darkness. Even the normally tight lips of Blackwell personnel slip sometimes, and now a quiet rumor persists: beware a sunflower that seems out of place- there's no way for one to grow under the cover of the pines...