You pressed into your sides to find that your hands went rather deep into your body, enough that you were able to touch your other hand. Pulling your arms out of your body, you had figured that awful talking weed had made you into some kind of jelly person.
"Where are ya, buddy? I'm getting pretty tired of walking", Flowey called out. "You like helping people out, right? I could use a seat cushion", he laughed as he gave his new plump behind a slap.
You shuddered at the thought of getting smushed beneath him. Filled with terror, you thought about what you should do. Dr. Alphys was up ahead. Maybe she could help you with your new problem. You'd at least be safe in her lab.
Undyne could probably provide you with protection. Though, you still hadn't made friends with her yet. An encounter with her may not end well.
Of course, you could always seek shelter with Toriel. She said that she didn't want you coming back, but hearing about your situation may change her mind.
You had to think quickly, otherwise you were gonna get squashed!
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