A young Blossom woke up. A nauseating wave of pain went through her body. Dry and fresh blood was on her, and there was a jagged cut across her body, letting out a black ectoplasm. She also felt something cold and slimy... Her eyes widened. She let out a scream; the vine was still on her! She got up and ran, but the vines still followed her! Blossom suddenly stopped in front of a steep, snowy cliff above the outpost. She was stuck! She can't escape from the evil plant monster! She looked behind, suddenly, she saw that vine wasn't from the woods anymore, it was now a tentacle that burst out of her backpack. The young creature screamed, then took a moment to recollect herself. She wasn't Blossom anymore. She was this... this creature! The little being sat down, coiling her new vines together, and started to cry. How could this have happened? She took a peek down at the outpost, then stood up. She took out the little mirror from her backpack and looked at herself. She shuddered. She looked grotesque. Her skin was now a clammy, dark, muted teal-ish color from that beautiful lavender she used to be. She then jumped at the next new thing on her: the throat the vine slit was now a jagged, toothy maw, her visor was now black with a glowing, cyan, slit pupil, and her pretty little bloom was now a black, dead looking flower. The new creature wanted to cry again, but she felt powerful hunger, so she climbed down the mountains, vine by vine, and came back to the outpost. "Blossom" slithered through the shadows like some sort of ninja, and found herself at the office meeting room soon after. She saw a large plate of donuts, and started drooling that same tarry ectoplasm as earlier. The little creature dug in, inhaling donuts. Seconds later the plate was demolished. Donut destroyer caught her breath, then started to feel sick. She started shaking, feeling as if she was about to explode. How much donuts did she eat? She ran outside behind a large rock, and felt something rising in her throat. She peeked around the corner, breathing heavily. The coast was clear, nobody was going to see that gnarly beast anytime soon. She whipped around and suddenly threw up violently. She didn't understand! When did donuts turn on her? The queen of donuts? She kept vomiting until her stomach was literally turned inside out. The creature slid back on the rock, sitting down and her tongue lolling out. Maybe this was just a dream. If she fell asleep in a dream, she could wake up in the real world! Belladonna closed her eyes, the glow of the cyan pupil reflecting from her eyelids into her peepers, and drifted off into another place.
