snowblindrpg | [log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

[Dude, that is so creepy!? What is this thing!?]

What? No! I literally just saw you, you're not Flynn! You're tryin' to trick me!

[There's a part of him that's afraid, though, like...could that have happened in the last ten minutes? What if it was Flynn?

No, it couldn't be.

He needs to get back, but he can't have that thing following him.]

Then why are you here?

That wasn't me! We were locked in a room, it was so difficult to break out? We were trapped there and... and it really hurt. Please, you gotta believe me?

[Even though the change holds no real horror for him anymore he still sounds dismayed about it. He remembers the nausea and the coughing and feeling so wrong...]

... But I have these really cool powers now, look!

[He reaches out excitedly to leave spores and outgrowths on some nearby debris. It takes root, interweaving, then blooms in the most beautiful enticing colors.]

[Aw, man, that sounds way too much like Flynn. And anomalies didn't hold conversations, either? What if he's not really an anomaly? Was he some kind of clone? A copy?

What if it really was Flynn!? Were they suddenly replaced with clones when they were sleeping!?

It's enough to get Peter out of the safety of the ridge, and he comes closer. Close enough that he starts to get a little dizzy.]

Dude, prove that you're....you're you.

[...]

That's awesome!? [Look, he might be completely freaked out right now but that is really cool.] What else can you do?

I, uh... well! I can move these any way I want? Watch!

[The vines and branches on his edges move as he speaks.

He's a bit miffed that he has to prove himself to a copy but, well. He guesses that's fair, he does look very different and that's probably how the real Peter would react, too, if he hadn't been in the room with Flynn.

How can he convince this one? Does this one even have the same memories like his real friend?

Only one way to find out.]

I shared my soda with you when you came back and couldn't see. Me and Bucky wrapped you up in a curtain when you were going all crazy Celestial on us.

[Something in his face softens and his breath hitches for a moment.] I... told you about Simone.

Dude, that's so cool, you can do so much stuff with that? Are you gonna grow a garden?

[Oh no.

Oh no, that...somehow, it's really Flynn. It has to be. Flynn told him about Simone and...and a copy, a clone couldn't possibly have those feelings--

--he's seen movies, he knows, there's always something that proves you're a copy, and this...this is too real.]

Oh man, Flynn, I'm so sorry...what did they do to you?

[It hurts to see what they did to his friend, his best friend...what happened? Oh God, they turned him into some kind of papery plant monster?

Yep, he's coming closer because this is Flynn, man, this is him!]

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I am! I'm gonna grow the greatest garden ever.

[He beams because yes, that is his plan. Grow, grow on everything, fix all this. See, you understand him right away! That's why you're his friend!]

It will be everywhere. But it's very... exhausting.

[So exhausting. And this town is so hard to grow in, all that metal and snow. How he longs for fertile soil.]

I don't know. We were in this room and we somehow got... changed. Maybe it was Miller? I don't understand what happened but... at least it doesn't hurt? I feel pretty good.

[He's babbling he realizes but it's nice to talk about this. Put it into words, share his experiences, because even though he doesn't mind all that much anymore, they were pretty traumatic.]

I don't feel the cold and all my injuries? They're just gone, it doesn't hurt anymore. Like, you know when you were sick for a very long time and suddenly you're getting better and you're feeling better and it's just so much better? Man, I was in a lot of pain.

That's so cool. It's gonna be amazing! I can't wait to see it.

[Peter's used to living in space, without greenery and vegetation and living things, the constant metal doesn't bother him (he could do without the snow, though), but he gets how people who weren't used to it can miss it so much.]

Exhausting? Do you need sun? Cause that's kind of a problem right now.

[There's nothing but sympathy on his face. And a nosebleed.]

You're not in any pain. That's...that's good. That's real good. I mean, the fact you look like weird paper-plant thing isn't good, but the feeling better...that's good. God, Flynn, I don't...look at you, man. Are you sure you're okay with this?

[A beat.]

How did you get in the room? When did this even happen? Was it in the last ten minutes? Because I literally saw you ten minutes ago.

No, I'm just... I'm very hungry. There wasn't any food in that room and this is a very inhospitable environment. My plants, they need sustenance.

[He's coming closer, his tendrils twitching like they can sense the other living thing in his dead environment. A vine reaches out to curl around Peter's wrist.]

That wasn't me. I'm the real me. That other Flynn is just a copy.

Oh man, you are? Hold on, lemmie see if I got some food in my pack.

[Peter wipes his nose on his sleeve before digging in his bag, seemingly unconcerned about the anomaly effects. It's okay, he'll withstand anything for his best friend who is now apparently an anomaly somehow. He's not sure if he should scream or be happy because Flynn's feeling better?]

I don't--I woulda noticed if you were replaced somehow! But...I mean...

[This Flynn knew so much, he knew about Simone...

He pauses in his pack-rummaging when the vine curls around his wrist. Peter pokes a finger at it.]

Can you feel that? That's so weird.

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Oh hey, thanks, man. I knew you'd help!

[It's so nice of him to share his food. Flynn really wants Peter to be a part of all this now instead of just eating him. He just hopes the real Peter won't be jealous that he hangs with a copy, that would be just like him, especially when he's so salty about the whole mud affair. Maybe he doesn't have to know...]

Yeah, I can feel that.

[He gives a playful tug on his wrist in return. Pulling him in a little closer.]

Of course man, you know I got your back.

[Which is currently weird and papery? But it's fine. He hands Flynn a packet of peanut-butter crackers he'd been saving. As worried as he is about him (like, how can he even survive like this!?) Flynn seems to be in good spirits so...that's something.

He lets Flynn pull him in closer, not minding at all because it really is cool to get a good close-up view of him and all the plant-things going on. He can take the dizziness and the nosebleed, he's fine.

He tries to poke at one of the flowers.]

Can you feel that, too?

Yes, that tickles. ... Don't try to rip them out, okay?

[The vine creeps up Peter's wrist and arm like ivy tendril, intertwining. Flynn is excited – this works so much better than on the cold icy ground! No wonder he's so exhausted from trying to bloom in this dead soil...]

Sorry about the nosebleed, by the way, that's gotta hurt... It'll be better soon.

[He wonders if his outgrowths would flourish on life tissue? This is a copy of his best friend after all, he shouldn't just... eat him like anyone else. Flynn reaches out, brushing up Peter's arm and leaving a trace of spores on his neck and shoulder. They quickly take root, digging through the clothes, trying to find the warm skin underneath.]

Oh look at that! [He looks and sounds delighted.] It works!

[You can be in bloom, too, how wonderful!]

Oh! Yeah, of course not.

[He draws his hand back, he doesn't want to accidentally hurt him. A smile crosses his face because he doesn't see the vines and plants as anything menacing at all.]

Nah, it's fine. You remind me of Groot, actually. I mean, when he was big, when I first met him. But he can do stuff like that, it's really cool--

[When Flynn brushes against his arm and spores are left on his neck and shoulder, Peter doesn't think anything of it, until--

--sudden pain when something, somethings dig deep into his skin.]

It works, what the hell!? Flynn! What are you doing, what was that!?

[He thinks it must be an accident, of course, and he tries to reach up to grab what he can and yank them out--]

Don't, you're hurting them!

[The vines shoot forward now, much quicker than before, entangling with Peter's arms and yanking them back down.

He steps in closer, much closer, looking a bit miffed about the attempt to tear out the saplings but the smile returns soon enough.]

Don't be scared, you're gonna be beautiful. I'm gonna give you the prettiest blossoms I have, everybody else is gonna be so jealous!

[Oh God. This situation just went from bad to worse. He tugs at the vines entangling his arms, maybe--Flynn wouldn't hurt him on purpose, he just doesn't know what he's doing. He's seen this before, it's in all the movies. People who got turned into monsters always ended up like this. Sometimes they wouldn't listen to reason, sometimes they would.

He really, really hope Flynn is one of those monsters you can break through to.]

Buddy, Flynn, you're--[He has to pause several times, gasping, because he can feel the roots digging in, deeper, into his muscles. Blood trickles down his jacket.]

--you're hurting me, pal, these things, they're diggin' in me, man. You gotta call 'em off. Come on.

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[Flynn sighs, nodding.]

Yes, I'm sorry, but it's really important that they take proper root. They can't survive for long otherwise. They really like you, though, you're so warm! It's so hard on them in all this ice?

[There are more vines coming in, wrapping around his legs, his mid-section.]

I'm really glad you came, you really are the best. Did you know that plants living in dry environments often have deep roots systems so they can access water far below the surface? Whereas the ones in tundra regions tend to be more shallow...

And that's great?

[It was not great.]

But-but it really hurts, man, if this keeps up I can't use my shoulder or arm and that would suck even worse, bro...

[His voice is shaky, and he stares down in horror at the plants that are somehow growing on him. And to make things worse...there's more vines. Why more vines?

Why the disturbing, ominous plant facts?

U N S U B S C R I B E.]

I'm not gonna run away, what are you...you don't have to tie me up or anything...?

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I think so, too. And don't worry about the pain, I got you. I'll help you through it.

[The excited lightness to Flynn's tone doesn't change and he's still smiling. As if they were having a nice amiable chat about their latest adventures and not about growing things into living tissue.]

It's just so you'll hold still. You might start trashing about and you could rip them out or damage them.

[And they definitely can't have that, now, can they. The vines creep up and tighten their grip, holding Peter in place.

Did you know that the smell of freshly-cut grass is actually a plant distress call? #plantfacts]

But I don't really want the pain? I mean, that's great you got me, but I don't actually want any pain here, bro. And they're like...they're in my muscles I think, and that's bad news? What if it gets infected? Also I kind of like having a full range of motion in my shoulder?

[...yeah, his heart's dropping like a rock and that smile is pretty much kind of terrifying. As is your everything else. He tugs at the vines, testing how tightly they were holding him. Yeah. That's tight. This is bad. This is really, really bad.]

So can we uh...can you maybe move these little guys someplace else? We can find some soil and stuff, a cool little planter, a couple pots--it'll be great!

[U N S U B S C R I B E.]

I know, I know.

[He sounds sympathetic, but there's something wrong about it, the compassion separate from what's happening, what's going to happen. What keeps happening.]

You know, I'd give you something but I don't seem to have any toxins or spores. Did you know that some plants like the white baneberry have a sedative effect on cardiac muscle tissue?

[More plants spread, over his shoulders, down his back, his sides.]

Wolfsbane disables the nerves, too, that would come in handy.

[Okay. This isn't just bad. This is dangerous, he has to get out of here, this is--

--and they're spreading. He can feel the roots digging in his back, on his shoulders, down his sides--he's seen a lot of weird stuff over the years, been on a lot of weird planets ~~been a weird planet~~, but this takes the cake. And the candles. And the whole damn party including the hats.

You're gonna get screaming now, Flynn.]

AUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH what the hell!? Flynn! It's getting worse, I don't--it's not just the pain, man, you think giving me an asprin's gonna make it all better!? Look, you're not--you're not thinking clearly. This happens a lot in monster movies, okay? You've seen monster movies, right? Guy gets turned into a monster, goes on a rampage, usually has no idea what they're doing--I'm tellin' you, bro, right now?

You're that guy on a rampage, and you gotta take a step back and see that you're hurting me.

Me, Peter, your best friend! You don't wanna hurt me, you've never wanted to hurt me!

[The roots are digging into his muscles, spreading, it's horrifying how much he can feel them moving around in there, and there's more blood trickling down his jacket. He tries to tug harder at the vines, attempting to kick his legs, pushing his arms out with all his strength.]

Let me go, man!

It's-- Peter-- that is just-- okay, yeah, I get it, but can you just listen!?

[That is certainly a lot of screaming. Flynn frowns, something irritable on his wrong, paper-plant face. God, why did he have to be so dramatic about it all? It's just so Peter, even though it's merely a copy. At least this one isn't spewing mud while he's at it.

And much like he did with Peter's anomaly counterpart, he puts one hand over his mouth to stop the neverending litany.]

Look, man, you just have to trust me here, all right? I know what I'm doing. I got a degree in botany, it will be fine. You'll be so beautiful? And I'll make it quick, I promise.

[All right, it is officially time to freak out.

Peter's eyes are the size of saucers when Flynn covers his mouth--why are you covering his mouth, Flynn, this is terrifying, thanks--]

MMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH--*

[*translation: I'm already beautiful, that's really not necessary.

Peter bites down on the vine-hand covering his mouth, shoving against the vines that are holding him down as hard as he can, hoping it something would hurt him enough to get a little bit loose here.

Especially before the pain from all the digging roots gets worse, because it's bad enough already.]

Ow! Did you-- did you just bite me? What the hell, Peter?

[That is so not cool?! Come on!

Ink seeps from the bite and Flynn's hand briefly withdraws, then presses down all the harder. The vines tighten their grip around Peter's body, dragging him down and pressing him into the ground.]

Why are you making this so difficult? Don't you want to help me? You're supposed to be my friend!

[He comes closer, towering above him. Plants cover the ground surrounding them, growing quickly, intertwining, slowly creeping over Peter's legs, arms, body.]

Or maybe you're not. Maybe you really are just a copy. Maybe you came back wrong.

[That's not cool?

How about plants growing on you, and getting tied down by vines, that's not cool, bro!]

Mmmmmmppppppphhhhgggghhh--

[How is this helping you? He grunts when the vines press him into the ground, and it's full-tilt fighting for his life, now. Flynn standing over him was terrifying enough, and there's more--more plants, more roots digging into him. There's blood everywhere now, if one of those roots finds an artery he's done for--or worse, he's just gonna slowly bleed to death from basically a million cuts.

He can't die here like this!?

Everything hurts, plants all over him, plants everywhere, roots everywhere, digging in. It's maddening. He struggles wildly against the vines, pushing against them with all his strength--

--he looks up at Flynn with pleading eyes, shaking his head.

No! I'm not a copy! Please, stop this!]

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