* Don't tell my parents I got a blog!

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Teen would watch the little guy enact his picture storytelling prowess. The little stories were quite adorable to watch and made Teen smile, putting away the sudden doubts he had before. 

“Holy cow, little dude!  You lived such a cool life!  And I’m so glad you think of us as friends, yo.  We literally just met but I already think the same, haha.”

“Oh, I don’t think you were just telling me this for nothing, right?  So you were a moldsmol in the past...  Did you think that the jelly is actually made of moldsmol?  I’m sure mom didn’t cook up any of our neighbors if so!”

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“Uh...  Are ya saying that... You are a moldsmol?  Maybe?  Sorry, I’m a little bad at pictionary, yo...“

And then there was the second drawing.  Sure, it was just a drawing, but it was unmistakably recognizable.

“Oh, have you met my cousin Alphys?  I don’t remember her having a plant body, but she was real rad at science, yo.”

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“Oooh, I see what’s up, little dude!”  The yellow monster chuckled a bit.

“It looks a little too much like a moldsmol, huh?!  Yeah, when mom brought it home the first time, it was really hard to think about eating it!“ 

“It was even harder to look at my classmate for a while.”

“Well, little dude!  I’ll just scoot this out of the way, yeah?  But, uh, if you want, I can get us something else, yo.  In fact...” Bending down, Teen made sure to level with the little plant.  “We can go to my kitchen together!”

“Okay okay okay, hold on yo.  Maybe… I ran off with a lot of assumptions?  Are your rock children well and healthy?  Or, actually…”

“You… Probably don’t have any rock children, huh?”  Oh boy.  Look at what you have done now, Monster Teen.  Probably made this rock all confused.

If Iggy had eyes, it would be wistfully staring into the distance.

*  Ah yes. My thousands of children.

*  I’m so proud of them.

*  I heard the river took half of them to the shores of a lake.

*  Some place called… “Waterfall”?

*  It’s a good thing they’re so small.

Monster Teen scooted back a smidge from his spot on the floor in surprise.

“Huh?  So you do have kids, miss!?“  So he did get something right.  “Fish monsters?...“

@corruptedflora​

[ * NEW VIDEO MESSAGE FROM @dinodots: ]

[ * … Uh oh.  Teen sent a VIDEO MESSAGE, but it seems to have gotten… ]

[ * … ]

[ * NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM @dinodots: “Oh yeah, I forgot we could do that! LOL! (That’s an acronym for ‘laugh-out-loud’ BTW! AKA, ‘by-the-way.’ And AKA means ‘also-known-as’)” ]

[ * NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM @dinodots: “But I don’t think I can get to, uh, wherever you are, yo.  Every time I leave the UNDERGROUND… er, my version of it, I just walk until I end up somewhere weird.  I don’t know how it works?” ]

*I See…

[ Learning so Much Already! ]

[ … ]

*That is Rather Strange Though. I Don’t Think I’ve ever Heard of That Kind of… Method. Very Interesting Though! Wonder Where it was You Ended up Though…

*Back to the Point, That does Kind of Stall Plans a bit. Though I could Possibly Try and Make my Way to You? It would Take a While to Pinpoint, Since I’ve Never been There… 

*I like to Believe I have a Talent for Finding Places… but it does Take a bit for me to Find Specific Locations and Worm my Way in…

[ * NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM @dinodots: “Well. If you think you can do it, yo...” ]

[ * NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM @dinodots: “Oh, I guess I should put on my tie... And get all my papers ready.  Should I get snacks, dude?” ]

[ * NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM @dinodots: “Teachers don’t like snacks in class for some reason, but I’ll be a super cool teacher, yo!” ]

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Is that…  Jello?

Upon closer inspection, it’s quivering and seems to the source of the noises.

It’s!  It’s!!!

A really large serving of red jelly, still shivering and squelching. 

“Oh, hey there, little dude!  I got some of my mom’s jelly for us to share.  Usually its too big for just myself, but I’m sure we can finish it together.”

For a moment, he had a bit of a confused look while he moved to get closer to the treat and with a vine, very lightly poked at it. He observed its wiggling and started trying to wiggle in a similar manner. It was like he always knew how to wiggle like a moldsmall and now was, if one didn’t know better, trying to communicate with it. 

Seeing the contortion of expressions on the little guy’s face had Monster Teen tilting his head to the side.  Did he overdo the suspense?  The jello does practically dwarf him in comparison.  And he suppose a large, wiggling silhouette in a stranger’s house could terrify a child.

“Yo, what?  Did I do something wrong, yo?  Or maybe… All your rock children died?!”

“That’s so sad!! I’m probably being real insensitive, dude… I’m sorry for what happened to your pebbles.”

*  Did you lose your marbles or what?

*  What in the fresh HECK are you RATTLING ON about??

“Okay okay okay, hold on yo.  Maybe... I ran off with a lot of assumptions?  Are your rock children well and healthy?  Or, actually...”