that won't work.
*the moss is unrooted!*
It is agony for both Moss and Pickle. Seeing as how the moss was forcibly ejected from Pickle's body, their form is now quite gruesome. Skin flayed open, chest burst, and blood mixed with roots all over. The moss is glad it stayed out of the brain this time.
YOU MONSTER! SHE IS NEARLY DEAD! IF IT WAS NOT FOR THE IMPROVEMENTS WE MADE TO HIS BODY, THEY WOULD HAVE DIED LIKE MOST MORTALS! WE ARE LEAVING, AND WHEN WE COME BACK, CONSIDER YOUR DAYS FINISHED.
Moss flees, holding Pickle's form within a healing cocoon.















