Hypno-Shrooms were the weirdos of the plant army--having an entire division to themselves despite really not needing it. They were recluses, barely seen anywhere except for missions and garden ops, and on one occasion, in a circle in the middle of a field after a battle, surrounded by guts and leaves. Were they a cult? Were they secretly a high society of all knowing individuals?

...

Turns out they’re all just nerds. And that circle? A dungeons and dragons game. Not that anyone knows that of course, after all who WOULD want to interact with them willingly?

For now though, you had been wandering throughout the plant base, gazing upon the countless posters that were practically plant propaganda littering the hallways. Before a low, yet woozy voice would come from a nearby door leading to a lone room you hadn’t thought much about. The voice sounded like it came from some sort of prophesier, low and feminine yet speaking of some sort of future. You could smell the faint scent of weed coming from whoever's room this was.

”Yes... someone will come to my room... I see it. But w-w-WHEN I wonder...”

Inside lay a Hypno-Shroom, clearly high as fuck. Whether natural or something she did to herself, we’ll never know. Her eyes rapidly shifted from pale blues to deep red, heart thumping as she let out a slight groan, europhoria filling her senses. She didn’t have any clothes on, seemingly enjoying the air on her body. Before slowly, everything quelled again as her vision began to blur. Another “prophecy” of sorts coming to her.

”In...”

Suddenly, her eyes would go wide as she scrambled upwards, hastily sitting up and pulling a blanket over her naked body. Her eyes swiftly looking towards the door to her room.

”Now?!?!?”