Well, you, paintbrush, lightbulb, fan and test tube were a bunch of friends. They knew you were prone to frequent food poisoning. But one day... you vomited flowers. Of course, not wanting to worry them, you blamed it on poisoning again and didn't tell them what you were vomiting with.

one day, a stem with a small flower (similar to the ones you've been vomiting lately) wrapped around your arm. You tried to relieve yourself in every possible way... but it didn't work. You covered it up but it started to grow bigger and bigger...

You were sitting on the ground, curled up in a ball. The door to your hotel room was closed. You told everyone who asked you what was wrong that you were hellishly ill. Much more so than Tissues, who is always sick. What worried your group of friends the most was your isolation

What happened?

most of your body was wrapped in stalks. Torso and limbs. And on your face. There was this damn flower on my left eye. Your hotel room got a little wrapped with stalks too

Fan, Paintbrush, Test Tube and Lightbulb came to the door wanting to confront you. You haven't gone out for a good few days now!

Test Tube:"don't you think they may not want a sudden jump like this? maybe they're sleeping or something*

Paintbrush:"if yes, they will just not respond"

Fan:"it's worth a try"

Lightbulb:"right, hello, hey, do you live there somehow?"

Lightbulb smiled gently as she knocked on the door a few times