It had just occurred to you how big everything seemed to be getting. You thought it was weird that a flower could provide so much cover. While you thought it was good that you could hide much more easily from Flowey, you were also much weaker, and more vulnerable to everything around you. You could slip and get stuck in a crack in the floor, or kicked to the other side of the room at this size. And if Flowey or someone did get a hold of you, there wasn't much of a chance that you would be getting free.
Suddenly, you heard a loud tremor as you attempted to hide in the patch of flowers. This was soon followed by another, and then yet another, and repeating from there. It didn't take you long to identify the tremors as footsteps, and they sounded to be getting closer. You could now feel the heavy footsteps of something getting closer. At your current size, you were at the mercy of whatever found you. You had a choice to make.
Do you stay and hope that whatever finds you will be merciful?
Or do you make a run for it?
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