Jonathan Bradshaw - Cinccino with butterfly wings > Bellossom
Mystical Greenhouse

Well, so much for the Cinccino form. I guess I was kidding myself if I thought I'd be actually getting out of here with it.

"Dude, please, I need something decent with hands, and fast!" I told him, knowing it was crucial if I still wanted to be able to write. "If I can't write, I can't map the rooms out for everyone or carry this stuff we need!" And then I looked at Sonya. "And her hands... just became leaves."

"Uhh... let me see..." he looked around quickly with his eyes darting from plant to plant, strangely familiar with how this place worked. "No... no... that's too far... no... wait... right there! Follow me!"

I followed him with Sonya the Sunflora close behind and tried to hold my breath for as long as possible so as to not inhale anything unintentionally and get transformed into a grass type that could ruin the whole plan. It sucked I was going to lose the Cinccino form, but I guess I couldn't have expected to have it forever. Tom led us down an aisle on the right and eventually we came to some strange but rather large red and magenta flowers.

"Here, breathe into those," Tom the Treecko told me. "Do it quick, before you accidently get turned something else without hands!"

I just followed his advice, approached the red and magenta flowers, put my nose into one of them, and sniffed deeply. Whoa, what a sweet and powerful smell. And Sonya was right, it sure didn't take much to trigger these things. I rapidly transformed, feeling my body warping around as I felt a bit dizzy and disoriented from the effects. When it finally stopped and found my bearings, I looked at my light green arms and saw I was now surrounded by a skirt of green and yellow leaves and then looked up to see I had red flowers growing out of my head. And then when I tried to move, I realized I didn't actually even have feet anymore.

"A-Am I a... Bellossom?" I asked, figuring that's exactly what this was adding up to.

"Hey, you've got hands and you look decent, just like you asked!" Tom smirked. "Trust me, not a whole lot of grass types have both of those going for them! And all the others were... way in the back over there."

Well, this would at least still allow me to write, so I couldn't complain about it. It did feel really different though, and I wasn't too good at this whole sliding around on leaves thing. It would definitely take a little while to get used to.

"Uh... thanks," I told him, still wondering about something. "I'm curious though, how do you know so much about this greenhouse?"

"I gave up trying to ever leave this place," Tom replied. "This greenhouse has some weird things about it, but it's more comfortable than some of the other rooms and doesn't have too many unsettling surprises. So, I kind of just hang around here and help others that pass by through it."

"Nah, dude, no need to stay cooped up in here," I told him, figuring out another solution for this pad of paper. "With your help, I'll write down what each plant turns people into, and put it right in front of them. Easy money."

Tom the Treecko nodded, but he seemed a little cautious.

"I see what you're doing, but... I think you're going to get the Trick Master's attention," he warned me. "In a bad way."

"Well good, I sure hope so," I replied, ready to stuff a melon down that clown's throat. "Some of us have been stuck down here for months. Playtime is over, we've got to start pulling this place apart if we ever want to get out of here."

He nodded, and it seemed like I managed to convince him.