![]() ![]() She needed to turn back! To return to her familiar, Octoling's body as soon as possible!. An inanimate object, not even able to move or speak, let alone, sing, dance, DJ, host news programmes or even hang out with her friends. No matter how much she wanted to deny the reality of her new form, there was no way she could. This couldn't be happening! She couldn't have been turned into a sliding puzzle! People turning to and from squids and ocotopi was completely normal, but girls don't just transform into plastic puzzles!. The new puzzle screeched inside her no-longer-existant head. She'd been transformed into a sliding puzzle! The images on her now-plastic surface were clearly fragments of a larger picture, scattered across her tiles tiles that could presumably be slid across her new frame. What she could tell, though, was what she was supposed to be, what she now was. There was some kind of picture printed on each of her unwanted new tiles, but, from her extremely close-up vantage point, she couldn't tell it what it was supposed to be. That was why she felt so flat and square, why her front-side felt disparate and segmented, because she was flat, square and segmented. Square-shaped tiles of green plastic, settled into place against each other stretched out before her vision, attached neatly into a flat, boxy, darker-coloured plastic frame, filling it out save for one empty space the size of her new tiles. Her curves, her tentacles, her limbs, everything about her Octoling self was gone, her familiar form replaced entirely by simple plastic. There was no denying that the thing she was looking at was herself. She was struggling to believe that it was her body at all.But it was. She tried to scream again at what she saw. ![]() Not a single sound left her unmoving form as she discovered that she was as unable to speak as she was unable to move. She couldn't move! Giving in completely to panic now, she screamed.At least, she tried to scream. Not only could she not budge the limbs she was increasingly afraid were no longer there, she couldn't shift any part of her stiff, small, flat-feeling self. Trying unsuccessfully to reassure herself that everything would be fine, the-girl-who-hoped-she-was-still-a-girl tried to move the arms and legs she could no longer feel, attempting to stand up and take a look at herself, but found, to her dismay, that she couldn't. inorganic? She needed to find out what had become of her. But why did she feel like she was? Why was the world suddenly so enormous around her, much larger-looking even than when she was in octopus form? Why did she feel so. What had that glowing ink done to her!? She was a girl! An Octoling! She wasn't flat and split into pieces!. ![]()
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