🌱𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.

++ life, Ben.

[She runs her hands down her sides, stopping at her hips.]

I'm absolutely SHOCKED that you seem to forget that people like me are full of surprises.

[OH GOD SHE KNOWS.]

[She lets out an offended grunt, hair returning to normal.]

Why, I shed my first body right before your eyes, don't you remember? [She pokes the side of his temple with a finger, before looking him right in the eyes.]

You're the one who made this ring to bring this beastly and sexy form to ++

[She looks to her husband, hair rearing up, but she looks-- not angry. In fact, she looks rather pleased with herself. She lets out a little devilish snicker.]

You think THIS is my final form? Pah. A foolish underestimation of me, Benjamin. I can get even stronger~

[Working in her greenhouse again.]

Ahh, once you are perfect, the kids next door will not stand a chance, my precious petunias....

[A wicked cackle escapes, reverberating through the area like a maddened witch's laugh, and what a perfect way to describe this new being... a madness-stricken witch.]

. . . Then, I apologize for assuming. [It sounds genuine...kinda. Knowing what the ring has done to her, it must be hard for this Gloriosa to be genuine these days.]

And they WILL be afraid of us. All I need is a little bit more energy.

[What the fuck does she mean by that.]

[She turns as the fire wall erupts upward.]

Let me be clear, I'm sorry for accusing you, but I'm NOT sorry for going mental about it. Also, let me make something else very clear.

[She towers over him, and utters a phrase.]

I am NOT afraid of you.

[She stares at it, hair going down, and vines retracting.]

. . . I'm not sorry. The book shouldn't have been taken in the first place.

[She grunts, before running down the stairs to make sure everything was in tact.]

THE COOKBOOK, BEN. WHERE IS MY FAMILY'S COOKBOOK.

[She'd hiss, dragging him to the hallway. You see it near a busted window, so... there is an out to this situation.]

[Door is busted open by vines, the plants in this study shudder, and he's grabbed by the planty tendrils.]

BEN. WHERE IS IT!?

[Beginning to drag.]

[LIFTING THE REFRIGERATOR TO FIND WHAT SHE'S LOOKING FOR. DOES NOT FIND IT. SLAMS IT DOWN.]

....OH.

[She realizes Ben might know where it is. Or worse yet, HE took it. SHE GOES INTO A FULL SPRINT UP THE STAIRS.]

[Pterodactyl-esque screech.]

[Tearing the kitchen apart in a rage.]

WHERE IS IT!?

[She howls angrily, vines lashing and splitting in rage.]

[Sigh. She supposes that IS important. But, maybe herd them all into a giant cannon and shoot them into space with no protective gear next time.]

[Ben, use your brain. Kids are disgusting, why would you use them as baking ingredients?]

[Feeding her plants water, new fertilizer, and a bunch of raw cuts of meat. Oh man. . . she's really going deep with this child eating plant thing.]

[. . . Sighs, as she reaches into the refrigerator behind several containers, deeeeep in there, and pulls out the most beautiful looking layer cake. Chocolate, strawberries... cuts him a slice, and hands the plate to him. The look on her face says "you owe me".]

Ha! As if her amateurish and scuffed baking would be as good as mine! Nyohohoho!

[As if he needs to rely on outsider's sweets when he has the world's BEST baker as his wife. Scoff. Offended.]

[Once they're on, she practicing walking in them, and oooooh.. they feel PERFECT for what she's acquired them for. She walks into the foyer, posing like the dramatic bitch she is.]

Hello, dear. Notice anything different~?

[Oh, the new boots she bought came in the mail. . .! She's excitedly running to the door to grab the package from the deliveryman and slamming the door in his face before running off to try them on~]

. . . I smell fresh blood from our loathesome neighbors. Hmm.

[Filing her claws. Bored, ugh.]

[Singing for her plants to make them grow, twirling vines gently around her finger as they slowly bloom.]

[Plotting her evil scheme in more detail, a plate of her famous cookies in her lap. . . brain food.]

[A color rises to her cheeks at the insinuation that he's /proud/ of her.]

You may have failed before, but every dog has it's day, as they say. This little seedling of an idea shall bloom quick and harshly, destroying all in its wake~!

[She grins, before planting a kiss on his forehead.]

++ in store. . . and she'll even let you pick the machine that your sister will be in, from then on, it will be her tomb!

[An evil laugh erupts out of Mother, something so witch like and harrowing to hear, birds nearby outside fly away.]

[A wicked smile spreads across her face, and she looks down at her claws, as if to be coy.]

Well, your meddlesome stepsister is one such battery, my dears~! If we can hook her up to a core, her agony and anger will produce nigh infinite energy! Your Mother has something most devious ++

[She sees him step back, and it forces her to step forward in retaliation, hair still risen up.]

And, of course, Gordon is already tearing them apart from the inside, so this would be all we'd need!

[She's pumping her fists in a malicious excitement, a grin splits her face!]

++ of what machine she'll power. Unless they make the wrong choice. Then we can just put her in the correct choice, of course~.

[Purrs the mistress of evil, and that's when you realize...]

[The real Gloria he stowed away inside is officially dead.]

What, you think I actually care for that entitled lil brat? If she's against us, she's not one of mine, that's for damn sure.

[She clenches her fists, barking out her words coated in thick venom. Hair rears up like snakes readying a strike.]

I think I'll give our Delightfuls the choice ++