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[@Squirrel98]

Interdimensional spacetime travel is a difficult thing to explain, but as something shifted for Wormy in another part of the paralleled backrooms, his anger seemed to subside. The inching closer sounds of his hissing, the squiggles akin to a walk, would stop. The little worm was still injured enough to not want to go on a full attack spree just for the fun it. So, with a bit of a huff of relief, stopped his squiggling towards Amanda and headed back to the bakery.

A thought crossed his mind...

"Does mommy want pie?" The sweetly asked question wasn't a trick, Wormy knew Amanda hadn't eaten in awhile. Then, the little bundle of playful aggression added, "I share my pie with mommy!"

But Wormy realized that Amanda would need to act fast if she was to avoid the more aggressive entity in the room. There would be no fighting against the bigger beastie to save the human, but at least the mother only had one monster to worry about right now. 

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[h1][color=gray]B.?.117[/color][/h1]
[@Xandrya]

All was not well. No response would be received with Michelle's first two attempts. Then finally, with enough pressure on his body, water escaped him. The sensation was dizzying to say the least, being on his back the way he currently was.

Poor eyesight didn't keep him from looking directly up and recognizing Michelle's face. The pain started to subside now that he was drying off. Realized just how thankful he was and wanted to return the favor. There was another mother he'd been inching towards, but stopped.

[color=gray]Michelle's kindness to Wormy, paid it's way forward. [/color]

A fruity scent surrounded the worm again, once his breathing stabilized. The worm was alive, and would be alright in due time. "...Mommy...." Came a tiny sigh of relief.

For now, perhaps Michelle was safe...