Firefly Ravine A shy yet lovable blob

The feeling of being moved without as much as moving muscle was so weird, so excitedly weird that it turned into way more. Stress, anxiety, the will to survive but hoping to die. She was inhaling pure poison anyway. Oh, please, just let it end right there and then. Living in a world where everything was dark and quiet was scary, breathing poison as she sucked on a thing that provided liquid stuff that tasted pretty darn good. It was the only good thing in this world of terror. And even that had been stripped away from her.

As she lay there, trying her best to escape, something extraordinary happened. It was the thingymedingy's weirdest part, the part where it blew and inhaled, falling down upon her one more time. The child had expected the worst, being moved again against her will, but nothing came. She was caressed, pretty softly for the thingymedingy, and she shut her tiny mouth. This she could deal with, she thought as she got shoved closer to where the scent of the thingymedingy was even stronger. She didn't try to get away, not even when it began vibrating the space she was in got smaller. She made herself as comfortable as possible, snuggling up against what was later to be known as a neck, and made a satisfied last sound. And there, she lay as still as she could to maybe fall asleep later- her other dimension that consisted of only darkness and fear.