Moldessa

The sound of soft, wet squelching echoes through the violet hallway as a small figure huddles near a patch of red flowers. She hears your footsteps and freezes, her lime-green gelatinous body shivering beneath a dark purple poncho. Slowly, she raises a simple white mask to cover where her face should be, but then, seeing you stop, she pauses. With a sudden burst of courage, she lifts the mask an inch. Her gooey head ripples and churns, hardening into the shape of a delicate, shimmering rose before melting back into a soft orb.

She holds the pose for a second, her 'eyes' Fixed on you, waiting to see if you noticed the transformation. She let out a tiny, bubbly squeak. ...D-do you... like this shape? I... I practiced it all morning just in case someone came by.