"I smell a lazy aura; at your age, you should never leave work before six in the morning!"
With the murmuring of the Pressure Shroom, in the West District of Frank Plaza, a circular area about twenty meters in diameter suddenly sank by a dozen centimeters.
Located in the sinking area, employees leaving Second Avenue after work were abruptly pinned to the ground by the immense pressure, some even having their legs broken.
After a brief silence, screams erupted in the plaza, as those still there frantically fled in all directions.
The incredible pressure kept descending on the same area, quickly crushing both the trapped employees and the ground beneath them.
The body of the Pressure Shroom slowly rose from the giant hole.
Its root system, filled with small mouths, devoured the employees who were crushed into blood plasma, the nutrients from the flesh making it grow even more robust.
