Bo hauls at the classroom door as wet earth crawls over the threshold. Behind him, the floorboards burst apart in sawdust and black soil.
A pale hand, too long for any man, claws up from the crawlspace and clamps around a classmate’s ankle. The boy shrieks and kicks uselessly.
The feral boy stops dead. He turns his shaggy head toward the hole below the desks, ears pricked like an animal hearing its master.
Master Rüdiger
No, no, keep back from it! Bo, the door, shut the door!
The Warden Below
Quiet. The floor is listening.
A new man rises into view from a broken gap between the boards, coat dusted with mold and chalk. He is thin, grave-faced, and calm in the wrong way.
The Warden Below
If you mean to live, child, do not let the thing under the classroom pull him down.
✓ Quest Accepted
Close the classroom door
“Bo feet start growing into huge primitive feet making it harder for him to walk like boy?”
YES (VeryLikely, rolled 50)
Bo Flint
My toes are splitting the leather of my school shoes, and the skin is thickening into something coarse and grey.
Bo looks down to see his feet swelling rapidly, the bones cracking and expanding until they burst through the sides of his uniform shoes, leaving him barefoot and struggling to maintain his balance on the uneven floor.
“Bo’s forehead starts to push out over his eyes and he grows a unibrow?”
YES (VeryLikely, rolled 32)
Bo Flint
My brow is heavy, pressing down like a lead weight as the bone beneath my skin shifts and thickens.
Bo reaches up to touch his face, feeling the ridge of his forehead protruding outward while coarse, dark hair sprouts rapidly across the bridge of his nose.
“Bo can’t stand up now he has to use his knuckles to walk and his forehead is push over his eyes and he has a unibrow and has huge feet?”
YES (VeryLikely, rolled 50)
Bo Flint
My center of gravity is shifting, and my knuckles are already scraping the floorboards as I try to steady myself.
Bo looks down to see his feet have expanded into massive, calloused pads that splay across the wood, forcing his posture into a hunched, quadrupedal stance.
“Bo’s uniform is in pieces now making him half nude?”
YES (VeryLikely, rolled 48)
The fabric of Bo's uniform gives way with a sharp, dry tear as his frame expands, leaving the shirt hanging in shredded ribbons across his chest and shoulders. He is exposed to the stale, heavy air of the classroom, his skin now coarse and marked by the rapid, unnatural growth.
Bo Flint
My clothes are falling apart, and I am barely covered anymore.