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I struggle to get on my knees and look around. Apparently I'm not alone. Six ratlike creatures lie around me. if I look further I can see an enourmous tail that leads to an enourmous ratbutt which seems to be stuck between an opening in the wall. Is that? Mother?

'No way.' Ah, I spoke. Judging by the gross, moist ground between us and the butt, and my fur that feels as if it was slimy before and now dry and a bit hard, yes, this is mother. Besides that, wow, I'm a rat. I guess. honestly not really sure why that's such a big of a deal, but the reaction seems apropriate. Get over it.

I inspect the rest of the room. It seems that mother locked off the only exit. Lucky for us I suppose since I don't know what's out there in the (maybe) wide world. Furthermore The room is quite big and there is a huge green fucking glowing rock hanging from the ceiling! None of the knoledge I have could've prepared me for this. No knoledge of waking up as a rat in a big dungeonlike room with a big glowing rock. Colour me confused. …show more content…

Though I'm a bit wobly from just being born it doesn't take me long to get the hang of it. As I get close to the rock I notice that there's a liquid flowing from out a hole that connects under it in a kind of dome that must've arised as time passed. Somehow, for some reason. Not like that's the important part of this situation. I draw near and as I come close to the stone I'm scared by a

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