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Night of the Craftsrodent (Preview)
🕑 Added 2022-10-09 18:50:15 +0000 UTCShe opened a cabinet drawer and pulled out her toothbrush and toothbrush. Better not risk anything. Time to call it now. It was still 8pm, but night had long fallen. The moon was probably shining really bright in the clear night skies.
No unnecessary risks. She squirted some paste onto her brush and splashed it with water, humming pleasantly. Just call it for now. Get some sleep and just get the day over with.
Ellie brushed her teeth gently, relaxing further. Tonight went well. This is what I need to do next time. Just all of this and everything will be fine. No more waking up and finding new furniture or tools lying around. Next time, I’ll-
“Enough sports talk, let’s get moving for our lovely listeners here. We start as always: a thank you to our sponsor for this episode! Give it up for Lumber Land!”
Twitch. She froze. Her pupils dilated. Ah…
Her teeth numbed, in particular her top two front ones. She knew why. She could see it before her eyes. The two teeth widened and thickened, her jaws expanding a tad to fit them. They slowly grew and grew, strengthening the whole while. Eventually, they were several inches longer, easily popping out her mouth like a rodent’s.
Oh.
“For all your lumber, timber, and just plain crafty needs, come on down to Lumber Land today! They’re open most hours of the day, so-”
Twitch. Ellie’s eyes narrowed in on her nose. At its tip, a splotch of black. A splotch of black that rolled over every inch of her sniffer. Tip, nostrils, nasal cavities, and bridge, all black and bumpy. Then, the nose expanded, ballooning out at the tip, sucking its nostrils closer. It protruded away from her face, forming an animal snout.
“Ah nuts!” She groaned, drooping her toothbrush. She reached up and poked at her teeth. Real and hard. She poked and rubbed her nose. Real and soft.
Her face pushed back at her intrusive, touchy hand. Her face creaked forward, popping or cracking as it shifted. Brown fuzz erupted out around her nose, spreading quickly across her cheeks and jaws. Her mug only moved a few inches out, but now, she had a sporty muzzle.
