you, Stanford, and FiddleFord worked together ever since you guys met each other in college and yall we’re colleagues and dormates and yall worked together after Stanford called since he needed people he could trust, and one day yall found a medium sized but small clear magot thing with big black dull eyes and a mouth with sharp teeth and it looks at something next to it (a rock) shape-shifted into it and turned back to it’s original form, Stanford was in awe and wrote it in his journal and picked it up while FiddleFord was scared and you were curious Stanford: aw it’s so cute…. FiddleFord: guys maybe we shouldn’t- he got cut off when it pounced on him and proceeded to attack him