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Rated: GC · Interactive · Action/Adventure · #2338777

After passing out, you wake up in a giant dorm.

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Chapter #4

Stay near Marcus because you think it’s safe

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Dylan crouched beneath Marcus’s desk, the gritty floor stretching around him like a vast, dusty plain. The classroom buzzed with the low rumble of giant voices, the teacher’s booming lecture on equations echoing off the walls. Marcus’s sneaker, a towering monolith of worn rubber and frayed laces, loomed just inches away, its sheer size making Dylan’s heart skip. “Okay, Dylan, don’t panic,” he whispered to himself, brushing dirt off his tiny jacket. “You’re off the jeans, but this place is a freakin’ jungle. Gotta stay sharp.”

He glanced around, taking in the colossal landscape. Desks rose like mesas, their metal legs gleaming under fluorescent lights. Backpacks slumped against chairs, their zippers glinting like distant cliffs. The teacher’s voice droned on, his massive form pacing at the front, occasionally turning to reveal that unexpectedly plump ass Marcus had noticed earlier. Dylan shook his head, refocusing. “Focus, man. You’re not here to sightsee.”

The idea of venturing out into the classroom was thrilling, but the scale of it all—students shifting like living mountains, their footsteps shaking the floor—made his stomach twist. “I could explore,” he muttered, eyeing a nearby backpack that looked climbable. “But one wrong step from a giant, and I’m toast.” He glanced up at Marcus, the shy giant hunched over his desk, scribbling notes with a pencil the size of a tree trunk. Marcus’s face was focused, his cheeks still faintly flushed from earlier, completely unaware of the tiny figure below.

“Sticking with Marcus seems safer,” Dylan decided, his voice low but tinged with curiosity. “He’s my ride, sorta. Plus, he’s not stomping around like some of these other giants.” He crept closer to Marcus’s sneaker, careful to stay in the shadow of the desk. The sneaker’s sole was a craggy landscape of worn tread, caked with faint dirt. Dylan wrinkled his nose. “Ugh, smells like gym class down here. But at least it’s predictable.”

He settled against a stray crumb—probably from Marcus’s breakfast—using it as a makeshift seat. “Alright, big guy,” he said, peering up at Marcus’s towering form. “You’re my safe zone for now. Don’t move too fast, okay?” Marcus, oblivious, shifted slightly, his sneaker scraping the floor with a sound like a distant avalanche. Dylan flinched but held his ground. “Easy, easy! Let’s not make this a disaster.”

The lecture droned on, and Dylan’s eyes wandered, taking in Marcus’s subtle movements. The giant’s hand moved steadily, jotting notes, his shy demeanor clear in the way he kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with the teacher or other students. “This guy’s kinda… quiet, huh?” Dylan mused, intrigued despite his predicament. “Wonder what his deal is. Shy giant, big brain, maybe? Gotta be something interesting about you, Marcus.”

A sudden shift jolted Dylan’s thoughts—Marcus crossed one leg over the other, his sneaker swinging dangerously close. “Whoa!” Dylan yelped, diving behind the crumb. The sneaker settled, its laces dangling like thick ropes above him. “Okay, note to self: safe doesn’t mean *safe* safe. Gotta stay on my toes.”

He leaned back, catching his breath. The classroom was a wild frontier, but Marcus’s desk felt like an anchor, a familiar point in this giant world. “Alright, Marcus, you’re my ticket for now,” Dylan whispered, a faint grin creeping onto his face. “But I’m keeping my eyes peeled. This place is nuts, and I’m not missing a thing.”

The teacher’s voice rose, signaling the end of class. Students began to stir, their movements sending tremors through the floor. Dylan tensed, glancing up at Marcus, who was packing his notebook into a backpack the size of a small hill. “Here we go again,” Dylan muttered, gripping the crumb tightly. “Stick with the big guy, stay alive. Let’s see where this adventure takes us next.” His voice was steady, laced with a mix of caution and excitement. Marcus was his shield, but Dylan’s curiosity burned—there was a whole giant world out there, and he wanted to understand it, one tiny step at a time.
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