What does he do?

John panicked as he saw the pop-up. Too many years spent reading creepypasta and suddenly being thrown into a world where those horrors could be real was too much for John’s mind to process. John turned and attempted to run away from the pop-up and the mound, only to see the same corrupt symbols around the barrier. John tried using Escape Barrier.

Ŝ̞̰ͬ̓K̰͈̞͎̯͚̲ͭ̔̀̉I̟̼̜͖̓͗L̘̯͕̹̺͌̇L̼̣̜̺̞͎̘̓̿̔̒̍̊̌ ̻̃͛̈́F͔̘A͖̞̭̞͎̰̜͛̆͛͂̑̒ͭI̹͖̭͖̱̗͛ͣL̺̝͖̞̘ͣ̒͛͐Ǔ̗̣̩̞̙ͯͣͅR͓̝̰̜̪̃͐Ě̟͍̹̱͕̋ͧ͋̃! ̹̞̬̗͖͓ͤ̃̍̚I̠̫̮̗̤ͅN̺̭͖͉̭͔͐̽Ŝ͉̩̣̩̰͆́̔ͩ̃U͉̮͇ͤ̍ͬF͍̬̑ͤ̾ͯ̈F͒̌I̻͍ͨ͛̂Č̑̆͒̉̆İ̖̹͓̓̎͂̔͆̋E͑ͧ͊̈Ṉ̔͂̓̾̊̾T͉̣̦ͥ͋̽ͩ̒ͮ̋ ̺͉̹ͤͮͣ̓ͫM̺͙̟̼͙̊̀͗͗ͦ̄ͅP͓͉̙͈͊ͪ́͒̚!͖̭̟̼͉͚͐ͮ̿̿

John didn’t dare bring up his character sheet to confirm, worried that it would show the same result as the pop-ups he had just received. So he ran, all the way until he hit the barrier’s edge. He stood up and began beating his fists on the invisible wall that separated him from reality. But it was to no avail as he was trapped inside the corrupting barrier.

He heard an earth sundering crack behind him and turned around, eyes wide with panic, his breath heaving in and out of his chest. He couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. It was like something straight out of a H.P. Lovecraft novel, indescribable because his mind couldn’t process it.

Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, a hand plunged up out of the ground. The skin was a beautiful green color, the color of new leaves in spring, and despite the panic and insanity that gripped his mind, John felt a sense of peace. The hand swiveled around and grabbed him, sheltering him from the horrors that poured through the crack of reality in the barrier.

John woke to a violent shake that thudded his head against the ground.

-10 HP

“Ow,” John said weakly as his eyes slowly opened to see Moonstone looking down at him with a worried expression on her face. “What happened?” he asked before his memories came rushing back. John’s eyes snapped open to full wideness, and he sat up, looking around the area for a sign of the corruption. But all John could see was a peaceful little hippie commune with people calmly walking back and forth.

“John, calm down,” Moonstone stated forcefully, as her grip on his shoulders tightened to an almost painful level. “We need to know what happened inside the barrier and why we can’t get in!”

As he saw that there was none of the corruption marks or unspeakable horrors falling from the sky, relief swept through him, and John began to cry. He leaned against Moonstone, who held him awkwardly as she looked up to the worried faces of her mother and father.

It took him several minutes to calm down enough to explain what he remembered. From the point where he had crossed the threshold into the barrier to the point where the green hand had reached up and grabbed him, protecting him from the chaos. Several times during the ending of his story, Moonstone looked up at her father grimly.

“John,” Moonstone said softly, “What you did was call an outsider. Outsiders are impossible to describe, and they are the enemies of everything in this universe. From what the end of your story sounds like, Gaia herself saved you and sealed the barrier. How you got in there in the first place is something that we will have to look at.” She was quiet for several moments. She looked up at her father and he nodded back at her before she continued. “John, for your safety, and for the safety of everyone here, you won’t be allowed back here until you can control your powers better. We aren’t kicking you out, and if you need us all you need to do is call, but the threat of an outsider attack is too worrisome. I will take you home now.”

John nodded, dumbfounded by what happened, and let himself be lead from the compound, as many eyes watched him. Not all of the ones watching him were from the compound though, as a **** of crows took silent flight and followed behind the two as John and Moonstone walked back to the bus route.

Moonstone left John at the bus stop to return to her home, while John simply sat there, contemplating what had happened. It certainly hadn’t been his intention to summon an outsider invasion, he was only trying to find out what that strange hill had been inside the barrier. Sullen and down trodden, John got on the bus without having noticed the rather large **** of crows following him.

He got back into his neighborhood without incident, even managed to make it into his house before he found in an unusually placed barrier. With a sigh John looked at his character sheet to see if he had enough mana to escape, but no, he was stuck for the time being. John sat down on a melted looking chair to begin meditating. After a minute of actual regeneration he was interrupted by a cough. Startled, John looked up, his dagger appeared in his hand to protect himself.

Mrs. Wentworth was sitting in a chair across from him, her legs pressed together to prevent John from peeking up her rather revealing skirt. She smiled at him while she leaned back slightly, pressing her breasts forwards slightly to increase her bust size. John, due to his high libido, couldn’t help but get an erection that tented his pants with its new size.

“I wanted to apologize for trapping you in that barrier with the Brighton,” Mrs. Wentworth stated with a soft teasing smile, “It was meant only to test how strong she and her resolve are. But I am glad that I got to meet you.” She stood up and, well the best way to describe it would be, slunk over to John, and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts into his back. “I am so glad that you are safe,” she whispered into his ear, her breath teasing along his skin, “Especially after what happened at the Fae Hill.”

John shivered and did his best to look at his teacher. He raised an eyebrow at her comment, but before he could say anything, her hand stroked down his body to caress his manhood through his pants. “Was it this big earlier today?” she asked as she squeezed her hand around his cock.