/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>1912711
It's 8am. I may work on a retooled version tomorrow, I was working on it on and off all night.

Monsters.

Something of myth. Things that dotted the edges of old maps, enemies in games, something your older brother told you lived under your bed when you had particularly annoyed him. At the end of the day, they were something that didn't exist.

At least, that was true. With the sudden tearing down of the barrier between worlds came different peoples...and occasionally, far more rarely, their less civilized inhabitants. One of said inhabitants were goblins. Essentially New York rats but bigger, humanoid, and more vindictive. You'd heard stories of them; violent little creatures. Most were content with robbing, but others...had developed a fondness for slaying people as a form of sport. As you take a harsh left down the alley, a group of green-skinned pursuers right behind you, you are absolutely horrified that the group you're currently the target of belongs to the latter. A normal night walk turned into this nightmare as they started to swarm from the storm drain, rusty blades and bent lead pipes in hand. Truly creatures of ingenuity, adapting to this world and its makeshift weaponry. The anthropologist in you is truly impressed. As you wheeze for air, you very quickly come face to face with a wall, the full extent of your physical exertion hitting you at once as you scramble. Swallowing the pain, you start to double back...only to be pinned in as the group corners you by rounding the same corner you did. Your heart pounds in your ears as you're backed into a corner, one of the green skins letting out a wheezing sort of laughter. Your eyes dart, looking at the five of them approaching you. Three with old sewer-slick knives, two with bent pipes. The alley is sparse for things you could possibly use to defend yourself, on the other hand. This is bad...

"F-Fine, fuck it, here!" You shout, tossing your wallet on to the ground before you. They could have the precious little money you possess. Anything is better than getting stabbed by whatever-the-fuck is on that knife. The group stops its advance as it regards the leather rectangle for a moment, captivated by it. The 'leader' of the group, however, merely lets out one of those awful laughs, and the rest follow, before he crudely kicks the wallet back to you. Your blood begins to freeze.
"NOT LEAVE," The larger of the group crudely spits in a gravelly accent. You weren't aware they could talk... "DIE HERE, YOU."

Despite the piss poor attempt at English, the message is clear. This was to be your end; brutalized by a group of four-foot assassins. You stumble back, hitting the brick wall as your pulse skyrockets, sweat pouring off your body from more than just the unexpected sprint. Is this really it? This is the ending God has planned for you?

"Help..." You whisper, barely audible. This can't be it! Of all things, goblins?! They're so tiny and shitty! Why fucking goblins?!

The group continues its awful hyena cackling as they close in, readying their weapons.

"HELP!!"

One of the members at the flank lifts their pipe, swinging it in your direction. You close your eyes, waiting for impact...but it doesn't come. Cracking one eye, you try to ascertain the reason for the delay. The goblins, no longer focused on you, instead stare on in wide eyed horror as your attacker has its weapon torn from its hands...or rather, its hands and weapon ripped from its body. The goblin screams in torment as it ineffectually swings its blood-spewing stumps, cursing in a tongue not meant for you to ever understand, before the bastard’s skull all but evaporates in a sickening crunch, a heavy mace smashing it. Shrinking into the corner, your eyes open wide. It's a woman. She swings the mace once more, this time smashing a goblin in the ribcage. Said ribs proceed to explode out the creature's back, turning it into a grotesque horrorshow porcupine. She wears a small white sweater and plaid skirt. Glasses adorn her face, accenting her murderous glint quite well. As she brings the mace up and around for another swing, you simply close your eyes and cover your head. The disgusting sounds of viscera and yells of pain from the creatures continue on for a few moments more, until the last wheezing breath and cough is silenced with a dull thud.

You sit there, slowly peeking your eyes open once more. Standing in the middle of the gore vortex stands your 'savior'...at least you hope it's your savior. Blood and brain matter drips from the heavy mace she carries, the white of her sweater stained, facing away from you. Almost on cue, the woman's head snaps back to glare at you from over your shoulder, and you quickly shrink back. However, as soon as she notices you AREN'T a goblin, her expression softens, shoulders untensing.