Faggots' Days with Monster Gurls

A man walked alone, on his way back home from work. His joints were sore from all the lifting he has done, he cursed himself for being an idiot. He should’ve done the proper lifting techniques, and if he had then he wouldn’t have spent half the night at work recovering from hard labour and worn joints.

He knew how to do the proper lifting techniques, it’s just that when he does it at work it felt too slow and inefficient. Doing things his way, a way that felt more natural that flowed smoother than the robotic movements he was taught. It just didn’t feel right to him, despite knowing that if he did do the proper, safer movements then he wouldn’t spend all day feeling sore and sick from working.

He would need to check on a doctor, see if he’s getting arthritis or maybe it’s just him being sore. He’s not too sure sometimes, as on occasion his fingers, shoulders, knees, neck and lower back would get stiff and uncomfortable. There would be a light flare, a warmth coming from the joints of his fingers. It wasn’t pleasant, as the warmth meant his fingers would become stiff as there joints would getty slightly puffy.

This whole ordeal made him feel pathetic, as there were older men and women who worked faster, harder and longer than he does, and yet they have no problems at all. It was all because they followed and performed the proper lifting techniques when moving boxes of products.

It annoyed him to no end, as his fellow co-workers who were ‘veterans’ of product stocking teased him whenever they were on break, as he usually did stretches to ease his aching body.

Still, it was better than working retail. He really didn’t want to work while there were customers freely moving around the store. He would be of no help to the customers if they asked him a question of a location of specific item. He was a stocker, all he did was placed the product in it’s proper spot on the shelves. He didn’t bother to remember where things went, he usually let his muscle memory do the work as he tried to not fall asleep throughout his six hour shift.

He made a turn into a nicely lit road, small evergreen trees lined the sidewalks neatly. Their christmas lights were placed within their branches, and they were lit, He would’ve felt some amount of holiday joy yet it wasn’t the season of Christmas. It wasn’t even December, nor November. It was mid October, the second best month of all the year. One of his and some of his friends’ favourite time of the year, for him it’s because once Halloween was over the store he worked at had a Halloween dinner party, with food provided by the company which was made from a nearby Hotel that run their own restaurant. Those guys really made some great food, although their sandwiches could use some work - not enough salt.

He sighed to himself, feeling the cold air enter him as he breathed back in. He wasn’t much of a winter type of person, but he did enjoy the mild chill before winter arrived for real. Snow has fallen early this year, which was quite odd. He can never recall snow falling till mid November, then once it came it came heavy. Covering the city in three to five deep snow overnight, making a nightmare for everyone who has to go to work. Although the kids and teens would be able to appreciate it, as they would get a snow day till the shovelled all the roads and sidewalks for the kids, and school buses,

He enjoyed his walk, it was peaceful and the chilled air and soft crunch of snow took his mind off his sore body.

It was relaxing.

It didn’t take long for him to make it to his road, where he lived at. He could spot the apartment complex, the aged concrete building was old, some say it was half as old as this city, which is pretty old considering this city was established 100 or so years ago.

He absentmindedly crossed the street as there were no traffic in this time of day, and made his way towards the five storied apartment complex.

Then he saw something, laying on the ground next to some bushes.

He wouldn’t have been able to spot it if it wasn’t for the christmas lights illuminating the area.

He knew it wasn’t just something, it has a form much like a person.

He swiftly, but cautiously walked over to the laying form. He allowed his runners to crunch as loud as they could in the snow covered sidewalk, hoping that whoever laid on the cold ground could hear him, and would react to the approaching individual. He didn’t mean to think of it, it just came across his mind, but a passed out drunkard came to his mind as he made his audible approach. It wasn’t kind to sneak up on anyone, especially if it could be someone who had too much to drink tonight. Didn’t want to spook the person, could make things quite messy.

As he made his way to the person who was getting covered in snow, he could make out the boots and clothing the person wore. They were of feminine design.

He was worried, the woman didn’t make a move when he walked up to her. Even a drunkard would’ve stirred on his noisy approach, yet she hadn’t. She might be passed out, cold temperature and alcohol wasn’t a healthy mix. It was pointless to call out the woman, she was unconsciousness. He quickened his pace, making his way to the woman in but a few moments.

As he approached he noticed a few weird things about her. She was dressed in fine, brown and black dress with a matching hat, red scarf and some other, antiquated victorian era style clothes. Her skin was almost pure white, like she frozen or something and her body seemed weirdly positioned like a doll with the limbs all over the place. He was worried he’d just found a dead cosplayer or something but noticed the odd woman was breathing as he approached. Kneeling into the snow and dead leaves of the ground, he tried to wake up the stranger.

“Um...Hey, you okay? Can ya hear me?” He asked, shaking the woman softly and trying to rouse her from her sleep. He began to worry she was dead or something until he noticed she was moving.

“Oh, welcome Good Hunter, I don’t believe we’ve met...Is...Is this a part of the Dream?” The pale woman greeted with a seemingly rehearsed line before looking around in what seemed like vague disinterest.

“Huh? I’m not a hunter, and uh, I just woke you up so you’re not dreaming anymore.” The confused man replied, baffled at her weird speech and expression. In response, the woman slowly stood upright, dusted herself off and daintily curtsied with the same blank expression.

“If you’re not a Hunter, then how are you in the Hunter’s Dream?” The peculiar woman questioned, a small hint of confusion breaking through her unfeeling visage.

“I have no idea what you’re on about...You drunk or something? Want me to call a cab?” The tired, confused and weirded out guy asked as he looked around for someone who might’ve known her.

“No, I’m not inebriated. I simply need to find somewhere to think, if this isn’t the Dream, and this does not look like Yarnham, then I have much to reflect upon…” She simply said, her voice wavering between composed calmness and uncertain fear. “May I accompany you? I assume this building here is your domicile?” She guessed, looking at the exhausted and sore man who in response merely shrugged.

“As long as you don’t murder me, sure why not. Name’s Tux by the way.” Tux said, the fear of death long since passed, as he began walking towards the doors to the old apartment complex.

“Greetings, Hunter Tux, I’m simply called ‘The Doll’.” She introduced as she slowly followed Tux to the doors, her odd way of talking and titles once more unnerving and annoying him. He began to argue that he wasn’t a Hunter but felt too tired to care. Stepping into the spacious, stained ground floor of his apartment he shuffled over to the elevator and waited silently for it to arrive. After a brief ascension, causing The Doll to marvel at the simple, grimy box, before walking out into a small hallway and walking up to his door with the peculiar woman in tow.

“And we’re in. make yourself at home.” Tux insisted as he finally unlocked and pushed open the jammed door to the small apartment. The living room was cluttered with knick knacks and assorted rubbish littering the room, the tiny kitchen was serviceable but cramped and the hallway leading to the bedrooms and bathroom was mostly barren.

“Hey watch out for the-” He began warning her of the step down from the doorway, but it was too late as the weird woman stumbled and crashed into him. The two collapsed to the floor, her silent and him crying out in alarm.

“Ow...Ow that sucked...Hey, you dropped your…” The sore and now bruised homeowner wailed as he rubbed his back before noticing the object in front of him; as he picked it up he almost had a heart attack when he realised it was her leg. It was alabaster and decorated with a simple stocking and old shoe but looked so real from a distance that up close it was downright jarring noticing the minute cracks in the facade, some of which were literal cracks as the solid, smooth porcelain had been damaged over time. As he looked back at her, he screamed out in shock and fear when he saw her reattach her right arm, pop in one of her white eyes and, once noticing him clutching her leg and screaming, moved to retrieve it and calm him.

“Please, don’t be afraid, I mean you no harm. I understand it must be frightening seeing something like this but don’t worry, I don’t feel pain.” She tried to ease him with a soft, almost motherly smile though failed while reattaching her leg and testing the joints. As she stood up, she reached down and offered Tux a hand.

“W-What the hell are you?!” Tux yelled out, horrified at what he had assumed was a Human rebuilding herself.

“As I said earlier, Good Hunter, I’m referred to as The Doll by others and it fits. As you can clearly see, I’m an animated doll made of porcelain. I’m sorry I didn’t inform you sooner, had I known such a revelation would have alarmed you I would’ve told you sooner.” The Doll answered as she continued to offer a hand, moving so slightly it was almost like she were a statue. Timidly, he accepted her hand and got back onto his shaky feet.

“Can you, you know, feel and think and all that stuff?” He questioned rather insensitively, unsure if this was some kind of super A.I dressed as a victorian era woman or something.

“Of course. I was built with the intend to aid and look after Hunters, such as yourself, as they battled the beasts of Yarnham...Though now that I seemed to be severed from the Hunter’s Dream I must wonder what I shall do now…” The Doll pondered with a thoughtful expression.

“You know, I’m not a Hun-”

“Good Hunter, I know it is rude of me to impose but would you allow me to reside here and in exchange I can help you strengthen your powers through the blood of the beasts you slay?” The Doll requested, expression blank but tone somewhat more desperate sounding and pleading than usual.

“I guess not…” Tux sighed, figuring it was impossible to convince her he wasn’t a hunter, causing her to grin.

“Thank you Kind Hunter…” She said with a respectful bow as she began looking around her new home.

“This must truly be an ancient and forgotten site to be in such disarray.” The Doll assessed, examining the piles of discarded boxes, layers of dust, stacks of old memorabilia and the damaged furniture and grey walls.

“No, I’ve only recently rented it…” Tux responded, stepping over something that could’ve been a moldy sandwich, disheartened and slightly embarrassed by the shit show he called a home.

“How terrible, this simply won’t do.” The Doll stated with a flat tone as she began moving the piles of boxes into the corner.

“Eh, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind the mess...So, do you eat anything?” He asked, unsure if she even had organs, as he moved over to his tiny, dirty kitchen and put a frozen bowl of spaghetti in the microwave and waited for his dinner.

“No, I simply need the Insight of Hunters and the blood of monsters to perform my duties.” She answered with a small smile, freaking out Tux as he had no idea what she meant by ‘the blood of monsters’ and he was pretty sure he didn’t have any insight either.

“Well, uh, I’ll try and figure out where the hell I can buy either of that.” He said, unsure what to say. As he waited for his re cooked food in silent he watched the strange, animated doll walk around surveying the house with a dissatisfied look. The night passed with an annoying, somewhat creepy routine of her asking him questions he either couldn’t answer, like what the hell Yarnham is, her asking about the monsters he hunts, him asking her about how she’s even alive and so on and so forth will he stomached subpar food and watched reruns of some crappy sitcom.

“You know, as much as I love playing Twenty Questions with you while watching Joey fuck up I’m getting tired, got college in the morning and I can’t be late. You can have the couch if you want, blankets in the closet over there and I’ll be down the hallway if you need me. Night.” Tux informed with a yawn, pointing out the various places and turned off the TV. As he walked out of the dimly lit living room only to crash onto his bed, he tried to fall asleep; he almost did, until he felt someone standing behind him. Turning around from his groove in the bed, he saw The Doll standing over him.

“What?” He asked, agitated and tired.

“Good Hunter, I don’t require sleep; would you rather have me do something instead?” She inquired, getting a groan out of her new roommate.

“I don’t fucking know, do whatever you want…” He cursed, tired of her weird shit.

“Very well, good night Good Hunter.” She parted, a soft smile on her visage as she calmly walked out of the messy bedroom into the equally messy hallway.

“Fucking weirdo…” He muttered, already regretting letting her into his home.