Faggots' Days with Monster Gurls

Today is gonna be a bore, thought the man, who had just woken up from an hour slumber. It would’ve been longer if only he wasn’t so distracted with scouring the boards for any leaks for the newest Star Trek television series, that had been announced quite a while ago.

The young lad, somewhere in his early 20’s opened his eyes, and looked over to his digital alarm clock. It was 4:34 in the morning, a little too early for him. Normally he would’ve woken up to his alarm violently assaulting his ears, destroying whatever dream he was having of his Star Trek waifu; Captain Janeway. She may not have been his favourite Captain as that was reserved for Kirk, but she was a great Captain no less and a woman to boot. A female Captain was all he really needed.

Still, he had woken up quite early, and oddly enough he didn’t feel too tired. In fact he felt rather well rested actually. It’s as though he slept for a good 10 hours rather than that 8 hour bullshit. What kind of sane person sleeps only for 8 hours? That’s suicidal. The man feeling well rested pushed his thin blanket off of him, letting the warm air escape into the air. Feeling the chilled air jolted the mind into awareness, his gaze went to the lone winter in the opposite side of his bedroom.

Winter has arrived.

Neat.

His friends from up north would love to wake up to the snow, especially Pat. She’s probably celebrating Christmas already despite it still October.

The man, who has a name but will be called Red, had rolled off of bed and warmed the air, by letting out some gas. He gave a slight smirk, recognizing the smell of the veggie burger in the air.

Walking out of his room and right into the living room/kitchen he made his way to the fridge. Once opening it, he noticed that he forgot to go shopping last night. It’s all empty, his glorious fridge that’s a mini. Yes, his poor ass could only afford himself a mini fridge, his mom said she could buy him some things for his apartment, but he didn’t want to feel like a child. So he manned up, and sold some of his Star Trek collectibles for a fridge, that’s a mini.

So, he’s in a dilemma. He’s hungry, and he has no food.

Well, he has food, but he doesn’t want to eat canned spaghetti for breakfast.

The decision was made almost immediately, he wants to eat Captain Crunch for breakfast. This time, with milk since he’s been saving up an entire week to afford the luxury item.

Red had just exited the gas station with his goods in hand, all kept safely in cheap plastic bags that stop blood flow and handles breaking easily. It was currently 4:46, it didn’t take very long to walk to the closest place where he can purchase his breakfast. Since the time was mentioned twice already, might as well say that it’s October 13. Not too long before Christmas/Halloween officially starts.

He didn’t really celebrate the holiday anymore, as spending time on holidays usually require money and friends. He had friends, but not enough money to go out and have fun for a few hours. He’ll probably spend this year’s Halloween looking for new pictures of women in Janeway costumes.

Feeling adventurous this morning Red has chose to walk through the alleyway, a short cut to his apartment. He usually never walks through this place as it’s very dark most of the time, even then shady looking people likes to hang around these parts. As the buildings that create the alleyway are filled with crackheads and gangers, who would have no issue dealing with him.

But they’re most likely asleep, so he can freely walk through the alley-OHGODWHY!

Red didn’t pay attention to his surroundings all too well, as it’s pretty dark. So it’s more or less that he could’ve than wouldn’t. Still, he didn’t pay attention to the ground. He had trip, and landed on the cold surface and cried to himself. He landed on the milk, and the carton exploded. He did something far worse than accidentally spilling a cup of milk, he crushed the milk to death.

Red gave a mental salute to the milk, and let out of a scream into the dark sky. He also had lost something more than milk this day, for he had also wasted his savings. The milk money was spilt all over the snow covered asphalt.

He angrily looked over to his feet, wanting to know what has caused him to fall over. His eyes widened ever so slightly, for he sees a long bar that leads up to a wicked looking blade. He had accidentally tripped over a pole of a dangerous item. He thanked god that this accident wasn’t fatal, as it very much could’ve been.

He got up from the snow, and with trepidation he moved over to the weapon. He was being cautious, trying not to make as much noise as possible. He didn’t want to wake up any nearby hobos, or, try not to wake them up any further than he already did.

Once he made it over to the weapon, he gave it a good look over. It didn’t look very practical, with how much material was put into the blade. It was quite thick, and too large for it to be used effectively. It looked more decorative than anything else, as the design didn’t look to comfortable to hold onto. Then there’s the size of the handle, the pole’s length was waaay too long. This looked as though it was made to be used by a Giant from one of his fantasy books, which were written by R. A. Salvatore.

The blade was reflecting the moon’s light, it seemed to as though it was shimmering. He would’ve thought it was magical, except that he’s a man of science and logic rather than sorcery.

He then reached out to it, and grabbed a hold of it.

He nearly broke his back trying to lift the damn thing. Like, holy shit was it heavy! It must’ve weighed a ton or two. A forklift was needed to carry this hunk of metal.

Back feeling sore, Red then proceeded to do some stretches to relieve the aches. Red was going for another go around of twisting on the wait, to bring satisfying cracks to his back. But his eyes has spotted something, that something was an extremely large hand which was twitching. The rest of the body must’ve been hidden away in the shadows. Red was still for a moment, waited to see if the person would move, and reached for his mobile device.

He quickly and quietly put on the flashlight app, and casted the vision cone to the hand, and worked his way up.

Red almost let out a surprised yelp, his hand was shaking. The person didn’t have an extremely large hand, but was instead the hand of a giant! A giant that was covered in fur. Could’ve been worse, the Giant could’ve been naked and butt ugly. Instead it looked quite nice to look at, with the white fur blending into the snow, and the long hair on the head was splayed all over the place - covering the face as it lay to the side.

He could spot what looks to be small - well small in comparison to the body - horns jutted out to the side of the forehead, and were curving to the back slightly. They had a slightly purple tinge to them, the only real colour to the Giant.

Like, holy shit what if this was the yeti?

Well, he would be totally screwed if that was the case, but it’s probably not. The more he investigated the more he noticed that the fur was more of a coat, with the arms and legs totally exposed. It’s probably just a cosplayer that had one too many drinks tonight. Well, he hopes that;s that case anyways. Normally the(clawed) feat would’ve been shivering along with the hands, but it seems that despite all logic in evolution the giant of a person seems to not be affected by the winter chill. Human skin and body fat alone will not prevent you from shivering, once the cold has taken to you. That’s why we wear clothes, other than that we live in a society that frowns upon nudists…

Giant or not, his moral compass guides him. He needs to check on the person, to see if they’re okay. There may not have been any visual cues that this person is freezing, but that doesn’t mean he’s fine. The person has been laying on snow covered asphalt for who knows how long, must’ve lost a lot heat to convection and conduction.

Quickly making his way over to the giant of a person, he checked on the outreached hand. He was surprised that despite it being mostly covered in snow it was warm if only a little. He didn’t spend much time dwelling on it, just glad to know that this person isn’t freezing. Now to check on the most important bit, the artery. Red let out a sigh of relief, there was a pulse.

He probably should’ve checked on the face, to see if there was any blockage or anything preventing the person from breathing. But he wasn’t an expert in first aid, didn’t want to accidentally hurt the person.

He instead chose to call 911, that was the most logical course of action to take.

What Red hasn’t noticed is that the person’s breathing has evened out, and awareness was brought to the figure laid on the cold ground.