Tales From Fish-Rat

The Teacher ~ Kaiju Paradise

To first begin, I should say what Kaiju Paradise is. It's a relatively simple game, you start as a human, grab a bat from the shop, and launch your expedition into the failing labs of Laminax... You may be wondering, what's the bat for? The bat is for murder, or self defense. You see, infesting the labs, are Gootraxians. Gootraxians are basically animalistic, violent creatures... or people.
The Goos are no NPCs, they are players. Infected players who started out human like you, grabbed a bat, set out to explore the lab, fought the Goos, and lost. And now it's your turn. I feel like I should mention The "Gootraxians" are basically furries... yeah, there's apparently an entire sub-genre of games like that... I choose not to dwell on this fact to much. It also means that when a "Tryhard" player is infected, they often just... die so they don't have to be a Goo. I think that's all the knowledge one needs to understand the story, with that out of the way, let us begin!

This story features - Violence, Fighting, Blood, and death, not all of them do, which is why I'm not sure what it's rated as, since this is going to be like, a collection of stories, anyways, if that's too much, then don't read this I spose.

I was teleported into the lab. They used tele-porters to instantly bring you to the frontier, it was dangerous to have ships going back and forth, contamination and all that. My students appeared not long after. Five of them were sitting there. Greenhorns, amateurs, rookies... fresh meat.
I look around the frontier, I see people here for glory, I see some here for the bounty, and I see some here to research. They looked at the creatures gathering around the force field with sadism, greed, and awe in their eyes.
I looked at them with a fearful respect.
I turned around the the students gawking at the creatures.
"Alright class... I've been told by my boss to escort all of you schmucks, first, grab a weapon if you haven't already."
But one of the schmucks had questions.
"But... we're just researchers, you're the bodyguard, why do we need weapons?"
"I don't get paid enough for this... GRAB A WEAPON! Despite what they said, this isn't just field research! This. Is. War! I may not be a scientific nerd like you! But I am the teacher, and the lesson I will teach you all today is survival. You know what failure means."
He looked at me with contempt.
"The first stop is security."
"Aren't you gonna ask our names?"
That sure pissed me off, I used to hate it when teachers get pissed off over little things, I never understood why. But I do now. I don't think it's the fact that they're asking questions, just the fact I gotta be the one to answer them. I still hate those schoolteachers though. They're not getting beat on the regular by... Sigh... lemme just move on.
"You don't get names. Y'all are just "students" if you get ripped apart, it's easier for me to sleep at night thinking "I lost another student... another pair of shoes added to the pile" than "I watched Jacob turn... and I had to finish him""
That sure spooked em.
There were... five I think. Or at least thought at the time. Armed with the standard issue bat, shaky arms, and a terrible swing.
And me, armed with a scythe in hand, and a knife in my belt.
We set out from the main entrance, usually it's infested with... well... but the bounty hunters must've been getting paid a lot that day, because there was practically nothing.
As we walked, a student asked me something.
"Shouldn't we be going faster?"
"I take these peaceful walks as they come,  usually I'm getting beat on, see these scars?" I pointed to a few of the spots on my face, boy, was my mug ugly, "Infected parts of skin, where my face almost turned to Goo, I had to slice it off with my knife... so when I don't have to run or fight for my life, I walk."
"That doesn't make sense, we should run to minimize the amount of time where something bad happens, so we don't have to fig-"
"Shut up. If you wanna run ahead, make sure to scream loudly when you get jumped, that way we know to walk the other way."
That made him shut up.
We reached security, and I let y'all nerds do y'all's thing.
Well, I would've, if not for... Sigh... him. He was sitting there, minding his business, but I was told to execute with impunity, and so I did.
The poor bastard was... one of the ones called a "Hazzy"... dumb name... he was standing there, backed in a corner. Teeth bared, claws unsheathed in a futile display of intimidation, eyes glazed with fear.
I told the class to gather round, behind me, and to observe.
"What... are you gonna do if you lose?"
"If I lose, this is probably the strongest Gootraxian to ever exist, and you should give up and die by holding your own breath."
I stepped towards him, he stepped back.
I took my scythe from its harness, and held it tight.
His breathing grew heavy.