You're a normal 13 year old teen who likes to roleplay as a World War 2 soldier, life is pretty normal since you live with your uncle who is a war veteran and you like life the way it is. Ever since you lived you faced hatred and insults from other...
Holding my canteen in my hands I take my last bites and clean up. Taking my canteen and washing everything else in the creek was easy to do. The time to continue my imagination has come.
Moving through the jungle I look suspiciously at the floor, closely watching for boobytraps. I dash from tree to tree in an attempt to avoid Vietcong snipers who might be lurking nearby. Looking around I move swiftly when suddenly a Vietcong soldier hits me in the back with his rifle stock (all in his imagination), I fall to the ground as he tries to point the barrel of his gun towards my face. With swift movement I land a kick to his stomach and draw my M1911 (USP) and land a well-aimed shot this heart. "Shot might have attracted more of em."
-not in imagination-
As I pretend to walk away from the body, a bright yellow light illuminated from a deeper part of the forest-a place where I haven't been to yet. Fear swells up in my chest as I unsheath my bayonet, moving closer I hear light footsteps and rustling leaves. Questions race through my mind "What can this be? A lion? Foxes? A monster?" Well there is only one way to find out. I move in closer with my bayonet held in ready position, the glint of the blade reflected by the sunlight.
With the source of the sound being just a few feet away I lean against a tree, bayonet in hand. Inhaling in air I start a countdown, 1..2..3!
Emerging from the cover of my tree I whip out my USP in my left hand with my right hand clutching the steel blade. No less than 6 feet a girl who seems to be very young is on the floor- clutching her plush toy in fear.
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I speak first and break the cold silence "Friend or foe?"
She looks at me with fear in her eyes, suspicious of her I instinctively keep my pistol trained on her.
For a few odd minutes I keep my weapons drawn, seeing that she is no threat I hoist them both. She looks at me with a more relaxed expression. Examining her body (main character is not a pervert) I see 3 very unusual features, she appears to have a tail and different shaped ears. Also she looks quite attractive, it's a good thing I found her because if someone else did she might be sexually assaulted or worse. While thinking of the thought I didn't realize my expression has changed from stiff to soft. Out of nowhere, I hear a combination of cute and beautiful voice "Are you feeling alright? You seem worried." My head snaps back to the girl immediately, "You can talk!" She giggles "Of course I can." Looking down with a shy expression I utter to her, "What's your- name..?" With my heartbeat rising I look around to try and look distracted. "My name is Astarotte! What's yours?" She tells me with a smile.
My mind goes crazy, "What should I tell her! Think, think, think!" Turning my head directly at her I speak with a confident tone, "I am 2nd Lieutenant Jerald, it's very nice to meet a beautiful young lady like you today, my apologies for the cough weapons malfunction."
She looks at me with a hint of a blush, "You too! Do you want to be my friend?"
The word 'friend" echoes in my head, "Yes please! I- I mean sure. We could I guess."
I come closer and extend my hand to her, out hands touch as I help her off the ground. For a moment we look away from each other to hide our expressions.
Returning our gazes to each other we exchange happy expressions. She might just be my first friend!
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