Attakai's eyes shoot open- but he immediately wishes they hadn't. Attakai begins squirming feebly as a viscous fluid floods his vision- but even squirming was proving to be difficult.
He was in a pit of mud.
He does his best not to panic, (just like the school PSAs had said) relaxing his body, and slowly raised his hand. His arm extended for but a moment before it emerged from the pit. He felt around with his freed hand, hoping to find solid ground to grab onto, but it was to no avail.
He was losing air fast.
He needed to think -
A sudden sensation jerks him back to consciousness. Another hand had clasped onto his from above. He gripped it tightly, and he slowly began to rise.
Soon, his entire arm was out. Then, his head.
Attakai took a deep, heaving gasp as he surfaced, shaking his head wildly to get the mud out of his eyes.
Once again, Attakai found himself regretting his own actions. Cleaning the mud from his eyes had revealed the hideous form that stood before him.
Damu Burakku.
Attakai stifled a sob as the porn addict grinned back at him, and with a final pull, fully lifted Attakai from his earthen prison. Attakai collapsed onto the ground, laying haphazardly, breathing deeply.
Before he even CONSIDERED talking to Damu, Attakai needed to take in his surroundings. This didn't take long, though, as it seemed they were just in a forest- pine trees all around, the stars and night sky above the canopy. There was also a deep rumbling noise- sort of like an engine- that seemed to be coming from a huge rock to their left. Aside from that, the environment they found themselves in wasn't all that special.
With a sigh, Attakai turned to Damu. Despite the mud clogging his nostrils, Attakai could still smell his deplorable smell as clear as day. Smirking, Damu tips his fedora.
"Well well! Look who decided to show their face!" Attakai grimaced. "Now is not the time for jokes, Damu." He says, genuinely trying to get on to a conversation that wasn't utter bullshit.
"I don't know what this place is-"
"Damugrad."
"Huh."
"I named it Damugrad."
Attakai didn't want to argue with him for longer than he had to. "Sure, Damugrad. Whatever. Anyway, we should discuss how the fuck we got here, because you seem ALL too calm about this"
Damu chuckles, a speck of unidentifiable meat flying from his braces. "Well of COURSE I'm calm, young one! I'm clearly the protagonist of this isekai!"
"Oh my fucking God. You can't be serious."
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Attakai clenches his jaw. This is the first time the Happy Hugs Club President has ever wanted to shove someone in a brazen bull.
He pushes on. "How long have you been here, Damu?"
He strokes his neck beard. "Oh I'd say about five ish minutes. Dattebayo."
Attakai thinks on this for a moment. He's only been conscious and in…Damugrad…for about three minutes at most. But that didn't seem like a very pressing matter, so he moves on.
"Regardless," Attakai says, "We should try to find others. Currently, we're clueless of our situation for the most part, and we should try to gather information as fast as possible."
Damu nods, leaning against the large rock. "I agree, my friend…HOWEVER!" He points up at the sky, tipping his fadora again, hitting a VERY embarrassing pose. "My back hurts from lifting you, so we should rest here for a moment."
Attakai glares.
Damu snickers. "You might want to take it easy on the calories, buddy. You were quite the lift."
"YOU FUCKING-"
A sudden tremor catches Attakai mid-sentence, knocking him off balance. Damu reacts with even more rigor, as he topples over, landing on his fatass face.
The rock was moving.
Steadily, its true form was revealed. Unfurling from its dormant state, two large wings outstretched from its side, four serrated claws digging into the forest soil… and a long, reptilian snout protruded from the front. The beast continued to divulge itself until it was completely freed in its true, outright stance.
It was a fucking dragon.
Attakai's eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
Its head ALONE was easily the length of Attakai, and the rest of its body had to be at least 20 meters in the forefront direction.
Attakai took an ever so small step back-
The creature's nostrils flared, its tail flicking and eyes narrowing. It took a step as well.
Toward Attakai.
Being sure to not make the slightest movement, Attakai turned his gaze to Damu. Since he had fallen mere inches from the "rock", he was now directly UNDER the dragon, petrified in fear. For the time being, it seemed to have not noticed him. Attakai let out a silent sigh of relief. Maybe they could both make it out alive. He locks eyes with Damu, who immediately corrects himself, putting on a confident facade. Attakai knew Damu wasn't…the smartest…so he could only hope Damu would pick up on his facial cues.
Attakai widened his eyes, raising his eyebrows, and EVER so slightly nodded to his right, away from the dragon.
This was CLEARLY Attakai telling Damu to run.
And to Attakai's surprise, Damu caught on. Smirking, the fat bitch nodded. Attakai nodded back, and began to bob his head.
1…
2…
3!
Attakai lunged to the right- and acting almost instantly, the dragon lurched forward, hoping to catch the boy in its jaws, only for them to clamp shut on empty air, the rest of its body colliding with the ground. Attakai broke into a sprint, and Damu followed close behind.
Damu looks to Attakai, grinning. "Quite the play, for a rookie! What jutsu was that-"
A scorching blast of heat followed by a flash of bright light cut Damu's remark like warm butter as a fireball came whizzing between the two. There was a cascade of flame, followed by a devastating explosion. Attakai's head whipped back, and he saw the dragon in steady approach, mouth agape and glowing, smoke curling from its nostrils.
Another blast was incoming.
Attakai turned to Damu, swerving to the right. Their path was cut off, so they'd just have to go around.
"DAMU! FOLLOW ME!"
With previously unseen resolve, Damu nods, and turns to follow Attakai.
—--
It had been ten minutes of running. Attakai wasn't sure if he could make it any longer. The dragon was still in hot pursuit, and it had become apparent that its stamina would far outlast theirs. They were clearly finished.
Damu did not share this dispair though.
Despite his clear uncomfort and face plastered with sweat and grime, he stood steadfast. This was all just an adventure to him, but to anyone with a remotely developed brain, this was a situation you would NEVER want to find yourself in.
Wait.
Attakai, dodging to the left, narrowly avoiding another fireball, squints his eyes. The forest was thinning. They could make it. He turns to Damu-
Wait a fucking minute. Just because the forest was thinning didn't mean there would be help. For all they knew, it could just be a wide open field on the other side- in which case, they were MORE cooked.
"Why the fuck are you just staring at me."
Attakai hadn't realized he was locked in a passionate, rather sexual stare-off with Damu.
"Oh- uh, nothing."
Damu narrowed his eyes, but seemed to decide he didn't care. The end of the forest was approaching. Attakai braced himself. Whatever lied on the other side decided their fate.
With one final stride, they emerged.
Dear God it was a village.
It was small, no bigger than a few blocks, it had a few civilians milling about, but seemed to have little to no technology present. That didn't matter though. They had cover now. Attakai grabbed Damu by the collar of his hoodie, and dove behind a house, right as the great drake broke through the last line of foliage.
It let out a great bellow, shaking the air. The civilians immediately began to panic, rushing to safety.
The dragon did NOT allow them to arrive at said safety.
It lept into the air, landing in the town square with a deafening thud. Before it, sprawled on the ground and completely unprotected, was an old woman and her grandchildren.
The dragon lowered its head, taking in a deep waft…before with unreal swiftness, clamping the woman shut in its jaws- a spray of blood painting the streets below a sickening red.
Attakai stared in horror, his face flushing a pale white. They had done this. They had taken the dragon here. Damu seemed ecstatic as he looked over at Attakai.
"Now's our chance, Atta!"
"Don't you fucking call me that-"
"We can take down this dragon! We can become heroes!"
As these words exit Damu's mouth, a group of toddlers are set aflame. Attakai stares back at the boy, bewildered.
They were fucked.
"You brought this dragon here, correct?"
Attakai snaps back to attention. Who had said that? He turned to look behind him, and another figure stood there. She looked almost unreal. She was a tall woman with long, lustrous silver hair and perfect, glowing white skin. She wore a short cropped white dress shirt with leather straps banded across both horizontally and vertically, with black cargo pants, finished off by what seemed to be fucking Doc Martins. At her side was a deadly, white katana.
Attakai wasn't sure how to respond, but ultimately decided he should just tell the truth.
"Yes-"
"MY QUEEN!!!"
Damu practically threw himself at the woman, arms outstretched to grasp her breasts. She easily sidesteps, kicking him to the side, before turning her attention back to Attakai.
"We'll talk later." She says.
Attakai nods, as she proceeds toward the dragon. It had continued it's rampage for the last however long it had been, and showed no signs of stopping.
The woman stopped as she arrived directly behind it, unsheathing her stunning, shining katana, before continuing to walk. She walked and walked as its attention was turned, until she was right in front of it. Its head snapped toward her as it finally noticed her presence…but it was already too late.
Its head was already off its shoulders.