My Parasite Skill System

Everyone had heard the appearing goblin as it screeched angrily.

They were just flowing through it all, at first. Through their battle. They could do that, and so they would. Fighting them off wouldn't require much of anything once they were into it.

The wolves weren't that much. Being all fighting all these puny saber wolves, they were just flowing through it.

Everyone's sets of ears could just be shut down as they were concentrated on one point only: that which of dealing with the wolves.

Now, though–everyone had heard it–there was no mistaking it.

"Screech!"

And then came these rustling frictions.

There were many bushes and thick trees around. Mostly though, the place they'd chosen to deal with the wolves was clear enough of your regular hindering obstacles out in the woods.

One bush moved about. It was as if it shuddered. It shook itself. Then it was emptied. Goblin had moved off of it.

And now, someone could also ask: what is today's theme, by the way?

And someone could then reply: yeah, spot-on, today's theme's about shuddering, you guessed it right.

Yes, it was! It was right now's theme.

Shuddering!

After that one bush shuddered–a goblin went flying in the air, armed with his pointy lance, armored with his linen cloth–about seven other bushes shuddered!

All at once. They did that. The distance in time between the first shudder to the many seconds was naught.

These bushes shuddered–other armed goblins were up and about, going all 'screech you this!' and 'screech you that!'; their little ugly heads and noses mechanically twitching as they went–and then that wasn't it still.

The Party may have had the time to notice something was up within that super short timespan–heck, a good handful of goblins?–we're kind of screwed, but only a little; we still good … maybe–

But it wasn't all.

After the bushes, trees and branches rustled, shuddering for what was to come, too.

Other goblins were up in the air, at this time.

And only then did the human party shuddered, too.

Well, and that was that.

Remember, all of this happened in a really short timeframe.

A second after that–thud, thud, thud, screech!–a follow-up of many little sounds was to be emitted as they landed on the ground.

And no one ever said a thing.

People called that 'speechless.'

From a second to the next, they went from having they way kind of all right, with the few saber wolves to … well, I won't say all hopeless, but yeah.

The eyes were rounding and the mouths gaping.

No one ever really said a thing, then.

It was so weird.

Dealing with such a situation, shouldn't they cry both in and out?

Or, shouldn't they, for example, and only for example, shudder some more shuddering, here and there? No?

They were found to be statues. And it was due to this. Were they statues of copper, silver, or gold statues?

Me, I only saw chunks of blood, flesh, and bones. Such statues. That's what they were.

The saber wolves had to come to a stop, too, by the way. Whatever be the justification to that, they weren't so excitingly attacking with their sharp teeth, by now.

They stopped–they even stopped before the actual humans.

The last interaction between these two groups, then, was done by Bumped. Not quite knowing what was happening at first, he was attacking still; wolves settled down; still went and reached for one of them with his longsword; it fell, dead.

And that was that.

Then, it was my time to help. … Or was it?

The goblins didn't bother waiting. Why would they? They took off. Off towards the statues of flesh and shit. And they just could serve themselves.

Make themselves comfortable. Make themselves at home. Make so that they did whatever they want.

They could do that. They could.

Rush onward, with their heads, spikes, and swords in.

Close in on the motionless humans.

Stop before right in front of them.

And tear their bellies open as their wild dogs watch, subdued and docile.

Take every human male down with them, and still tear their bellies open, and bathe in their guts, and be happy with that.

Still be on top of them, and go reaching to the humans' heads, and mutilate them to death afterward.

Oh, and then it be the females' turn.

Assault them, but in a good way, so as not to damage or ruin the merchandise that was just newly obtained.

Subdue them just like the wild saber wolves that weren't so wild after all.

Torment them a little before finally tie them up and bring them to their place where they could prove to be useful.

And the monster, me, couldn't really cheer any side up, for either their victory or defeat. No. The monster-me couldn't.

Not because, despite the fact for it to be a monster, it wasn't on the monsters' side at the moment. And neither because it was with the humans, at the moment, and that they died, and that, due to this, knowing this, it couldn't really cheer them nor himself up.

No, it wasn't because of that, either. The monster couldn't cheer any side up simply because it didn't give a damn about this all.

And the humans could just go on with that.

And the world then would know, for the nth time, that it was kind of ugly, sometimes.

… hahaha!!!–even though, not at all!

–it still was a whole lotta fun, y'know!

Because the humans wouldn't. My humans wouldn't. These were mine, and so they wouldn't, yes.

All of this could happen. But it also couldn't.

Right after the goblins showed up, I showed my teeth.

Or maybe it wasn't my teeth that I showed off. Maybe it was just … my fists. Or maybe it wasn't it still. … Maybe it was just myself that showed.

The goblins landed on the ground, and I opened my 'barrier' to them.

To them only.

I stood a bit behind the priestess and the sorceress. Leader and the two others were a bit ahead. Only a little bit.

For it to work, I darted up and placed myself in between the two supports in front of me. Going like this, with my little (but hell of strong) arms, I pushed them on with me, as gently as possible.

Such a boss that I was, I got the two of them very close to the three males a bit ahead. As well as them, I was nearer them than ever.

For it to work, yup.

As usual, I could see it perfectly. Mana Perception. From deep within me, I could see it flow it to them.

Thick, dark purplish layers of my mana going off … and filling up my surroundings with myself.

People described it as ominous, breath-taking, and deadly.

I didn't really know about that. I knew, though, that I liked it that way, anyway. My breathing paced up. An ominously grim grin broke on my face. I had to suppress that 'hah, hah, hah!' laughter that would usually come afterward.

Grinning was enough.

And the humans had stopped, the wolves, too … now, it was the goblins that had done that.

As soon as they landed on the earth; the screeching sounds stopped.

They stood there, all trembling and shuddering, as per today's theme.

Beholding my power, they could only do that. It was natural for them to.

Natural for them to drop their weapons, too. Natural for them to back off, taking one meek step backward first, but then another, and yet another, over and over again, before they slowly left, struck by so much fear.

Natural for them to piss their pants, even. Well, that one goblin did. The one with the spear. The one that led the group. It pissed its only pants. Its only linen cloth covering its private was wet.

Fairly quickly, the piss rolled down its leg, as it still trembled a lot.

Then came the time to peer behind itself, seeing how it was that–but wait???

Scr- screech?!... where my friends even at??... must it have thought.

❮ The new title 'Ultimate Scarecrow' has been obtained! ❯