Bad End Part 2, Why Wasn't I Brought to a Better World?

Bad End

A Monster Girl Quest Isekai

Why Wasn't I Brought in to a Better World? - Update 2

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	The man eater leaned forward with another string of what was certainly Japanese. Albert didn't even try to make sense of it. His mind spun with other, more immediate concerns. The horror's intentions were clear. Albert was going to die.

	He had to get away. But suddenly it was like his body and mind belonged to two separate beings. In his efforts to turn away, his legs crumpled pathetically beneath him. Panic clawed at his wretched heart as his mind screamed useless pleas to his failing limbs. Move! Move! But his mouth had very different things to scream. “No! No, no, no!” He yelled, frenzied. This and more senseless noise spilled from him as that animal instinct strangled his reason.

	The monster's writhing limbs closed in on the useless man. The cruel predator wore a delighted smile. Her prey was easy this day. An oozing appendage draped itself over him, clasping the man in a grip that would ensure his death.

	But the animal in the man wanted to live. Somehow, his feet found purchase. He moved. And the monster denied him. The slick tendril wrapped around him, closing tightly around his shoulders, but Albert fought against it. The burning ooze it secreted was a cruel reminder of the hideous fate that awaited him if he did not resist. He wrestled against it, ducking his head down and freeing himself, though in the process he managed to cover his face in the foul slime.

	The pain was terrible. Sensitive regions of his face were exposed to the dissolving agent. Albert couldn't stand to keep his eyes open. His mouth and nose stung. The fear that he might be blind struck him as his face sizzled. But he had to live. With an anguished cry, he fought free.

	It was just for a moment. He took but three steps before another tentacle wrapped itself around his leg, bringing him down. Albert scrambled blindly in the dirt, fingers desperately clawing through the debris at the forest floor, trying to find something, anything to secure his position. His hand gripped around something solid and for a brief moment he thought that he had found his salvation. But his hope dissolved as he yanked the object out of the ground. The unseeing man had simply found a rock. His big, fist sized rock.

	The monster's tone proved it was pleased with itself. While Albert did not know her words, her manner of speaking told him much. It thought that it had won. He thought so too. But his fear drove him to fight for his life. He had to fight. But what could a blinded man do? He could not see, and his senses were consumed by a searing pain. And of course, there he had it, like a flash of inspiration, an obvious answer.

	The man took the rock in both hands and slammed it down on his leg. The force of it hurt him, but the blow had been softened by the clasping appendage that made him prisoner. The hot agony the monster woman assailed him with was a shining target in his blinded state. Albert lashed out with a free hand and took hold, blindly groping for her. His hand burned. Why? Because he had grasped another target. Again and again he brought the rock down, striking the abomination, and many times the monster shrieked at him. Gone was her confident arrogance.

	And then he was released. Albert did not waste his chance. He tore away from the beast, finally free, limping his way as fast as he could. He held his unharmed arm in front of his face, shielding his face from lashing foliage, warning him of closing obstacles. Too late. His arm smashed into what felt like a tree, eliciting another cry from Albert, this one more shock than pain. His fist stayed tightly closed around the rock and in his panic he struck out, fending off some unseen threat.

	But there was nothing. How far had he hobbled? Albert tried to open his eyes but it was too much. Was he safe? Had he ever been safe? With terror he realized that he had seen many such 'trees' like the monster before. But they weren't trees at all. They were monsters, sexualized versions of  Dungeons and Dragons creatures. Albert was in a forest of roper girls. He wanted to cry. A thankful thing, since he was. Soothing tears rolled down his stinging face.

	Albert labored to calm himself, to ease his breathing, and simply listen. Quiet, he begged, both of himself and of his surroundings. And after a moment, his prayers were answered. Silence. He waited a few moments, thinking that perhaps the peace would be cruelly broken as soon as he had found hope. But the peace remained. He loosed a shuddering cry. He briefly thought that he must look pathetic. He didn't give a fuck. He'd been covered in digestive rape juice and barely escaped with his life. Albert wanted to do nothing more than scream for help, beg for it, but was kept silent by the fear that such noise would draw unwanted attention. Who knew how fast those monsters moved?

	But first things first. He mashed his face into the ground, grinding every inch of his tortured flesh into the cleansing earth. Albert dug into the forest floor with desperation and showered himself with nature debris. The muck and filth failed to dissuade him as he fiercely scrubbed away at himself. It was instant relief. Slowly, his thoughts began to settle. And he was free to think.

	Albert was in a forest full of predator monsters. He was blinded (temporarily, he hoped), with an injured leg and hand. The man took a moment to take inventory of his injuries. With care, he touched his stinging face, fearing he would find some terrible disfiguration. But if he bore any cruel mark, he didn't find it. It gave him some hope that this was a passing ill. He missed his eyes. Examining the rest of his body, he was likewise put at ease. For being doused in digestive slime, he had come out surprisingly unscathed. Perhaps in a few days, he would be back to normal.

	Which made the next goal simple. How did he live for a few days? He had to escape, right? To... somewhere. It was a troubling thought that brought many consequences to mind. His entire way of addressing this nightmare had been wrong. He thought he had been kidnapped by a man, a human. But instead, he was in a world of monsters, complete with Setouchi abominations. Didn't that mean something? Was this some insane, ridiculous coincidence that defied all explanation? Or had he, somehow, been transported to the world of Monster Girl Quest.

	It was the stupidest thing he could have considered. Really, if that was a possibility, and what an absurd possibility it was, then that meant that there were an equal number of similarly absurd answers to his circumstances. What if monsters had just found their way to his world (but then how had he suddenly appeared in the forest)? People didn't just get magically transported to different worlds. It was ridiculous. Isekai were trash, a pathetic fantasy, the lowest form of entertainment settled in a meager world that existed only to satisfy the wish fulfillment desires of a desperate lot. Albert, on the other hand, only watched the most high class of anime because he wasn't a pleb.

	“What the fuck is wrong with me,” he said. The pain had mostly gone away, but his eyes refused to cooperate. He had to do something, something proactive, and thoughts about his taste on trashy Japanese animation wasn't helping. The question was, what was he going to do? Blindly grope his way out of the forest and simply pray that he didn't encounter another roper? Or whatever other monstrosities lived in this place?

	 His thoughts were interrupted by a quiet rustle. Such noises had unnerved him before, but now he found himself gripped by an unrelenting terror. It was a monster! Another one of those horrid things! And now he lacked even eyes! How could he possibly defend himself? No, surely he was mistaken. After all, how many times had he heard such similar things? And yet he had never been attacked. Surely this was just another meaningless sound.

	“Da-re~” a mysterious voice sang lackadaisically. “Da-re~?” The feminine voiced asked, a questioning tilt in her singsong tone. It was enough to confirm Albert's fears. What kind of entity could be so relaxed in this nightmarish place? The answer was obvious and cruel. Monster, monster, monster! Another hungry beast to delight in his misery! No, but he couldn't lose himself. He had to focus. Albert's Japanese was shit, but he knew it was asking who was there. Where was it? How close was it? Did it see him? Or was it merely playing with a newfound toy?

	In just a day, this was what his life had turned in to. Rising panic urged him to take action, but what? What should he do? What could he do? If only he could figure out the direction of the voice, he could flee, but his most basic senses betrayed him. No eyes to see, noise everywhere and nowhere, with some damnable monstrosity eyeing him hungrily.

	The unknown fiend loosed another line of cutesy Japanese that Albert couldn't help but interpret as menacing. More importantly, though, he made note of it's origin. The answer was clear. More fleeing in the dark. Once more his legs set to work. “Ma-te~” the thing sweetly called.

	Fuck this world and all it's horrors. Albert was sick of it. He just wanted to wake up from this nightmare and go back to his world with his shitty job and his shitty video games and his shitty life. Instead, he ran, if you could call his frantic shuffling that.

	Heavy sounds followed him. Loud thuds, too loud, much too loud! What on earth was this stalking monster! The countless hours spent on a series of pornographic monster games suddenly seemed ridiculously wasteful as Albert realized he had no idea what this evil could be. The only hints he had at the thing's identity were it's heavy, menacing movements and a deceitful maiden's playful taunting.

	Then he heard it. He almost missed the little sound, so occupied was he with his fears, his peaking tension, his staggered breath, the crushing cacophony, but he somehow managed to hear it. Bird song. It was just a quiet trill, but to Albert it was like hearing salvation. He hadn't seen or heard other animals because they were avoiding the predators. So to hear the animal now meant that he was safe. No, not safe yet, but close to it. However distant the tiny creature might be, safety promised to be nearby. Or perhaps this was the animal who didn't get the memo and was about to get devoured. He didn't even think about it. Albert decided to trust in Darwinism, one way or another. And if he was going to be eaten alive, at least it wouldn't be alone. What a terrible thought.

	The path was uncertain. All he had to guide him was his battered arm, his weakened legs and an insistent bird call. Like a clarion bell singing his deliverance, the bird sang, joyfully unaware of the unseen abomination that stalked in Albert's wake. Who knew what lie ahead? Perhaps the monster had a designated territory? Perhaps there was someone there who could save him? Perhaps it was all a futile, meaningless gesture, that there was no salvation at all, that all that awaited him was a terrible, gruesome end?

	It didn't matter. Albert would never reach the source of that birdsong. Another uncertain step led to nowhere. Too late he realized that he had stepped out into nothing. He tumbled forward into an unknown depth. Caught unaware, he was given just the merest moment to brace himself before he slammed into a tough, yielding surface.

	His head suffered an equally jarring fate. Dirt and blood filled his mouth after the impact, his own teeth shredded tender flesh. Albert almost managed a plaintiff expletive but it just came out as a groan of pain. He managed to get an arm underneath himself to try and prop himself up and immediately regretted it as a shock of misery assaulted him. Like an unthinking fool, he had used his arm to try and soften the fall. With his luck, he might get to add 'broken arm' to his growing list of personal ailments. For all he knew, he'd momentarily blacked out from the impact, so he might as well throw 'concussion' on that list as well. Under normal circumstances, he might have complained with 'Just fucking kill me already', but considering this time it might very well happen, he didn't dare think it.

	The broken man pawed pitifully around him, fearful of the beast that had been hot on his heels. He could still hear her cheerful hunting song. He had to build some distance. But what had he fallen in to? It hadn't been too far of a fall, had it? Not a chasm or ravine, more like a pit. After some searching, he discovered a rocky surface. Following it, it seemed to continue onward... and downward. Albert had no better options, so he continued his probing search, hurrying it on, trying to find some path to escape down. And the tough, rocky texture promised to continue on for some time. Even if he couldn't open his eyes, he could see through the filter of his eyelids that the light outside was dimming. Something above him was blocking out the sun. Like a ceiling. Albert was moving into a cave.

	The thought was troubling. He'd had experience caving before and it was enough to build on his list of fears. What if it opened up? What if this ended up being some massive underground labyrinth? Even a seeing man could get trapped down there, especially someone with as little experience as he. Albert briefly bemoaned that he had not taken advantage of his friends' offers to go caving more often. But his greatest concern of all was the known evil at his back. Her incessant song was enough to drive him into that dark and unknown place. But even if he did manage to shake that creature off of him, what terrible fate would await him next?

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No choice to be made this time. Ended up taking this in a very different direction than I originally intended. Next update should have a bad end choice if some deviant out there is interested. Thanks for reading, I'll try to get another update up tomorrow.