>be anon
>stuck in the school building during prom night
>a monster-style prom is not like your ordinary thing, the best way to describe it would be a haunted night
>or a hunting night, if we see this from monsters’ perspective
>the guys are being locked in the school building until morning, with enough food, water etc. necessities to go by
>the monsters lurk around the school, looking for ways to either penetrate the defenses and storm the building, or invade through an unguarded entrance
>practically it’s a fortress defense scenario
>there are four of you guys in the school, and a whole swarm of monster girls outside
>escape is practically impossible, once you’re outside the fortified school, you’re boned
>frankly, your chances are pretty slim, since only one guy was known to ever have survived
>his name was Anon Incognitus, a talented engineer, and he survived by building a machine-gun and blasting everybody that tried to get close to him
>you, however, are nowhere near as talented or capable as him
>there’s Albert, a doofus that has only survived for so long thanks to his unrelenting streaks of luck
>there’s Cronus, a guy that has limited martial arts skills
>there’s Torsion, a guy that’s constantly drunk, smoking weed, and blasting jokes from horrible to outstandingly hilarious
>and, well, there’s you
>the videogame nerd, with outstanding combat skills
>unfortunately, those are limited to Unreal Tournament and games like that
>your barricades are pretty good, and monster-girls can’t just freely trash school property by breaking doors, walls and windows, but there are plenty of ways to get inside
<(Albert) Backdoors?
<(Cronus) Locked. Utility entries?
<(Torsion) Locked ‘n’ bolted! (takes a drag from his joint)
>you get upside to double-check the roof exits
>locked, bolted and barricaded
>it was when you’ve heard strange noises coming from the men’s restrooms
>you freeze in place, listening cautiously
>you realize that screaming “Hello? Is anybody there?” is one of the most dumbass things you can do
>what should you do, though?
>you stay up there, you risk getting jumped by a monster
>you go down, whoever’s in there quietly gets out and hides somewhere until she finds the perfect moment to claim someone
>and there are more girls capable of just that than there are guys, claimed and not, in the whole school
>those three assassin types are of special concern, since they’re known to be able to penetrate hideouts far more secure
>you pull out your communicator and type to the rest of the boys that something’s up there on the 4th floor, in the men’s restroom
>by the time they come up, the noises are dead
<”Well Anon, guess we just barricade the door so nothing gets out.”
>two of you set off to the nearest classroom, grab a couple chairs and blockade the door
>meanwhile, something crashes LOUDLY on the 1st floor
>oh shit…
<(Albert) “What was that?! Let’s go check out!”
>you all hold this retard back from certain doom
>whatever that was, it was no accident
>somebody has just infiltrated the school
<(Albert) w-w-well… what should we do?
>shut up and do not reveal your fucking presence, that’s what
>(Cronos, whispering) Guys, let’s hide somewhere! We’ll think of a plan later!
>just as you were looking for a place to hide, you saw a black silhouette on the other side of the corridor
>you all go “SHI-I-I-I-IIIT” and run away
>after two minutes of running, you find yourselves in the basement
>quickly, you lock the only entrance, the metal hatch, and plan your next move
>on one hand, this place is about as safe as you could hope
>there’s no way to get in there, except through that locked hatch
>on the other hand, many capable monster-girls may be just able to unlock the hatch
>or seduce, trick, or just make you open that damned door via some sort of magic
>you perfectly realize this, and so, you plan on your net move
>Albert grabs a patch of tin foil and shapes a makeshit helmet out of it
<”Hey, we can use these tin foil helmets to reflect all the mind control magic!”
>Cronos grabs a jar of magnesium powder
<”And we can use this to create a flashbang to distract the monsters after us!”
>Torsion pulls something out from behind the shelf rack
<”And we can use this machine gun to shoot them!”
>wait, what-- is that…
>Is that the Incognitus’ famous machine gun he used to repel the monster-girls through the night?!
>and there’s plenty of bullets for that, too
>you look at one another, with a knowing grin
“We know just what we should do.”
>meanwhile, on the third floor
>a crack-team of four monster-girls is looking for the boys
>they’d open the doors and let everybody in, but they want to stake their first claims into them
>Valeria, the Shiftshadow, a species known for their excellent stealth skills and a tendency to tease their targets before capturing them
>Cosma, the Oriental assassin, the one that got through the ventilation into the bathroom on the fourth floor
>those japs and their uncanny obsession with toilets
>Centuria, the so-called ‘empress of the night’
>and finally, Sandria, the doppelganger
>they’re already deciding who’s going to claim who
<(Valeria) “Anon is mine.~”
<(Cosma) “I’ll take Cronos. I’d like to challenge him… how long will his martial arts hold him up against me?~”
<(Centuria) “Torsion is mine. I will make a fine man out of this ill-mannered commoner”
<(Sandria) “I like how cute Albert can be sometimes. We’ll make a great couple~”
>the monster-girls patrol the school, looking for their targets, when suddenly, Cosma picks something up
<”...It’s on the first floor. West Wing. They’re in the cafeteria~”
<(Valeria) “This sounds like a job for us. Let me deal with them~”
<(Centuria) “No need to, they’re cornered. We’ll just come to them and seize them. No way they could fight us.”
<(Sandria) *giggles*
>the girls head straight towards cafeteria, excited and eager
>they bust into the room like Charlotte’s Angels and scan the room for any boys
>suddenly, a blinding flash of light disorients them, followed by automatic gunfire
>Torsion, with the machine-gun in hands, is blasting monsters
<”YEEEEEEE-HAW now that was fun!”
>the monsters, unable to withstand the hail of demon-silver bullets, are dropping down
<(Albert) “So, what we gonna do about them now?”
<(Cronos) “Just lock them somewhere. They won’t be a threat to us until morning”
<(Torsion) “Hey, I know what we should do! Let me carry that one!”
>Torsion picks up the vampire and hauls her towards the gymnasium, that was arranged into the dancing floor + party hall
>pretending that he wants to grope her tits, he quietly steals her wallet and empties half of it
>everybody picks up a girl and carries them over, following Torsion
>thanks to some coincidence, everybody picks exactly the girl that chose them
>when you finish bringing them over, you think what to do next
<(Torsion) “Well, what are ya waiting for? Time to get this party rockin’!”
>he places the vampire close to the speakers and puts his flashcard into the DJ-station
>the room is filled with the sounds of heavy metal
<(Torsion) “C’mon, let’s party! We’ve got snacks, booze, fireworks...”