Flufftober 2025 - 18 Yautja
When Y/N had decided to dress up as 2B from Nier Automata, she'd found the idea original, cool, and slightly sexy. It was a real risk of attracting shit like a disease, unless she opted for tights.
But this year, she really wanted to have fun, and when her friends told her about this costume party, she'd made up her mind.
Finding the basics of the outfit hadn't been too difficult. A little black dress was a bit of a wardrobe staple, available everywhere, all the time. The white-haired wig and the mask were a little more difficult, especially because it had to cover her eyes, but not make her blind either.
Then there was the katana.
Y/N had wondered if the katana was really necessary. She wasn't going to include the little flying robot, so it wasn't such a big deal. But at the same time, it wouldn't be as cool without a weapon, one that could scare the idiots even if it was in plastic.
So, there was no question of using a children's toy. She needed something well-made, that looked real. A beautiful sword, to go with her beautiful costume.
Since the party wasn't far from her home, she put on a coat to avoid catching her death, knowing that even if some people were perplexed when they saw her, the date normally explained her outfit.
Everything went pretty well. A few idiots, as always, but a pleasant time overall. So much so that Y/N even stayed longer than expected, without noticing that it was very dark outside.
She lived really close by. Less than a 20-minute walk, no more. It wasn't raining, the streets were lit, silent. Normally, there was no reason to be afraid.
Yet, Y/N had a feeling something was going to happen. A shiver ran down her spine, and it wasn't from the cold. There was no one left to accompany her, at least no one in decent condition, and it seemed ridiculous to call an expensive taxi for such a short trip.
Repeating to herself that she was brave, that she wasn't risking anything, one hand on her fake katana, she took a deep breath before leaving the building to walk quickly towards her destination.
And very quickly, she realized she wasn't alone. Footsteps and snickers behind her were getting closer, even as she tried to speed up, still holding her useless weapon.
She was about to make the decision to run, despite her skills, despite the risk of falling, when she hit an invisible wall, knocking her to the ground.
Her pursuers could have caught up with her, but the scene seemed to disturb them, even more so when a strange clicking noise echoed through the street, and they fled in the other direction, leaving Y/N to face this new problem.
Looking up, she saw that there was indeed something in front of her, something you could make out if you paid close attention. The outline of a man, huge, frightening.
Totally panicked, she screamed when he appeared before her, and clearly this thing wasn't human. If she had simply seen him from afar, she might have thought it was a Halloween costume, with that armor, that mask, that slightly green skin. And his weapons.
If it was a prank, it was well done, and not funny at all.
He stared at her wordlessly behind his mask, his fists clenched, as if waiting to see what she would do.
Slowly, raising his hands, Y/N stood up.
“… Don't hurt me, please. I just want to go home.”
“Warrior.” he replied in a strange, almost robotic voice. “Fight.”
“Uh, no. Thank you. I'm not a warrior.”
“Your weapon. Use and fight with honor, warrior.”
“… It's plastic. Look, it's a fake. I don't know how to fight, I'm not the one you're looking for.”
Tilting its head to the side like a child who didn't understand, the creature took a closer look at the katana, realizing she was telling the truth.
Then, with a swift movement, he pulled a knife from behind his back, before the terrified eyes of the poor woman, who was expecting the worst.
But against all odds, he then handed her the weapon.
“… I don't want to fight. Please.”
“No. For defense. You, weak little thing. Stupid to be alone without a weapon. Predators all around. Not honorable to leave you like this.”
“Oh. You… You're giving it to me to help me ? That's … kind ? Thank you.”
“Yautja honorable. You, not a worthy opponent, nor interesting prey. Possible mate. Small but good hips, nice chest.”
“Uh…”
“Under Dra'Khael's protection now.”
The alien, this Yautja, then disappeared as if everything was normal, exactly as he had appeared, leaving Y/N alone in the night with a strange knife and the certainty that she would see him again one day.
