Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20160616153604/@comment-39280634-20191002140015

Here i sit, in this large room, surounded by a bunch of other students, and fierce monster girls starring down at us from across the room. I know we were gathered here because some nimrods decided to steal some food and run away. And now the principal is preaching to us how we all gonna get punished because of said nimrods, even those who didn't do anything. That didn't matter to me anymore though because i was very deep into my own thoughts.

Yeah, it's always threats, intimidation, beatdowns, all-around pettyness. Always from my "family", from my peers, from everyone. I always got ostracised and bullied by everyone. When i was very young, my mother and father were executed for crimes they didn't comit; no one believed them. I was left in the care of my only other relative, my uncle, my father's older brother, whom he set up as a scape-goat. An abusive drunkard who always hated me because i was going to inherit the large house we lived in instead of him; saw me as nothing but a nuissance. He would berate and beat me almost everyday. I was also seen as a 'wretch' by everyone in the town i lived because of my parent's "reputation".

Eventually, my uncle saw an opportunity to get rid of me once he heard of this 'boarding school' meant for "undesirables". He left me here and never came back. Sadly, my "reputation" preceeded me here: i was often bullied by my peers either for being an outcast or simply because i was a "peacefull weakling", others who didn't bullied me were simply too scared to approach me. But i never bothered asking help from 'authorities', i know for a fact that they'd never have cared either. There was no end in sight. I tried to make it stop once... but lost my chance when i was brought here.

Suddenly i got called in the front to be questioned. I stand from my seat with no objections or even a reaction and make my way to the center of the room. I begin to be questioned about the stolen goods and the fugitives. I keep saying that i don't know (and i truly didn't, nor did i cared about it... or anything for that matter). The principal is just having none of it and doesn't believe me, as per usual (i swear, i thought her species were gentle). Suddenly she harps at me for seemingly hiding something beneath my shirt and orders one of the monster girls to tear it off. It revealed all my scars and bruises for everyone to see; many people were disgusted, others were amused. I just didn't care anymore.

Suddenly, another monster girl, namely the large Hellhound named Gretchen, steps forth to adress the principal, in an uncharacteristicly solemn tone:

"Miss Deryaka, i wish to speak with this one. In private."

I'm was later brought in a private room with Gretchen, probably for some forced 're-education'. I just stare at her in complete apathy, with no fear or anger. I've already given up... I speak in a trembling, weakly voice:

"There is nothing more you could do to me that other haven't done. Just get it over with."

"That i can see. Tell me, who did this to you ?"

"What ? Why would you care ? Why would ANYONE care ?"

"Because i want to know why someone like you is here."

Out of disinterest, i tell her the entire story of my life and how i got here. But the more i spoke, the more i started to break down crying because... it was all too much for me. The loss, the abuse, the pain... I couldn't stand it anymore... She stands up as if to prepare to enact her 'punishment'. What i was not prepared for... was an embrace against her large, muscular, warm, fur covered body.

"I... i don't understand... Why are you doing this ? Why would you even care about me ?" Tears run down my face as i asked her with a trembling voice.

"Because, believe it or not... i too was once feeble and weak. I too lost my family and was scared, shuned and stoned wherever i went. Until i met a strong lion woman. She took care of me, taught me how to be strong and brave, noble and righteous. And now i came here to 'punish' those who are truly evil. Besides, those who are innocent here don't really get punished anyway. But you don't know that from me."

I couldn't believe it. Out of all the creatures in this world, it was this "brute" that felt pity, no, sympathy for me. I cried on her chest for what felt like hours. She then gives me her hand and asks:

"Do you want me to teach you ? Then come with me."

With my will and hope restored, i take her hand and walk together out of the school, Gretchen quiting her job there. We visit my "uncle" for a well deserved beatdown to reclaim my home, restored my family's name and settled together with Gretchen as my savior, mentor and wife. The End.