32 Rude Awakening! Redone

(Jaylene POV captured adventurer)

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Since when could monsters make traps!? And since when could they set up ambushes at that! We were told that we were going to exterminate a possible monster lord and its followers. That they were nothing out of the ordinary other than an unusual flower. But instead, my legs fucking stuck in a trap with a dozen spikes buried into my ankle, and the other adventurers left me to die.

Without any warning, a flower dropped down in front of me. The flower didn't do anything as it laid there, eerily still. Was it the monster flower we were told about? Is this just another trick by the monsters!? I don't know anymore! The pain from the spikes is blurring my mind.

I slowly reached for the knife in my sheath. Even if this was a trap, I'd be damned if I'd go down without a fight! As soon as my fingers wrapped around the reassuring leather of the knife handle, I whipped it out and sent a desperate slash at the prone flower. At the last minute though, the flower was propelled upwards by several vines and wrapped around my wrist with its body, stabbing its thorns into me.

My blade managed to hit several vines, but it failed to cut through them. The flower then turned its petals towards them, and they opened up and grew in size. They revealed a horrific sight of dozens upon dozens of razor-sharp thorns lining the inside of the petals. Then suddenly, a sweet scent filled my nose and I started to get light-headed. My muscles began to slacken and I could dimly feel my knife slip out of my hand and fall to the ground with a dull thud.

The sweet scent began to get stronger and I began to slowly lose control over my body. I then collapsed as I lost feeling in my limbs. The flower released its hold over my arm, walked over to my face, and lowered its petals closer to me. Dread began to overwhelm me as my chest constricted with fear. Is this how it ends? Getting mauled to death by a flower? No! I can't let it end here! I refuse to let it end like this!

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I tried, with all the remaining strength I had in my arm, to move it. To do something. Anything! My arm failed me though as it only twitched a bit in response. All the while, the flowery sweet smell grew stronger. I blinked once. Twice. Thrice. And then, after one final look at the eldritch horror of that flowers open mouth was all I had before I blacked out.

(Joe's POV)

This is getting out of hand. We've already managed to push back three more attacks the adventurers made over the past day. It was starting to get dark and they still launched one last attack before setting up camp. Worse yet, with each attack, our ambushes caused less panic and our traps injured fewer people. We still managed to get a good 7 or 8 people with traps and another 2 with spears and fireballs.

At least now at night, we can take a rest. But we can't allow the adventurers to rest. That would be too kind of me to let them recover. This is guerilla warfare and in guerilla warfare, you must strike at any possible weak point the enemy may have! We will be sticking with the spears I had them make, but this time I gave them some tips on areas to strike at if you want to kill a person. So this time around we should have more confirmed kills. And just in case I also helped them make simple bows and equipped a fourth of them with said bows just in case.

And just to make sure things go well, I'll be going with them. If this night raid is going to be successful, I'll need to oversee it personally. Besides, my strange plant anatomy makes it so I don't actually need to sleep. So I might as well take advantage of that to constantly harass the adventurers.

They need sleep after all! And sleep is for the weak anyway. Which means they are weak! Well if you go by gamer logic that is. But now I should really start leading my guerilla troops into battle. Man, this feels pretty cool, being able to lead the fairies like a general and all. And I'll be the best damn general of them all. I wanna be the very best that no general ever was! Gotta beat them all!

"Alright troops, form up! We're heading out." I called out to the fairies resting in the trees. Upon hearing my orders, twenty fairies fluttered up into the air, chattering excitedly. I inwardly sighed and started swinging through the trees towards the edge of the forest. With the flock (Would it be a flock? Swarm? Murder?) at my back, I was more than ready to cause some restless terror for the human adventurers.

It didn't take long for us to reach the edge of the forest, and there they were. Several campfires were lit up around the wagon the adventurers arrived with and were currently resting. Of course, they weren't so naive to have no lookouts. Hell, they didn't have only one, but five, lookouts awake.

One on top of the wagon, and one on each side of the wagon allowing them to keep an eye out on every side around them. Not a bad idea on their part. Certainly better planning than most protagonists and characters in multiple shows, animes, movies, games, media in general. But would that save them? NO! I am the motherfucking boss flower and ain't no one messing with me. Nuff said!

"Alright troops. Wait for my signal to attack. Then sneak into the tents and kill the adventurers as quietly as you can. But remember not to get yourself killed!" I barked out to the fairies.

"Joe-" One of the fairies started to talk.

"General." I interrupted.

"General Joe. What exactly is the signal?" She asked me.

"My dear Watson I will call you all via pheromones like I am now," I answered her confidently. Just as she opened her mouth to ask another question I held up a vine to silence her.

"Don't question it. Just follow orders. You'll see why soon enough," I told her.

With that said, I dropped down from the tree and began making my way towards the camp silently with my stealth skill. In order to let me blend in better with the green grass, I used my vines to wrap around my flower petals, effectively covering up the red from sight. This way I'll be able to properly sneak up on the adventurers. And soon, my idea was proven correct as I managed to get within five feet of one of the lookouts.

The closer I got to the lookout the slower I was forced to move. By now I was forced to move at a snail's pace and circle around the adventurer to avoid the light from the campfire he was sitting near. But it was all worth it as I managed to get behind him without being spotted. As I crawled towards him the lookout stretched his arms and yawned. Don't worry, I'll soon put you to sleep, dear human.

I opened up my petals and began releasing my numbing pollen towards the adventurer. I made sure it was only in minuscule doses so that the rate at which he'd get tired would be slow enough that he shouldn't be suspicious until it's too late. It may be slow going but this method is the best way to put down these adventurers without causing too much ruckus.

By the time the adventurer body began to visibly slacken 5 minutes had already passed. Now is the time to strike! I leapt onto the adventurers back as my vines extended and began to wrap around his neck and tighten. Using my thorns I gouged open his arteries and managed to stifle the pained groan by blocking his airway. His body then slumped forward, still.

[Human swordsman slain. 9 XP collected. 3 mutation points added. 3 skill points earned.]

One down four to go.

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(30 minutes later….)

Done! It took a while, but by using the same method I used on the first lookout, I managed to kill the rest. There were, of course, a couple of close calls here and there, but all in all, I was successful in my mission. The downside is that, between using my numbing pollen on these five bastards and that last person, I'm now out of pollen stuff! But hey, that's why I have the fairies. Speaking of which, it's time to call them in.

"All units move in! Remember, this is a stealth mission, so stay quiet!" I broadcasted on my pheromones to the fairies. I watched as the fairies began to close in on the camp silently. Thankfully, they were able to turn off the glowing vine patterns that mark the fairy's bodies. So at the very least, they won't have a neon bullseye on their back. With this, there should be nothing to keep us from slaughtering everyone in their sleep!

Wait. What's that? There's movement in one of the tents… Why is there movement from one of the tents!? I did everything silently though!! This is metagaming, damn it! Hacking! You better just be one of those people who toss in their slee-

"WAKE UP!! THERE'S A PLANT MONSTER IN THE CAMP!!" An adventurer shouted while running out of the tent with their staff in hand. The adventurer was a man and had various animal pelts for armor, and their staff had green vines and leaves entwining it. Their head swerved side to side in search of something, until their eyes landed on me. And creepily enough, they were glowing with bright green.

"There you are, you pesky weed!" They growled as they raised their staff and blasted a green ball of energy at me. I dove to the side, barely avoiding the ball of energy as it rocketed past me and into the sky. I watched in horror as the surrounding tents began to show signs of movement in them as the weirdo mages shouting woke them up.

How did he know I was here? Could he detect my pheromones with some sort of skill? It doesn't matter now! The adventurers were waking up and the ambush failed! Now I can only roll with the punches and escape from the camp while causing some chaos!

I began launching fireballs at the druid looking mage while looking at the direction the fairies were in. Out of the darkness, dozens of arrows flew towards the adventurers getting out of the tents. The still groggy people haven't managed to get any armor on yet and were defenseless against the bone shards. Various cries of pain erupted from the adventurers as their skin was pierced by the arrows. It seems that at the very least the fairies were smart enough to keep their distance and bombarded the humans from the relative safety of darkness.

This druid man, on the other hand, is probably crazy. He's told the other adventurers to stay back and let him handle me, and instead of blasting some more of those fancy green lights, he whipped out some pine cones. Then he started throwing them at me. I'll say that again, do to my own disbelief of reality. Throwing. Pine cones. At me. I used my vines and kept batting away the pine cones. Most of them landed behind me, and the mage didn't learn his lesson and kept throwing them at me.

Looking at the other adventurers give us plenty of room despite the chaos from the fairies' hidden attacks only made me question reality further. Is this really the real world? It couldn't be if they considered throwing fucking pine cones at killer flowers as a valid attack strategy. The mage abruptly stopped throwing pine cones as he grinned and started cackling. Is he starting to lose his mind? Well, I wouldn't be surprised considering the fact that he used pine cones as his weapon of choice against me.

CRACK!

… Ok. I'll bite. What in the nine flowery hells was that? I know I have a 360 viewpoint so the crack I heard must have come from one of the pine cones hidden behind the others that were thrown. From in between the scales of the pine cones dozens of barbed tendrils slid out. Soon after, the same began to happen to the rest of the pine cones as they all began to stand up on their tendrils.

Ok. What the fuck is going!?