Outsider Chronicles: A New Guardian

O...K, I wasn't expecting this. When I was reborn into a world that I'm pretty sure was Mass Effect, I was gearing up for some serious fun watching people fumble, even if I would be getting on a bit when it finally rolled around. What I wasn't expecting was to end up in an entirely new world after my favorite video game ended. Well, this is gonna be fun

And we're back. Nothing to add, so lets get going. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

To this day, I have never known pain the likes of which I had felt that day. Hell, neither me nor any of the people we've met since have been able to figure out WHY I was put through such agony. Ainz didn't feel any discomfort in the transition, the lucky beggar. For me though, it felt like my entire body was lit on fire, not helped in the slightest by the sudden spiking of my senses, including the effectiveness of my nerves ability to transmit data. I'm still not 100% sure what happened during my first few moments in the world, but I was fortunate enough that I didn't remain conscious for long.

Short start, but lets head to Ainz POV for a bit

Momonga was utterly confused. He was currently watching the Guardians of the 6th Floor, the Dark Elf Twins, Aura and Mare battling a summoned Primal Fire Elemental with apparent glee, something that shouldn't be possible! This was after not getting kicked from the game like he should have and discovering that the various NPCs had somehow come to life. The Lich was suddenly very glad that he was just bones when he remembered how he had discovered that fact.

He shook himself to get his thoughts back on track. He had already spoken with Sebes, the head Butler of the Tomb, and discovered that the swamps that had surrounded the Tomb had apparently been replaced by grasslands in all directions. Taking that with all of the other bizarre things that had happened over the last quarter of an hour, the only conclusion that he could draw was that he and Nazarick had somehow been transported to a completely different world and made real. Now, while most people might have panicked or considered finding a way home, Momonga's undead body prevented the first and he had discarded the second without a second thought. It wasn't like he really had anything back in his old world after all.

He looked around the arena at the bowing Guardians who had just finished swearing loyalty to him. For some reason, he felt whole for the first time in ages. Maybe because, through these former NPC's, he could have his friends back…

"Thank you my friends, your words mean a lot," he said, inwardly thanking his lucky stars for the acting lessons he'd taken, "Now, Nazarick appears to be in a rather odd situation. Sebes is scouting the area, but…"

He was cut off as said butler entered the arena with something in his arms.

"Forgive the interruption my Lord, but there is something you need to see," he said as he approached and placed the item in his arms onto the ground.

Momonga took a step forwards, before jerking back in shock. It was a person and a very familiar one at that. Small and slight, with a psyche that belied the incredible power hidden within and resulted in a good number of people mistaking his gender (which might have been the point). His skin was lightly tanned and his hair was a shade of very pale lavender that was nearly silver and fell to his shoulders. His features were mostly Human, but his ears were pointed and the tips of fangs could be seeen poking out of his lips. He had clawed hands and feet, as well as pads on his palms and the bottom of his feet. He was wearing a sleeveless, midnight blue tunic and trousers made of Dragon scales while his feet were wrapped in bandages, the pads on the soles negating the need for actual shoes, while his shins were covered in silver greaves with crescent moons engraved in the metal. The armour covering his forearms matched his grieves, a pair of fingerless, silver gauntlets with built in knuckle guards that served to increase his punching power while leaving his claws free, just in case he needed an extra weapon. The armour also bore the sigil of the moon, this one three quarters. Finally, he wore a small, silver breastplate that was designed to provide protection while not impeding movement at all and bearing the mark of a full moon.

"Loup?" muttered Momonga, "I didn't know he was still around…"

"I found him unconscious outside the gates," said Sebes, "He appeared to be in quite a bit of pain. I also found this."

He held up an amulet with the Guild's crest on it.

"Whats wrong with him?" asked Momonga as he examined the bloody foam that was leaking out of his friends lips.

That couldn't be healthy.

"I'm not sure," said Sebes, "As far as I can tell, he is perfectly healthy."

Loup chose that moment to wake up with a groan, turn over...and vomit all over Momonga's shoes.

Back to Loup

"Urrrg, I feel like I've gone ten rounds in the ring with Anderson," I groaned, "What happened?"

I twitched as I felt a monstrous amount of murderous intent settle over me. I slowly turned my head and blanched when I saw a very familiar group of Guardians glowering at me while a towering skeleton eyed the puddle of puke that he was standing in.

"That...can't be good," I muttered.

"You…" said Albedo, "HOW DARE YOU…!"

"YIPES!"

I scrabbled away from the furious Succubus as her aura spiked. What I wasn't expecting was for me to go flying across the arena to slam head first into the stone wall.

"Owwwww," I groaned, "What the hell is going on?"

"Albedo, enough," snapped Momonga before the head Guardian could try and cave my head in.

"But master…"

"He meant nothing by it," said the massive Litch as he stepped out of the puddle and cleaned the puke off his feet.

While Momonga was trying to calm down his minions, I was busy cursing in my head. Considering how shaken and dazed I was, it took me a while to realize what had happened, but Albedo's explosion had been what tipped me off. Now I was calling myself an idiot for not realizing it sooner. Considering I had spent the last ten years hanging out with the members of Ainz Ooal Gown and had even helped create some of the NPC's that protected the Tomb of Nazarick, it was almost inconceivable that I had failed to realize that staying online as the Servers were shut down was a fucking terrible idea. Then again, considering how dull reality was, I shouldn't really complain. True, some interesting things were in the future of my old world, but not for a really long time.

I let out a sigh and got to my feet, stumbling slightly as I did. Unlike Momonga who was just a skeleton animated by magic, I truly was an entirely different race. My entire body was completely different than a Human one, from my senses to my bones and my muscular structure. The fact my Avatar was smaller than my actual body didn't help, but I was used to that.

"Alright Momonga, what the hell is going on?" I asked, drawing attention to me.

"How dare you…" started Albedo.

"Calm yourself Albedo," said Momonga, "While he wasn't a member of the Guild, Loup Garou is an old friend."

He turned to me.

"That is a very good question my friend," he said, "As far as I can tell, we have somehow been transported to a new world. As you can see, the NPC's are now very much alive and I think my body has literally become my Avatar."

"Oh, I can confirm that," I said as my ears twitched, "I can hear their heartbeats."

I let out a sigh.

"This is gonna be a right pain in the tail," I said.

"Indeed," said Momonga, "Perhaps it would be wise to remain together for now."

"Good plan," I said, "And, um, I'm sorry for puking on your shoes."

"No harm done," said Momonga, "Now, make your report Sebes."

The Butler bowed and did as bidden. I listened with half an ear while the rest of me was busy taking stock of my new body and skillset. It was strange. I mean, due to how the game worked, people tended to pick up skills they learnt in it over time, such as using weapons and the like, but the program did provide a certain among of help with combat. I could feel all of the skills and spells my character knew resting within my mind, ready to come out in an instant. I hesitantly reached out and winced slightly as my hand vanished into thin air, before I pulled it out with a Health potion in my grip.

"Huh, looks like I can still access my inventory," I muttered, "Thats nice."

I returned the potion to the pocket dimension.

"Loup."

I looked up.

"Need something Momonga?" I asked.

"Could you use your Summons to scout the area?" he asked, "Wolves, even your spectral ones, should not stand out too much."

"With pleasure," I said, "Summon Pack!"

My hair spiked up, extended and began to glow, scattering small sparks of light around me. As they floated in the air, they rapidly expanded and formed into the shape of a pack of wolves with gray fur, red eyes and lavender coloured ruffs. They milled around for a moment, before a sharp growl from me sent them shooting into the sky and away.

"They'll send me any useful information they find," I said.

"Thank you for your assistance," said Momonga.

I inclined my head, which Momonga returned before teleporting out.

"Yeesh, melodramatic much," I muttered, "Now then, I really need to...HOLY…!"

I let out a very canine yelp as I was suddenly grabbed by the lapels and yanked bodily into the air by Albedo who had somehow got from the other side of the arena. Now I found myself staring into her enraged eyes as a purple aura leaked from her body.

"I don't know who you think you are, but I will not allow you to disrespect Lord Momonga!" she snarled.

"Albedo, thats enough!" shouted Demiurge, "Did you not hear Lord Momonga? Loup Garou is his friend, along with being close with many of the other Supreme Beings! He may not be one himself, but he is still worthy of our respect."

"What the Demon said," I said, instinctively baring my teeth as my hair stuck up in response to my anger, "Now do you mind letting me down?"

Albedo scowled, but set me on my feet nonetheless.

"Fine, but I won't let you beat me," she said.

I paused as I patted down my hair.

"Pardon?"

"Lord Momonga is my love!" said the Succubus.

I blinked a couple of times as Aura started snickering and Demiurge facepalmed.

"Alright, first point, Momonga's a skeleton and, as such, lacks the one bone you want," I said slowly. "And second…"

I jumped and smacked her over the head with a paper fan I'd pulled out of my Inventory.

"I'M MALE YOU MORON!"

Albedo stared at me for a moment, before she suddenly spun around to glare at the laughing Aura as the young Dark Elf rolled around in hysterics. The other Guardians had better control, but Demiurge and Shalltear were definitely smirking and Mare was giggling slightly. It was impossible to tell what Cocytus was thinking, but I'm pretty sure his shoulders were shaking slightly.

"You all knew that?!" growled Albedo.

"Of course we did," said Shalltear, "Lady Bukubukuchagama and Lord Peroroncino often teased him about being a 'trap' as they called it."

I blushed brightly. While screwing with the so called 'hero' players was a lot of fun, especially when I was mistaken for a girl, now my Avatar was my actual body, something told me I was going to seriously regret designing it like this. To be fair, my character wasn't exactly feminine, but it certainly leaned more towards androgynous than manly.

"A trap?" asked Demiurge, "Is that some kind of class?"

"Not exactly," I said, "Its a term used to refer to individuals, usually males, who look like attractive members of the opposite sex. Mare is a good example of one."

All eyes turned on the young crossdresser, making him shrink behind his staff slightly…somehow.

"Interesting," muttered Demiurge, "Perhaps we could make use of that…"

"Unlikely," I said, "While it is good for a surprise and the odd joke, it has no real combat applications."

"Thats too bad," said Demiurge, "I would like to use something like that to gain an advantage in battle.

"That would only work if the opponent in question was a massive pervert and, frankly, I'd rather just tear my opponents apart," I said.

"Oh, why am I not surprised that a Mutts first instinct is to attack blindly," said Shalltear.

I let out a growl of irritation as my claws lengthened slightly and my hackles went up.

"Watch it lamprey!" I snapped, "Wait…"

I blinked a couple of times as the sudden surge of anger faded.

"Why the hell did I react like that?" I thought.

"Careful Mutt, you really don't want to pick a fight we me," said Shalltear, glaring at me.

I let out another growl and I felt my blood start to boil. With an immense force of will, I shoved down the urge to transform and tear this pathetic parasite to shreds! That thought shocked me out of my anger. I blinked a few times and shook myself to settle my fur.

"Oh? Are you losing control?" sneered Shalltear, "Typical of a dog."

That did it. I let out a snarl and pounced, my claws extended and ready to tear the Vampire a new one. I did manage to hold back from transforming fully, but the instinctive rage was too much for me to control. Shalltear gave a snarl of her own as she summoned a ball of magic into existence and bared her fangs at me.

"ENOUGH!"

I skidded to a stop as Cocytus axe slammed into the ground in front of me

"The two of you are acting like children!" snarled the icy warrior.

I took a few steps back as I struggled to reign in my instincts that were demanding that I attack the Vampire, regardless of the oversized bugs protests.

"Tch, fine," said Shalltear, "I need to get started on my mission for Lord Momonga anyway."

I clenched my fists, using the pain from my claws penetrating my palms to get my emotions back under control.

"Man, I've heard that Werewolves and Vampires don't get along, but I didn't know it was that bad," said Aura as Shalltear created a Gate and vanished through it, "Are you OK Lord Loup?"

I let out a huff through my nose and pulled my claws out of my palms, ignoring the tingling feeling as the wounds quickly closed.

"I'm fine, but I do need some time to get used to these new instincts and emotions," I said, "Momonga got lucky. As an Undead, he shouldn't have any trouble. Oh, and don't call me Lord."

I activated my amulet and teleported away to find somewhere to meditate and try to get used to my new body. This was not going to be fun.

And done. Before I sign off, a few points.

First up, despite being a player rather than an NPC turned real, Loup will end up with a much more casual relationship with the Guardians and other characters than Ainz, simply due to the fact that he wasn't one of the Guild members. They do however have a lot of respect for him...mostly.

Yes, I did swipe the cliche Vampires vs Werewolves thing.

Actually, thats it. Nice and short. Don't forget to review!