This is the first fanfic for AVP. Fanfic, fanfic, fanfic: three times for emphasis. I might write other stories later, or mix in a little gaming.
This story contains OOC, nonhumans, strange descriptions, the author's odd way of thinking, and a tiny bit of mechanical deus ex machina. If that's not your thing, click X.
Most of the story is told in first person. The protagonist is "I," and readers can imagine themselves in that role.
As a modern-day good-for-nothing college student who can't carry a head of cabbage, can't run 800 meters, and can't climb to the twentieth floor, I had just finished washing up one night and was standing there in winter pajamas, toothbrush in hand, staring in confusion at a group of people even more confused than I was. We had appeared out of nowhere, two thousand meters beneath Antarctica.
Then, without warning, I was declared the absolute protagonist of this third-rate fanfic.
As everyone knows, in every Predator movie or spin-off, the protagonist is bound to be caught between both sides at the start, and will probably end up fighting the Predator one-on-one in the second half.
Though anyone with eyes can tell what gender the Predator is.
I looked at the toothbrush I'd been using for over half a year, then at the Predator's exceptionally muscular body. I figured I had a better chance of going into shock from bleeding heavily while brushing my teeth than of soloing a Predator with a shabby toothbrush that shed bristles.
So I might as well go with the petite and adorable route (?).
God: What do you mean, petite?
The protagonist is definitely a lone wolf, introverted, and has issues (though they look pretty normal XD).
Not very strong, but definitely fast.
Beastly Instinct A+
Theme: Be the protagonist of your own life
