Dragon's Lair

Timothy goes left.

If this was a game, there was no harm in exploring this world. Besides, "Daycare Village" sounded like "a place with a lot of people in it", and he wasn't sure if he felt comfortable being around people wearing a diaper, especially without any pants. Of course, he could probably find pants in a town with people, but let's just take things as they go.

The rush of wind rustled the trees as it tussled his hair. He could feel it. The sun-shining down onto him was warm, but it wasn't too hot. He had to hand it to whoever (or whatever) rendered this simulation; it didn't exactly look 100% real, but it certainly felt real.

Soon the landscape transitioned. As he walked, the trees and grass thinned into rocky terrain. Then that terrain formed hill-like mounds that only got bigger. The rock was a darker shade of grey, with storm clouds coalescing above the peak of the nearest mountain. It looked like Mordor or something.

Soon he reached the mouth of a cave. Out came a roar, and then the monster that made it.

Towering above him was exactly what was promised to him: a dragon.

Well... sort of.

It looked like it was meant to look it it was a dragon. It was giant and red, walked on all fours, had a pair of bat wings, horns on its head and fin-like protrusions down its back. However, instead of scales, it looked... fuzzy, like it had a layer of fur or felt on it. Whatever sharp angles it had looked blunted, with creases implying that its claws and skin and teeth were sewn together. Even its eyes looked more like little black buttons than anything reptilian.

It was like a giant, animate toy. Fitting perhaps, considering what the setting was.

Info about the dragon appeared as text in his peripheral vision as it gave out a roar.

Great Red Dragon

Level 50

HP: 15000/15000

In spite of how goofy the dragon looked to him, he could not help but be intimidated. After all, he was only Level 1 with starter armor and a starter weapon.

While he tried hiding how afraid he was by valiantly raising his weapon up at the toy dragon, his own body betrayed him when he felt his loins were suddenly warm. Timothy blamed the simulation enforcing this bodily function onto him, but who was he kidding?