The Unwilling Protagonist

Chapter 7: Fear Incarnate: Facing the Devil

Opening Theme:

The morning was relatively quiet. Most of the young adventurers had learned about the wonderful concept of hangovers and burn out. All of them tried to regain their senses after partying hard last night.

Miriam and Charlotte were already awake and changing out of their nightwear and into their robes. Kara wasn't in her bed when the two woke up, but it was early, so they didn't pay any mind to it.

Until...

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Y/N shouted from behind the wall. Miriam and Charlotte jumped at the sudden noise.

"'EY! SHUT UP!" a patron shouted from downstairs.

Miriam and Charlotte rushed to Y/N's room only to see Kara lying naked on his chest. She was latching onto Y/N...again...weirdo.

You're the one telling the story.

And you're the one who wanted me to read it!

"You feel so warm, it's making me sleepy again..." Kara moaned.

"You...!" Y/N grumbled, "Get off!"

"No."

Have you ever tried to forcefully wedge a tick off your body? No? Good, it's bad for your health. Anyway, Y/N was trying to push Kara off of him, but she only clung tighter like a tick. Miriam and Charlotte watched the ordeal with a face that said "I don't want to deal with this" and they shut the door, leaving a protesting Y/N alone with a clingy Kara.

Meanwhile, on the ground floor of the tavern, the adventurers present were trying to enjoy their morning, which was near-impossible, because like I said earlier, some of them had hangovers.

You know, I have some family recipes that can deal with hangovers.

Yeah? Well, the ingredients for them aren't in this time or world.

Anyway, the adventurers all sat down and tried to have a quiet breakfast, until...

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Y/N shouted. Some of the adventurers reacted poorly to loud noise.

"'EY! SHUT UP!" One of the adventurers shouted back.

"Honestly, some people have no decency in the morning..." One girl groaned as she rubbed her head. She was an elven rogue, an agile and graceful being, skilled in the art of knife-play. Her companion, a cat-like man, was also a rogue himself, utilizing his tail to hold an extra blade.

The elf rogue finished her breakfast and stood up to go outside and stretch herself. The cat rouge stared at his companion's figure; while normally, he only saw her as another companion, today felt...different...He stood up to approach her behind and hugged her.

"Hey! Raoul! What are you doing?" The elf asked.

Raoul, the cat rogue, blew on the elf's ears, causing her to tense up.

"Being indecent isn't entirely a bad thing..." He said sultrily.

"Raoul, what are you doing?"

"Oh, come on In'nes...don't tell me you've never felt this way either..."

One of Raoul's hands slowly went to In'nes' chest, while the other moved downwards

"Raoul, stop it!" In'nes protested, grabbing Raoul's hand and turning to face him. Upon doing so, her face changed from anger to horror. Raoul's face was burning with some kind of black smoke. His eyes were glowing red and his face was turning twisted.