The Backpacker (Inochi X Reader)

Inochi X Reader Chapter 2

〘Chapter Two: My favourite Utensil〙
[Perspective Change: First person]

　... I feel a strange sensation on my cheek, as though I was being poked... My Unconsciousness fades away, My body moves. I yawn. "... ... ..." My eyes involuntarily opened, revealing the da-

　"Oh, there, now what Noppo?" My eyes Voluntary widen at the site of the Backpacker I saw yesterday. "..." "Hey Noppo?" I stand up, looming above the Backpacker.  I flare at him in the eyes at an attempt to intimidate him.

　He looked up at me. "..." The look in his white eyes pierced through my soul, as though he's shooting me in the head with the mere glare of those eyes of his. He stood and looked down on me. The same glare in his eyes.

　he drew closer. I backed up. He drew closer. I backed up. He drew even closer. And I backed into the wall. My eyes struggle to look at his. They writhing sense of Horror that his eyes emit. You can see how deep they are, How they Latch onto the soul of the person they lay their gaze upon.

　".." I look away in pure defeat. Embarrassment and Annoyance mixed into my face. Inochi chuckled. "Look at that damn face of yours." The Large monster beside Inochi Hit his shoulder, telling Inochi did something wrong.

　Inochi shuts his eyes tight, and turns quickly, away from me and towards the large Monster. "Look, I'm not Apologizing for something like that!" Inochi shouted at the monster.

　His large backpack faced me. In had a... Mouth? I... I'm not sure what kinf of design it is. Out of curiosity, I drew my finger close the the Teeth of the bag. The teeth were sharp, probably razor sharp. Sharp enough to cut my arm clean off. Heh, it's not a real mouth though.

　I touch the Teeth. "...." It was.. wasn't like fabric... Suddenly the mouth opens to my complete horror. I let out a slight squeal before back into the wall. A young comes out of the mouth and approaches my horrified face.

　I scream. "GET AWAY YOU MONSTER!"" I try to slap the Bag's non existent face. While my hand was in mid flight, destination Bag's Face, Inochi turns and grabs my arm, Again holding it right like he did last time.

　I yield to his vice like grip, and his Soul sucking gaze. He smiles. "You should really stop punching things." He spoke. "Look, It's not like I'm actively out to hurt you, nor is my bag going to any more than lick you in the face, I'm not a killer, Nor do I offer any kind of services that you think I do."