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Chapter 9 by Beyt_Sensei Beyt_Sensei

Should you stay or go?

Traffic is picking up, you should go

I want to get out of here. As much as I like sneaking around, I have no idea what I’m going to do if I get caught. I don’t even know what I’m really doing here. It feels like someone is about to walk in on me jacking off, or something like that. I leave the drawer, then listen at the door, waiting for the hall to go absolutely quiet, then make my way straight for the window. Hitting the ground throws me for a loop after I jump out, but from there I make it back to the treeline.

For pete’s sake, I’m only realizing how nervous I am after nearly getting caught. I have a hard time keeping still as I hide under some vegetation out of sight from the house. Trying to jam myself into that drawer was both frustrating and nerve-wracking. I feel embarrassed just looking back on it. I need to take my mind off of this somehow.

I fail to sit still, trying to regulate my breathing or get comfortable. Any adjustments to my posture always end with me as an amorphous blob, and I have no breathing or real discomfort to adjust. I only have my repetitive, intrusive thoughts and that constant hunger. Maybe, I think, getting something to eat will make me feel better. I just hope I don’t get lost looking around.

After catching my er… After taking time to focus I reshaped myself into the form I had used to follow the elf here. My “animal form” I guess, though I don’t know what animal this would be. I slink off into the woods, trying to distance myself from the house as much as possible as I go into the woods for a snack.

Wandering about the woods, I quickly forget the panic from my close escape, as I manage to track down some snakes. I jump on them, and they squirm and bite at me. The venom makes me feel a little sick, and it’s hard to snap their necks or dissolve them through their scales. I have to wait for them to pass out asphyxiated, and eat them from the inside out. Overall, between the struggle to eat these and the venom now diluting my body, this meal was less than satisfactory. Maybe I ought to stick to eating mammals from here on out.

The worst part is, I’m still hungry and still nervous. I need to keep hunting. For a few hours, that’s what I do. I slip into burrows and mounds to find rabbits and ants. I find some things to eat, and other times I need to wait a while. It gives me time to think. It gives me time to consider how much I hate this. As relaxing as getting something to eat is, I find it equally frustrating.

I am literally rooting through holes. I can taste and feel each of these holes in detail. A lot of the tastes aren’t pleasant. Even if it does help me distinguish rabbit warrens from snake pits, it is disgusting. This isn’t some trip to the fridge to get a hot pocket. This is a hard day of cooking to get a gross soup. It sucks, and I don’t want to live like this. Honestly, it has been a while since I had enough self-esteem to even think about something like that. Maybe it’s the new body, or maybe the new life, but part of me is not happy with this being the rest of my life.

What other options do I have though? Get a job in town? As a monster? Even if I could appear friendly, I doubt anyone would trust me. I don’t see that as a fun option. Should I even consider my fun options. What if I just live in that old temple? That wouldn’t change much. No, if I want to be more than some slime living in the dirt, I need to take action. Even if it’s an action that I was too afraid to take in my previous life. The cowards way is not available. This life is pushing me to crime. I blame the twin goddesses.

Still, I’m not a dirtbag, no matter how seeped in grime I feel. I’m setting my limits now. Should I not kill anyone? Well, maybe I should. I’ll only kill if my life depends on it. Well, if it’s a sentient creature. I still need to eat. Yeah, that’s a good limit, self defense. And… lying? Well, I’ll pick people I trust and not lie to them for sure. That will never come back to bite me, right? Now, stealing…

I’m definitely going to be stealing. I suppose I’ve just been out here eating vermin all day to distract myself from having to steal. It didn’t quite sit right with me, but I needed to do it to live. I wasn’t living in the forest loam, that’s for sure, and I’m going to steal that spellbook first. Whatever is in there, something will be useful. I’m sure there’s some fantasy novel out there somewhere that says magic is the key to the universe.

And, well, that’s it. I still do not know what I was going to do about the people Carnachius and Melanoche want me to **** but, well, I’ll get there when I get there. What do they want me to do, gain some arbitrary number of levels by munching snakes? No, I will set myself up comfortably, thank you very much.

So, no time like the present. With the sun going down, I decide it’s best to head back to that house. I have to scout it out for valuables if I’m planning a heist soon.

What's going on at the house now?

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