Living in another world as an Oni!

Chapter 38: The Armor

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: The Armor

Walking forward cautiously, I keep looking around and and behind me evry few steps.

The inside of the shrine isn't dark, actually filled with glowing blue fire of torches. It looks like your typical dungeon.

Although that didn't help the fact it was dark!!

If there were things that scared the living shit outta me, it would be, zombies, enclosed spaces, people, heights, haunted houses and the DARK!!

I know, I have lots of fear, I get it. Don't judge! They scare me!

*Grab*

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" I screamed and flailed my sword around hoping to strike whatever just touched me!!! I want to call child protection agencies!!

Looking back, I found nothing, chills spread to my skin, my heart beating fast, my body feeling cold...

Yep, nope, I'm out! (●__●)

And so, I turned tails and ran away! I'd rather be fighting skeletons than face that!!!

My feet dragged me straight towards a giant door, on my way here I didn't meet any monsters. I guess the ones are those outside and the boss is the only one inside.

Pushing it, I look around, preparing for a boss to come and attack me!

But...for some reason, there was nothing inside? Only a chest in the middle of the room, that's it...

What the?

*Clang*

I jumped at the noise, only to see a knight armor? walking towards me.

Alerted, I thought it was the boss, but it instead just stood there, just observing.

"Hey! Let go of me! You can't just grab people like that! Ever heard of personal space?!" I yelled, yanking at my hand like my life depended on it. Which, honestly, it might.

Instead of letting go, the knight calmly pointed at the chest behind me with its free hand.

I squinted at it, utterly confused. "What? The chest? What about it?"

The knight gave a small, deliberate shake of its head, as if saying, Don't touch it.

"Ohhh, I see. You're guarding it. Cool, cool, got it," I said, nodding rapidly.

Then, because I have a questionable relationship with survival instincts, I added, "But, uh, what if I want to open it?"

The knight didn't like that. Its grip on my hand tightened just enough to make its point.

"Okay, okay! Chill! I won't open it!" I squeaked, waving my free hand in surrender.

It finally let go of me, and I stumbled back a step, clutching my poor, squished fingers.

"Geez, you're like a paranoid parent locking the cookie jar," I muttered under my breath.

The knight crossed its arms and just stood there, staring at me like it wanted me to leave. Unfortunately, I ain't going anywhere!

So what did I do?

Sit down, that's what.

So now I'm in another staring contest, this time with an armor.

It clearly did not look amused, but it just let me be, actually it carried me away from the chest and put me on it's lap like some baby!

I didn't bother moving or trying to free myself, with my strength, that's not possible.

So, I stayed on it's cold hard lap and wondered what Scarface and the others are doing right now...