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For That One Guy on Tumblr part 13

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoots reader

I'm back! This update is pretty dark tbh.

The next morning you dont talk about it. You because you're giving the guy you're probably gonna die with a little grace, Chilchuck probably because he would rather die. 

The day goes much like the last for the first half of the day. You and Chilchuck make steady progress in the direction you've both agreed is likely to get you out. It's a decision that's based solely on intuition and guess work. The traps kinda seem like they get more complicated working one direction, so probably the labyrinth doesn't want you to go that way. Maybe.

You've started subconsciously thinking of the labyrinth as something alive and you cant help but wonder if it's smart enough to pull a double bluff. Maybe you're marching to your deaths along the path of most resistance because the labyrinth thinks it's funny. 

Your musings are interrupted when Chilchuck abruptly stiffens and makes a "Hsst!" sound at you, whipping his head around. You freeze as well, looking around. You hear it too now that you're paying sttention, the soft padding of paws on stone up ahead. 

Chilchuck grabs your upper arm and roughly yanks you into the nearest room, quietly closing and locking the door behind you. 

It's the same as any of the other rooms you've been in. Barren of anything useful, just four stone walls. 

"You think that's what attacked us before we fell down here?" You ask softly. 

Chilchuck nods grimly. "Sounds like it. Or one of its kind." 

You both fall quiet, listening. 

You hear something walk down the hallway and pause in front of your door. You feel Chilchuck go rigid beside you and you both hold very still. You find yourself holding your breath.

Eventually you hear it moving on and you breathe out, relaxing slightly. Neither of you speak for a little bit. 

"You think it knows we're here?" You break the silence finally, still speaking quietly. 

"I think we have to assume it does now" Chilchuck responds, just as quietly. "We're going to have to be on the lookout for it from now on. If it catches us it's over."

You nod, no way you could fight the thing, even working together. "What do you think it is?" 

"No idea, I didn't exactly get a good look at it. Did you?'

You frown. "It had wings and a beak, I was too busy trying to keep you alive to notice anything else."

He shrugs. "Guess it doesn't really matter."

Eventually you both venture back out into the hallway. You have to keep moving, monster or no. 

You both stay deadly quiet as you work your way down the passages again. There are a couple times one of you hears something and you're forced to duck into one of the rooms and hide. It's exhausting constantly being on high alert, and you're ready to collapse by the time Chilchuck suggests stopping for the night. 

You both gather what wood you can from the torches outside. Maybe enough for a couple hours. 

You both sit against a wall staring into the flames. You feel dizzy and faint. Normally you could go longer without food but you hadn't fully recovered from rez sickness by the time you were separated from the party. This wasn't good. 

Chilchuck breaks the silence this time. "You look rough."

You glance up from where you've sunk down in a half stupor. "Fuck you." 

"I'm serious. I know you can't have been recovered fully from getting resurrected and you also took a lot of energy to heal me. How much longer can you keep going?" 

You glare at him, trying to quell the rising panic in your chest. "As long as I need to." 

Chilchuck snaps back. "There's no need for fucking bravado, I just need to know when you're going to collapse on me. I can tell just by looking at you you're not going to make it much longer." His voice gets a little softer. "Look I'm not gonna just leave you behind if that's what you're worried about. Even if you're too weak to help me with traps I'm gonna keep you with me as long as I can. I'm not just gonna abandon you."

You grit your teeth. "A day. Maybe. Maybe two if you take over the bulk of disarming." 

Chilchuck nods. He doesn't seem surprised. "Alright, I can work with that." 

There's another silence. 

"Do you know any offensive magic?"

You glance up, surprised. "No. Just healing magic. I'm not half bad at healing when I'm not fucked up concussed but I don't know anything else off the top of my head. Why?"

He shrugs. "Just not a bad idea to get an idea of your capabilities. You know, just in case." 

You nod grimly. "Yeah well we're shit out of luck. We didn't get around to anything beyond healing. We were going to start on offensive magic but, well, I died right as we were getting started." 

Chilchuck turns to look at you. "Who taught you magic anyway? Not many will teach halffoots and not many halffoots are stupid or desperate enough to learn." 

"My party mage." You reply. "He wasn't exactly a reputable mage and he didn't care what I was as long as he had some kind of backup in case he got badly injured. None of us were really thinking about the possibility of an afterwards, so we didn't care about consequences." 

"Why were you all so set on killing the mage anyway? Why were you so desperate?" Chilchuck asks slowly. 

You wriggle your way up into a more seated position, eyes still fixed dully ahead. "The deal still stands, you tell me even one personal thing about you and I'll think about telling you something. Professional distance works both ways."

"I have three daughters." He says, like it's a confession wrenched from him. "I was married, now I'm not, we went our separate ways." 

You turn your head to stare at him and he glances away. You wet your lips. "What are their names?" 

For a minute you think he's not going to answer and then he says "Meijack, Flertom, and Puckpattie." 

"Oh." You say, and go back to staring straight ahead. "I had a daughter. And a husband. I'm not married anymore either. After our daughter - well after, we just didn't make it. Went our separate ways too. It was better that way." 

Chilchuck is very quiet next to you as you continue. "So that's why. I don't care about any rewards. I just want to be a part of the party that takes down the bastard that caused all this. For - for her." 

You take a deep breath. "I don't know the others stories, I think they were similar. We didn't talk about it."

"Oh." He replies. And then neither of you speak anymore. There's no reason to. 

Eventually you pass out from exhaustion, curled up on the cold stone floor. 

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For That One Guy on Tumblr part 12

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

Short update this time

Chilchuck finishes as quickly as you did, and curtly informs you that he's done. 

Both of you wind up sitting against one of the walls, staring blankly out into the dimly lit room, too exhausted to do anything else. The adrenaline has fully worn off now that you're not moving and have nothing left to do, and the reality of the situation is finally catching up to you both.

"Well." You break the silence finally. "This fucking sucks."

Chilchuck is silent for half a beat more, and then makes a sound that is halfway between a snort and a chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah it does." He snorts again, and then begins to laugh, half choking on it. You stare at him, and then find yourself joining in, giggling half hysterically. You both laugh for far too long over something that was barely a joke to begin with.  

You finally choke out "We are absolutely dying here." and then burst into another fit of laughter. The idea is hilarious to you all of a sudden. You've both fought so hard, survived so much, and you're going to starve to death because of bad luck. What a funny twist of fate. 

Chilchuck seems to have gained some form of control over himself. He's still visibly fighting back a laugh but he's regaining his composure. "Alright, pull yourself together. Maybe we will die here, but there's no point in giving up." 

His seriousness and rigorous adherence to the rules suddenly seems even more funny to you than it already did. You start laughing harder, and then lean back against him, letting half of your back be supported by his chest. You're not quite in his lap, but it's close. He goes rigidly stiff. 

"Ah lighten up" you say easily. "I'm not giving up, and I know you're not either. What's wrong with a little laughter in the dark?" 

You're being facetious, but you're at the fuck it stage of continuous fear and adrenaline. You're ready to start having some fun with it. 

He's still stiff under you, but notably hasn't made any move to push you off or gotten pissed at you. 

"We're coworkers." He says abruptly. "Any sexual contact-".

You snort uncontrollably, and start laughing again. What little you can see of his face out of the corner of your eye is brilliant red. "Does this count as fucking to you?" You choke out. "Because that would explain a lot." 

He sputters a bit, and then says "All I was trying to say was that we shouldn't have sex! I assumed you were initiating something!" 

You laugh so hard it feels like you might genuinely throw up, while he sits stiffly, looking distinctly, wildly mortified. 

"What you-" you choke out. "You thought - thought I was gonna ask to work off some of that almost dying adrenaline? Maybe -" you break into laughter again. "Maybe pull the last night on earth line? And you were going to say 'sorry I know this will be my last chance to get laid but I'm going to refuse because -" you double over, ribs actually hurting now. "'because my contract says no sex with coworkers'??? Come ON man." 

Chilchuck looks indignant. "Well it's not like I don't want to have sex with you! you're just really banged up and concussed and you're stuck working with me! I'm just trying to not take-" 

You wheeze loudly. "HA." You're almost incoherent now. 

You curl up on the ground and make an indecipherable series of sounds reminiscent of a pipe organ being cleaned, or perhaps a cat being hit with a broom but the cat has something stuck in its throat.

"Are. Are you okay?" Chilchuck asks. He sounds genuinely concerned. 

You finally manage to regain some semblance of control over your vocal chords. 

"YOU WERE PROJECTING!" you choke out between wheezing gasps. "AHAHA YOU WANNA FUCK ME SO BAD IT MAKES YOU STUPID." 

Chilchuck doesn't even try to deny it. Just stares down at you with the distinct look of a man who wishes he were dead. 

You're stuck dying in a labyrinth with an emotionally constipated and apparently very horny man and it's the funniest goddamn thing that's ever happened to you. 

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For That One Guy On Tumblr part 11

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

TW: suicidal ideation

The two of you sit in silence for a while. Half companionable, half just exhausted. You're warm and comfortable. Chilchucks thighs are, as to be expected, boney and wiry, but they're still much better than the floor. His arm is still resting across your waist, and you're snug against him. It's....nice, actually. It's been a while since someone touched you gently like this. The makeshift fire Chilchuck made is probably going to burn out soon. It looks like he just ripped a few torches off the walls. But it's cozy. It's nice. 

Finally, Chilchuck breaks the silence.

"Look, we've got bigger problems right now, but we're gonna talk about how we're gonna handle you doing magic at some point. You know what happens to halffoots who practice magic, and we've already got Marcille doing shady black magic shit."

You stiffen, both offended and a little scared. Whether he'd meant it or not, there was an implicit threat in his words. 

"I don't do black magic."

He snorted derisively. "Like that fucking matters to the elves."

"Well I don't see any elves down here. You gonna tattle on me?"

There is a pause, just a little too long for your liking, before Chilchuck says. "No, it'd get me and my party in even deeper shit if there was a fucking halffoot mage wrapped up with us." 

You scowl, your head still hurts like hell. "yeah sure that's the only reason you're gonna protect me, and I guess it's the same reason you made sure I ate slowly enough to keep it down when you first found me, and why you gave me those ankle wraps, and why you're cuddled up all sweet with me now." 

Chilchuck snatches his arm up from around your waist like he'd been burned. 

"I- I don't - I'm not- I had to cushion your head! YOU went and got yourself concussed and then used all your mana! I wasn't being....unprofessional!" 

You (slowly, carefully, painfully) sit up off his lap and look at him. He makes a movement like he wants to steady you, but stops himself. You raise an eyebrow. 

"Sure. Now let's figure out how we're going to survive this." 

There's not actually much to go over. You're trapped in a labyrinth. You need to find food and water. You're both banged up. You're out of mana for the foreseeable future.

Your best bet is to start walking. The dungeon will probably give you water, and maybe. Just maybe. You can put the skills Chilchuck picked up from Senshi to good use.

If you can find a monster that won't just kill you in your fucked up state. 

Neither of you talk about what to do long term. Either you figure a way out of the labyrinth, or your party (somehow) finds you, or you die. It's not worth discussing. 

Regardless, there's not much else to do. You pick a direction and start walking. 

There's the same ease of working with Chilchuck as previously. Even with your still somewhat foggy mind and his remaining injuries you manage to make it slowly and steadily through the labyrinth without triggering any traps. 

Eventually you find a room with a small fountain and chug water until your stomach feels a little less like it's trying to eat itself. 

You glance at Chilchuck, who is doing the same thing. "We're gonna need to stop and sleep, and this room would probably be the best to do it in." 

He nods. He looks as exhausted as you feel. 

"Yeah...no traps or other dangers I can see. Torches. A single door we can shut and lock. A water source. This'll be the best we can hope for." 

"Yup, I don't think we're gonna find better. I'm also gonna go ahead and wash the blood off me and clean out my wounds as best I can now we have a source of running water." 

Chilchuck nods again. "I'll step outside."

You snort. "Don't be stupid. We shouldn't separate. Just face the wall, I don't care."

He looks uncomfortable. "Are you....sure?" 

You say. "Yeah I'm sure, no real point to modesty now, and anyway, it's not like you've never seen tits before. I assume you'll want to go right after me anyway." 

He just shrugs. "Alright, let me just lock the door then if we're settling down."

Chilchuck gets the door shut and locked and then plops down, resolutely facing it. 

You give yourself a quick whores bath, wincing as the cold water hits the scrapes and cuts littering your body. You carefully clean out all of them, praying the water is safe. Itd be terrible to get an infection without any way of healing it. 

Once you're finished you feel a lot more like a person, although it feels terrible having to put your nasty clothes back on. 

You walk over to Chilchuck, still patiently facing the wall, and tap him on the shoulder. He jumps. 

"Your turn."

You take your place at the wall, and he goes through what you assume is the same process. You hear him swearing softly under his breath as the cold water hits the cuts and scrapes you know he has as well. 

You let your mind drift a bit. You're exhausted, body and soul. You wonder if this is it, if your luck has finally ran out. You'd thought that same thing way back when, but maybe being saved was just a reprieve from the inevitable. You'd always known it would end like this, dying bloody and broken in the thing that had eaten so much that was important to you. It was fitting, you were at peace with it. 

You would die and your body would rot and you would join the ghosts that haunted this place. You just hoped you could get a shot at the bastard that had started this whole thing first. After that, you didn't care. 

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For That One Guy on Tumblr part 10

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

TW: discussion of head injuries, concussion, blood.

You hit the ground with a *THUMP*, you and Chilchuck half cushioned by each other's bodies. Your head still ricochets off the floor with a *CRACK*. 

You wake up. Or maybe you were always awake. You don't know. You lay there for...a while. It's nice. It's comfy. There's no beaks and claws and wings. No falling. You feel pleasantly cushioned from whatever is happening, your head and ears ringing faintly. 

Some time passes. 

Slowly you become aware that there is...sticky liquid on you. A lot of sticky liquid. Huh. That doesn't feel nice. 

Oh. 

Fuck. 

Oh fuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohgodohno

You lurch to a semi sitting position and manage to slur out. 

"CHILCHUCK."

The room is dark and you can't see shit but he's still half wrapped around you, and he's. He's not cold at the least. There's that. You've been out for a while, right? He'd be cold, right? You know what a dead body feels like.

You frantically fumble around to find his neck and press your fingers to the thick vein running up the side of it. For a moment, you think there's nothing there, and then you feel the faintest flutter. 

He's alive. 

You breathe out in relief, no way you could rez him, and there's a solid chance you'll never see the party again. You wouldn't have been able to get him back to the surface before he rotted off the bone. A death now means a death for real. No taking it back. No tricksy magics. No second chances. 

Your still foggy brain scrambles around for a plan. You need to heal him. You have to heal him. But you can't see anything....

Light. You need light. But you can't leave him, and you'll need every ounce of magic you have in you for the healing. 

For the first time, you realize it's not *quite* fully pitch black. You can make out the dim outline of your hands. 

You glance around, each shift of your head bringing a new wave of pain. 

There's a thin crack of light a few feet away from you, off to your right. 

*Like an angel* you think, half delirious. 

You carefully extricate yourself from the heap of tangled limbs that is Chilchuck and crawl over to the door. Even concussed and in the dark, it's a matter of seconds to pick the flimsy lock. You almost feel a sense of professional scorn. You ease the door open, letting light spill into the room. 

It's empty, thankfully, just a standard store room or guard room or whatever it was supposed to be, not even any crates or barrels. Unfortunately it's empty of any holes in the wall that could have dumped you there as well. More labyrinth fuckery. 

The door opens into a hallway lit by torches, no movement or sounds there either. You only open the door enough to let what light you need in though, no sense in being stupid. 

You crawl back over to Chilchuck, not quite ready to test your balance yet.

He doesn't look good, sprawled limply out on the floor, breath shallow.

Automatically, you look him over and catalogue the injuries. To your relief, it's not as bad, or at least not as complicated, as you had initially feared. There's a lot of blood but the only obvious life threatening injury is the head wound he sustained from the hippogriff. Anything else will have to wait. 

You take a deep breath and lay your hands on his blood covered head. The words come slowly and haltingly, you wrestle them through the slow moving fog of your mind, but you get there in the end. 

The blood flows back and his eyes open, he sits straight up with a gasp. The backlash hits you at almost the same time, and you double over, making sure to vomit *away* from him. 

Through the spinning haze of mana sickness you see him glance around, take stock of his surroundings and you on the ground, and very calmly say. "What the fuck?"

And then you suppose you finally, mercifully, pass out. Letting the darkness and the spinning haze of colors take you at last. 

When you wake up you're surprisingly comfortable, you feel warm and groggy and your head is resting on something more comfortable than the hard stone floor, and you hear the crackle of a fire. For a very confusing half a second you wonder blearily if someone got a bed into the dungeon. Then you realize you're half draped over someone's lap, carefully arranged on your side.

Panicking slightly, you start to lever yourself up into a sitting position but a firm hand lands on your shoulder and stops you. 

"No. Give yourself a second." 

You relax. It's just Chilchuck. Thank fuck.

He sighs and says "You scared the shit out of me. Didn't know if you were going to wake up." 

You settle back down a little awkwardly. You groan a bit, your head spinning. "What happened?" 

"Whats the last thing you remember?" 

Chilchucks voice is soft, you can tell he's trying to be gentle and careful. Surprisingly considerate coming from him. 

You squint, pushing your aching brain back. "There was...a monster."

He makes a hum of agreement. "And then what?"

Still that same gentle tone. It's starting to freak you out a bit. He must've really been scared. The hand is still resting on your shoulder, whether for your comfort or his or because he hasn't noticed it's still there. Or perhaps because he thinks you're going to make a break for it. Whatever, you don't exactly mind it. 

"The....we fell down...something. there was..." 

You try to sit up again. "There was blood! Holy SHIT there was a lot of blood." 

His hand presses down again, arm coming around to gently press you back into him. "Easy! Easy. Everything's fine. We're all okay. I'm okay, you're okay."

You settle down again, head spinning from your sudden exertion. "Okay....now I think I remember. We landed in here. I healed you and then I passed out...yeah?" 

"Yeah. That was another stupid thing to do." 

There's no bite to his voice, he just sounds tired. 

You snort and then groan again as your head throbs. "You keep saying that."

"Yeah well make smarter decisions and I'll stop saying it."

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For That One Guy On Tumblr part 9

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

You and Chilchuck both turned to find everyone staring at you curiously.

Marcille spoke first. "Is everything okay guys? That looked like an argument."

You and Chilchuck glanced at each other, then you turned back to her. "yeh kind of, it was just a disagreement about halffoot politics stuff." 

No need for the rest of the party to know about your business, and they might be offended by Chilchuck saying it was more important for you to survive than Izutzumi. Izutzumi didn't seem like she cared, but she was Izutzumi. Chilchuck seemed to agree, because he just nodded and said. "So what are we eating Senshi?" 

Senshi brightened. "Just some simple pan fried mushroom burgers! I also ground the lamb and made more traditional burgers, you can stack both on the same burger or have one of each! And I believe -" he turned to you. "you should be able to eat with us now as long as you don't start feeling sick. It's very important for you to get enough carbohydrates, fats and proteins so your body can start building itself up." 

You stacked the lamb and mushroom patties and took a bite. It was delicious. Everyone else agreed, except for Izutzumi, who rigorously refused to eat anything except for a plain lamb patty. 

You ate in silence while the rest of the party chatted about the labyrinth and different strategies for dealing with it. Marcille thought it might work to keep their right hands on a wall at all times, Chilchuck thought that was stupid, Laois was interested in the patterns of the labyrinth changing. 

You noticed Senshi was keeping oddly quiet. You didn't know what was normal for this groups dynamic, but he seemed lost in thought. You wondered what was up with that. 

"You know, it's odd that we haven't seen ANY monsters." Laois said. You glanced up, and you noticed Senshi did too. "At this level there should be all kinds of things, so where are they?" 

The others made various noises of assent, and Chilchuck said "there have been a lot of traps, maybe it's just traps right now, and monsters will be further in."

Senshi looked away. There was definitely something he wasn't sharing. Who was he anyhow? Did he really sign on with this party as a cook? Laois was rescuing his sister, Marcille was the knight in shining armor to Falin's damsel in distress, Chilchuck was paid to be here, and Izutzumi was Izutzumi. Probably she had just decided to come along. But what about Senshi? What was his role in all this? 

Oh well, not like it mattered much anyway, and if you started poking into people they'd probably start poking back. And who knew where that would lead. 

Abruptly, a sound caught your attention. You frowned, glancing up to meet Chilchucks eyes, he'd heard it too. Then he looked over your shoulder down the passageway and you saw his eyes widen and his mouth start to open to yell something. You didn't bother checking behind you, you just threw yourself to the side and rolled to a half crouch facing down the hallway. 

The world devolved into a blur of feathers and limbs and slashing beak. You saw Chilchuck go down, blood streaming from his head, before the creature whipped around to face Laois in time to dodge a sword blow-god the man was actually good at something other than talking about monsters thank the stars. 

You lunged for Chilchuck while the thing was distracted by the whirl of magic and swords and claws, the hallway was too tight for any of the party to really get a good blow in, a fireball whizzed too close by your ear. You hauled Chilchucks (corpse? Please no-) limp body out of the way, and threw yourself back against a wall, planning on trying to crawl out of the way. 

There was a soft *chunk!* And you fell backwards, Chilchucks weight and your own momentum sending you tumbling back into the room that had just opened up. 

Then you continued to slide, gravel and loose rock ripping at your clothes and face. 

Disoriented, all you could do was clutch Chilchuck as you tumbled uncontrollably down and pray to whatever god would hear you that you'd get out of this fucking mess alive. 

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For That One Guy On Tumblr part 8

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

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You'd been afraid working with Chilchuck would be difficult, if not impossible, but you soon settled into an easy rhythm with him. With the both of you working together, you could cover more ground. Soon you worked out an almost code to signal to each other, quiet warnings and quick clicks of the tongue. 

The traps were sporadic and sometimes difficult to find and prepare for. Sometimes they were triggered by movement, sometimes by pressure. You weren't sure if you would have been able to get through them all alone. 

The labyrinth changed around you as you moved, doors clicking into place or disappearing. Soon you'd been unwillingly shunted off what you'd thought was the main corridor into who knows where. 

Eventually you came to a dead end. Chilchuck huffed in exasperation. "Damnit I'll have to either find some way through this or we'll need to backtrack, which would lose us a lot of time."

"Well if it's going to be a minute until we can move on we might as well stop for a meal now." Senshi said cheerfully. 

He stopped and made a move to unpack. You held up a hand. "hold on! Let me check this area for traps." 

You quickly combed the area. Surprisingly, it was completely clean for about ten feet away from the dead end. Definitely enough to set up a quick camp site. 

Once finished, Senshi began happily unpacking and then slicing up the walking mushroom. You joined Chilchuck in poking around the walls for hidden passageways. 

"There's no traps right around here. Not for another ten feet back" You said. 

"Yup, that's why I'm thinking it's not actually a dead end. Something's gotta move"

You nodded, and continued combing over the wall, poking and prodding at the bricks. 

"That was a really dumb thing you did back there."

You glanced up, affronted. Did you somehow miss a trap? "What? What did I do?"

"You know what I mean!" Chilchuck quietly hissed. "Tackling Izutzumi! There was a solid chance that wouldn't have worked and you haven't built up nearly enough body mass for resurrection to work again! We could have resurrected Izutzumi, I don't know if we could have resurrected you. It's not our job to put ourselves in danger unnecessarily! It's not brave, it's just stupid." 

You bristled and hissed back. "It wasn't like I planned that! I saw someone in danger and reacted. If I'd stopped to make a thought out plan Izutzumi would have died, and I don't know if you noticed but she's not exactly over abundant in body mass herself."

"Yes but she has more than you do! We *have* to keep expectations consistent across all halffoot workers, that's how this works and how the union continues to function. Yeah maybe you're okay with putting your life at risk for a stupid fucking reason but no halffoot should be forced into that!" 

"I'm not part of the union." You shot back. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Izutzumi watching you with a bored expression. Ah. Cat ears.

You switched seamlessly into your native tongue, your voice rising a bit from anger. "When I went into the dungeon there were no regulations and you had to do whatever it took to prove you deserved to be here! Yeah we're both halffoots, but you're a man and you're tall for a halffoot, do you have any idea what it's like to be a tiny halffoot *woman* trying to get people to take her seriously? I learned how to fight and how to do stuff like that out of *necessity* because otherwise I would have been dropped by the wayside! And I don't have a contract with this party, and it might be nice to have another trap guy but they don't actually *need* me, and I'm telling you right now I will NOT be left behind and I WILL do WHATEVER it takes to be a part of this party. I don't give a shit about your fucking union. Let me take my own risks and stop treating me like a goddamn child, I have enough of that from the other races." 

You were half yelling by the end of that and your face was flushed and hot.  How dare he try and sit there and talk you through how halffoots were exploited like you hadn't gone through it too? Preaching on his fucking high horse. 

Chilchuck scowled, but he looked just slightly taken aback. He'd glanced at Izutzumi when you did and probably had picked up what you had, because he answered in the same language. "You don't have... Fuck you're right. I can probably negotiate one for you, you really don't have to do stuff like that just to be in this party. Why does it even matter to you so much? You don't need to stay here, you don't need to be doing this, we can just send you back. Marcilles all shy about it but they can learn the home spell from their book I bet. She picks stuff up real fast." 

You grit your teeth and pointed an accusatory finger at him. "Tell me. ONE. personal fact. About yourself." 

He blinked, mouth hanging open before he snapped it shut. "What?" 

"I've heard Marcille referencing her school, Laois talks about his sister and a bit about his village, Senshi won't shut up about the stuff he's into, and Izutzumi is Izutzumi, but YOU don't share SHIT. so if you want ME to start sharing you better fucking open up too buddy."

"I- that's not- what- I keep my personal and professional life very separate!"

You grinned. "Then don't expect me to be any different." 

Chilchuck opened his mouth to retort, before shutting it again. Then he shrugged. "Yeah that's fair, keep your reasons to yourself, I'll negotiate you a contract anyway, just forms sake." 

You put your hand down, the wind a bit let out of your sails. You hadn't expected him to back down so easy and you felt oddly...disappointed. it'd been a bit since you'd had a really good knock down drag out argument. 

"Food is ready!" Senshi said "Come and eat while it's hot!" 

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For That One Guy on Tumblr part 7

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

*minor spoilers for Marcille's backstory if you are an anime only person. It just involves one of her parents. It's in the paragraph that starts with "yeah sure"*

Senshi and Izutzumi stopped talking and everyone glanced around quickly and then looked at Chilchuck. 

Marcille raised her staff, and Laois put a hand on his sword. 

"Look around you!" Chilchuck said brusquely. "We're in a fucking labyrinth!"

Marcille groaned. "Reeeeaaaalllllllyyyy? I thought that was lower down!"

"Well the thing about a labyrinth is that it *moves*" Chilchuck said. 

"I know that!" Marcille snapped back. "everyone knows that! But not usually whole floors right??"

Laois interjected. "This must be because of the changes we've seen in the dungeon! Whole floors must be shifting up and down. We can't expect anything to be the same."

You noticed Senshi looked a little pale. 

"Anyway, everyone keep behind me now." Chilchuck said. "Things are about to get real dicey. Izutzumi that goes for you as well."

Abruptly, he turned to you. "You can help, just stay behind me as well until I can see you know what you're doing. I don't want to get skewered because you didn't catch a spear trap." 

"Yeah sure." Little fucker. You knew how to spot a fucking spear trap. Even newbs knew how to spot a fucking spear trap. Whatever, he was probably genuinely pretty competent and he'd had to deal with these blundering other races for so long he'd probably forgotten what other halffoots were like. I mean even the elf looked like she was half tall-man, so she was probably more solid and clumsy than a regular elf. 

You slipped your shoes off, there was a decent chance you'd need to be ready to spot pressure traps and you wanted to be prepared. Plus the floor looked smooth, without any sharp points to cut yourself on anyways. You hadn't had a chance to get some fabric to make your regular ankle brace wraps and you felt kind of naked without them. 

"Hey hang on." You glanced up to see Chilchuck sorting through his pack. He grabbed something, pulled it out, and thrust it at you. Two neatly rolled long strips of white fabric. "You'll probably need this. I didn't think of it before. Do you know how to wrap your ankles?"

"Of course I do." You snapped. Again only a base newb wouldn't know to do that. Even as early as you entering the dungeon that had been standard procedure for whoever dealt with traps. You sat down and started to put them on.

The others waited around impatiently while you quickly wrapped your ankles. You felt uncomfortable doing it with an audience, and they probably didn't understand the necessity, but if you had the choice you were not going to go without ankle protection. No fucking way you were going to turn an ankle again and have to limp along for days, half useless.  

While you were getting situated, Senshi quickly and expertly cut up the mushroom and wrapped it in some kind of leaf, muttering happily to himself about how lucky they were to find such a flavorful ingredient. This also seemed to remind him about your revival sickness, and he pulled out a flask and made you drink some more broth once your wraps were on.

Finally, everything was set up and the party set off again. They moved slowly, you stayed slightly behind Chilchuck as he had requested.

At first everything seemed clear. The plan was to stick to what seemed the main passage and try not to go off from it. 

Then you stepped on a tile and felt it start to shift. 

You threw your weight back on your other foot, thanking all the gods you'd still been stepping carefully, and said "hey! We got something here!" 

Chilchuck immediately froze and looked around at you, and most of the other party members seemed to take it with varying degrees of seriousness, but Izutzumi just brushed past you. "Why are we so worried? Who cares if there's a few traps, I'm tired of waiting around."

She stepped on a tile just in front of you, and you heard a soft *click!*. In a fraction of a second you pieced together trigger tile + holes in the wall at head height. Arrow trap. Maybe an eighth of a second delay.

Reflexively, you dove forward at Izutzumi in a low tackle, driving your shoulder into the back of her knees. You threw your whole weight behind it, and it worked. She collapsed on top of you as the arrows sailed harmlessly just above the both of you. 

She hissed and violently untangled herself from you. 

"THAT" you gasped out, winded by her elbow in your stomach. "IS WHY WE WORRY." 

"Izutzumi!" Chilchuck looked more pissed than you'd ever seen him, but stayed frozen in place. "stay the fuck back! We can't do our fucking jobs if you're in the way and it'll be a hell of a lot faster if you just stay back!" 

"I would've been able to dodge the arrows on my own!" Izutzumi snarled back. "Y/N just-"

"Like hell you would! Y/N saved you from being skewered by arrows, now learn a lesson from this and STAY. BACK." 

She looked like she might be about to argue the point but Marcille put a hand on her shoulder. "Why don't we let Chilchuck and Y/N do what theyre good at, it wouldn't be good to have to ressurect you. You can walk back with me if you want?" She said hopefully. 

Izutzumi grumbled but sulked back into the back of the party with Marcille, who looked pleased. 

Chilchuck turned to you and huffed, rolling his eyes at you in a "can you believe who I have to work with" way. "Come on, come up with me. You do that half of the corridor, I'll do the other half. Everyone else, ONLY step where we step, got it? ONLY where either ME or Y/N steps, okay? Tell me, OUT LOUD that you understand." 

Everyone except for Izutzumi nodded and voiced various expressions of assent, and Marcille firmly linked elbows with her. Ah well, that would have to do. 

Chilchuck seemed to think so as well, and jerked his head at you, moving carefully to the left to allow you to come up beside him on the other side of the corridor. 

Together you continued to carefully work your way down the corridor. 

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For That One Guy on Tumblr part 6

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

The party trudged through the icy floor they'd found you on. 

At one point Laois pointed out where they'd dug you out of the ice. There were what looked like explosions, signs of battle, and a dead ice golem. Ahhh so they'd been fighting something else and your body had just happened to have been uncovered. That made sense. 

You spotted a chunk of fabric attached to...something, and shuddered. Looks like they hadn't collected everything. The experience of seeing your own flesh, disconnected and dead was surreal. Maybe you should take it along with you as a souvenir. Laois would probably be all too ready to help you pickle it. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder and jumped. Turning, you saw Chilchuck. 

"Hey, come on, you're starting to fall behind."

You hadn't even realized you'd stopped to stare at the remains of your death, but the party had indeed started to pull ahead. 

Chilchuck turned without another word and you fell in step beside him as you both caught back up to the party. 

The door to the next part of the dungeon opened into what looked like one long hallway, bending to the right off in the distance. You stepped through the threshold and immediately shucked off the blanket you'd had to borrow to use as a jacket. It felt wonderfully warm in here. 

As the party continued walking you noticed that they had been working together long enough to automatically sort themselves into an order that made sense for combat. Laois was up front with Senshi, the two most durable heavy hitters. Then Marcille, presumably for quick backup and/or healing. Then Chilchuck, who would need to be out of the way of any fighting, and would be best equipped to hear anything sneaking up from behind. Izutzumi drifted around wherever, up in front, back behind, racing ahead and then flopping down and digging a stone out of her shoe. You weren't sure what her role in the party was yet, but she seemed extremely agile and confident, so you'd guess she could hit a lot harder than her skinny frame and lack of obvious weaponry would suggest. They really were all very well coordinated and used to working with each other. 

You kept in line with Chilchuck. Both because of all the tactical stuff you'd just run through, and because it was nice to get to chat with another halffoot again. It'd been a year since you'd seen another halffoot when you went into the dungeon, and then another six months or so in the dungeon.

Up ahead Laois and Senshi appeared to be in excited conversation about cooking the remnants of the barometz. From the sounds of it Senshi was looking forward to taking advantage of the tender meat to make delicious stir fry, and Laois was theorizing about the best way to use the plant as bait for larger monsters.

You glanced at Chilchuck. "Laois and Senshi seem to be having fun."  

He chuckled. "Yeah they do that. They're both kinda freaks about monsters, Laois MUCH more so. That guy..." He shook his head ruefully. "I mean don't get me wrong, he's a good fighter, and the monster knowledge helps him fight and survive, and he's even picked up some healing magic so he's a good guy to have on your side, but he just does not understand social or cultural norms or how to deal with people. Plus he's just kinda a freak about it."

You nodded. Up ahead, Laois and Senshi dropped their voices a bit and started discussing meals that would be suitable for you to eat until you recovered from revival sickness. 

You grimaced. "Ah, have they not..."

"Realized we can hear them even if they think they're too far away? No they haven't, they still think of me as a tallman child after all, I doubt they clock that we can do stuff they can't." He snorted and said. "I bet they think of you as a toddler. After all they already think I'm a kid and you're so much shorter than me."

"Wha- hey!" You spluttered. "I'm not the one that's short, you're ridiculously tall! Being around the tall races has warped your idea of whats normal for sure."

Chilchuck grinned. "Regardless of what's normal for us they're still gonna ruffle your hair first chance they get. Mark my words." 

You'd interacted with enough of the other races to know he was probably right. You'd been able to work people underestimating you to your favor sometimes but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying. 

Up ahead there was a strangled yelp, like a cat being sat on. Marcille gasped. "Izutzumi!" And started sprinting ahead to where the corridor took a sharp right turn. 

Laois and Senshi followed suit. You and Chilchuck followed but quietly dropped back to keep some distance.

You came skidding around the corner to see a very mangled walking mushroom and Izutzumi standing over it looking cranky. 

"Izutzumi!" Marcille gasped out. "are you okay?? What happened??"

"I can't stand these things." Izutzumi growled. She turned to Senshi, who was already inspecting the mushroom. "You better not be thinking about putting that into my food! I will NOT be eating-"

You heard a faint series of "chunk" sounds, like a series of very large stones softly falling into place. You whipped your head around, looking for the source. Chilchuck also started glancing around, but no one else reacted. It must have been out of their hearing range. 

it didn't take long to find the source. A solid wall had risen up in the corridor you'd just come down, and doors and turns had opened up in the corridor you'd just entered. 

Chilchuck turned to Senshi and Izutzumi. "Stop squabbling about that! We've got bigger problems." 

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Doodle based on a convo with @dunmeshichilchuck where we talked about a modern au with the gang where they’re all night shift employees at a McDonald’s, and Chilchuck is the perpetually exhausted grumpy manager teehee

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For That One Guy on Tumblr part 5

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

Your first thought on waking up was to wonder what the hell you'd drunk last night to give you such a nasty hangover. 

Your second thought was "is something...breathing on me?"

You opened your eyes and stared straight into the worried gaze of an uncomfortably close and extremely blond elf.  

She sighed with apparent relief. "Oh thank goodness! You've been sleeping for hours! I thought maybe something had gone wrong with the resurrection spell and you might not wake up, it's just such an unknown area of resurrection magic as to how long someone can be dead before they're resurrected!"

You squinted, brain churning a long for a few minutes before you caught up with the fact that you had, in fact, died and been turned into a Popsicle. "Hrghhh....yeah...yeah 'm fine. Got one hell of a headache though. Why didn't you just wake me up if it's so late?"

Marcille fidgeted with her staff. "I wanted to but -" she shot a glare at the other party members. "They wouldn't let me!"

"It's not like it would make much sense to wake someone up just to make sure they still can wake up." Chilchuck grumbled. "do you want them fully recovered or not? They'll need to rest without you poking them awake every 10 minutes." 

Laois nodded. "Yeah and if something WAS going wrong you'd be able to see it right? Falin told me if resurrection magic went wrong you'd just kinda melt!" 

"You wouldn't- it's not melting! Why would you say it like that?"

You interjected before they could get going again. "Who's Falin?" 

Chilchuck glanced over at you. "Falin's his sister." He gestured at Laois. "She's the main reason we're here. We were trying to rescue and ressurect her but something...." He glanced at Marcille briefly, an odd, almost warning look on his face. "went wrong. And now the mad mage has transformed her into something else and is controlling her." He shrugged. "If we want to get Falin back we're going to need to defeat the mad mage."

Huh, that was. Interesting. 

"What...what exactly went wrong?" You asked, unsure if you actually wanted to know the answer. 

Laois opened his mouth to say something, but Chilchuck shot him a glare and jumped in. "We don't know, she'd been dead for a long time and we had to reassemble her body." He shrugged again. "Who knows with resurrection magic? Shit just goes south sometimes." 

Well that was even more interesting. With that and what you'd heard before they realized you were conscious....there was definitely some shady magical shit going down. 

You looked at Marcille dubiously. Normally you'd think some kind of black magic, but was this prim and proper cream puff of a barely adult child really capable of crimes against god? For heavens sakes she'd been so embarrassed about the bra thing even. You couldn't picture her in combat, let alone casting some kind of banned black magic. She'd probably get too anxious and not be able to go through with it, and why would she even study that? It seemed like her field was relatively narrow if she didn't know the leaving spell.

Definitely very interesting, and potentially very dangerous. If they knew what you'd heard and what you suspected this could get very dicey for you. The best course of action would be to play dumb as a rock. 

You nodded. "Oh yeah no I know, I don't know much about magic but I know ressurrection magic is one of those things that we don't know much about, right? Cause it's so new and everything. I've heard of some weeeiiiirrrddd stuff happening in other groups. People not fully resurrecting or even getting body swapped. And who knows how the mad mage is involved in that? Hell maybe he could control ANYONE resurrected in his dungeon, but he just went after your sister for some reason." 

Lies. Blatant lies too. You weren't dumb and you'd asked as many questions as you could of the mage in your old group. You could even cast some basic healing magic if it came down to it. You'd only had one mage in the party, and you were the only one not directly involved in combat every time, so it made sense for him to teach you some quick and dirty spells in case he was incapacitated. Not that you'd ever reveal that, you knew what happened to halffoots who learned magic. Resurrection magic wasn't complicated at all. No way they weren't doing shady shit. 

Laois and Marcille chimed in with agreements that sounded just a bit too relieved, but Chilchuck just shot you an indecipherable look and then turned back and said. "alright now that that's settled we need to get packed up and head out. We've wasted too much time waiting for y/n to wake up as it is." 

You clenched your jaw and firmly reminded yourself that you were already in a precarious position, and that seemed to just be the way Chilchuck talked. 

You could put up with it. You could put up with anything if it meant getting to take down the bastard that had built this dungeon. 

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