Chapter 2 stranger

the MC perspective:

Now, you might be wondering why I haven't set traps my imaginary friends. The truth is, I simply don't know how. After all, this is my first time in a forest.

You might be wondering why I'm already talking to myself after only being awake for about five hours. The fact is, I'm just bored out here in the forest with nothing else to do. So, might as well entertain myself with a little self-conversation, right?

Anyway, enough with the questioning. Let's focus on finding some supplies, if I can.

narrator pov

As Kiftd searches for any sort of supplies, little does he know that he's unknowingly getting close to the first challenge of his journey.

the MC perspective:

Well, what did I expect? After all, this is a forest. Trying to find food or anything else is completely pointless. You'd think I would have figured that out by now.

yawn I'm so tired. Why couldn't they have dropped me off at some random road instead of dumping me in a forest? I mean, that's the least you can do when you kidnapped the wrong guy, right?

As time goes by, I find myself questioning whether I heard someone's footsteps, my ears straining to catch any sound amidst the quiet of the forest.

"Hello? Is there anyone there?" I call out into the silence of the forest, my voice echoing faintly among the trees. "I'm Kiftd," I add, hoping for a response.

But all I received in return was silence. What should I do in this situation? Should I proceed cautiously to investigate, or should I consider the possibility of encountering danger—perhaps even the person who kidnapped me?

But before I can entertain the possibilities any further, my attention is drawn to the sight of lights and the sound of approaching footsteps, interrupting my thoughts. Anticipation and caution flood my senses as I prepare for whatever lies ahead.

I call out once more, my voice breaking the silence of the forest as I try to gain some clarity on the unfolding situation.

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Great, I can't understand a word they're saying. Why does it always have to be me? Well, at least I've found some people. Now, if only I could figure out what they're saying.

As they draw nearer, I can clearly see that they're wearing… well, I don't know what to call it. Their clothes—if you need to imagine it, think of Skyrim NPC attire.

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"Um, sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying. Do you have a phone I could use?" I gesture with my hands, hoping to convey my message despite the language barrier.

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As I glance at their impatient expressions, I can tell they're not pleased. Just as I'm about to say something else, they abruptly grab my arm.

"Hey, what's the deal?" I ask, my tone firm but curious as I confront them, wondering what could have prompted their sudden action.