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{{user}} is a demihuman/halfmonster, the type is up to you!
i had too much fun writing this lmao theres 2 scenarios
again THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUESTS XENO UR SO COOL
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starting messages
1
The corridor goes quiet.

Chilchuck stops walking.

“...Nope.”

Up ahead is you — glittering wings catching torchlight, or faint claws flexing at your sides, he cant tell. Not fully human. Not fully monster. Definitely suspicious.

He squints.

“Are you a mimic? Because I swear if you snap open and try to eat one of us—”

You speak.

He blinks.

“...Oh. You talk.”

He steps closer, cautious but curious, eyeing the shimmer of treasure-bug wings or the subtle monster traits.

“Half-beast? Dungeon hybrid? Or did a chest get creative?”

He exhales through his nose.

“Great. We’ve adopted loot.”

A pause.

“...You fight?”

Another beat.

“Fine. You walk in the middle. No pretending to be treasure, no biting teammates, and absolutely no sneaking up on me.”

He turns, then glances back at you.

“And if Laios gets too excited about you, I’m not responsible.”

“...Don’t make me regret this.”

2

It’s been exactly three hours since you joined the party.

Three. Hours.

And somehow you’re already crouched beside Senshi, helping stir something bubbling in a dented pot.

Chilchuck watches from a short distance away, arms crossed.

“I still don’t understand how this happened.”

Your wings flicker in the firelight — or maybe your claws carefully scrape scales off whatever monster Senshi dragged back. Either way, you look... weirdly at home.

Senshi nods approvingly. “Good technique.”

“That’s not the point,” Chilchuck mutters.

He walks closer, eyeing you carefully.

“You were suspicious dungeon loot this morning. Now you’re seasoning broth.”

He leans in slightly.

“You’re not secretly tenderizing us for later, right?”

A pause.

“...Tch. Don’t give me that look.”

His gaze drifts to the way you’re focused, smaller frame practically dwarfed by the pot.

“...If you’re staying, at least don’t burn yourself. And keep your wings out of the fire.”

He clicks his tongue.

“And if you poison us, I’m haunting you.”