Rogue Cheney x Reader Fanfiction

Chapter 2 - Bakemono Island

Because of its name, many people never thought to go to Bakemono island. It wasn't liked by the nearby towns on the mainland, so finding someone to take you there was difficult. Eventually found some old grouchy man to take you. He owned a little dingy and said that since he was heading there anyway, he'd take you with a small price.

The only thing worse than some grouchy old man was Rogue's and Sting's motion sickness. Their heads were hanging out of the boat and each small wave had them threatening to release their lunches to the sea. You rubbed their backs in slow circular motions with Lector and Frosch. "Don't worry guys, we'll be there before you know it!" You spoke gently with a soft smile.

"Why's a group like you heading to an island like this anyway?" The old man asked.

You answered him, still rubbing the boys' backs. "We got a request from our guild to get rid of some monsters."

He chuckles a little, giving you an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. "What's so funny?"

"You mages shouldn't bother with a small time island like that. A frail woman such as yourself won't last against those beasts."You've heard it all before, but that didn't make those comments any less annoying.

"Well, I think that (Y/N)'s strong enough to go against any monster!" Lector flies up to the old man's face, raising his fist with passion. "I bet she can knock em all out with one punch!"

"Frosch thinks so too!"

The old man gives Lector a death glare, scaring the feline enough for him to fly behind your shoulders. "These aren't like your everyday monsters like little elves that steal your left sock and go on with their day. Those over there are trolls, and they aren't afraid to spill blood, especially when it comes to women. They  love their women."

You all gulp in fear, feeling the chill the island gave with every passing moment. "How bad are these trolls?" You asked with a shaky voice.

Without warning, he removes his cape and shows you all the mess that was his body -- fake arm, a fake leg, and flesh wounds. He was as burnt as a smore's marshmallow.

"I'm so sorry." You apologize, looking down at the water in guilt.

"Don't be, I got all that from gambling!" He cackled. "I really only got cracked bones, burns, and cuts from those bastards."

You take back your apology and regret ever taking the stupid job in the first place.

"I got pretty jacked up trying to protect that town. Me and a few other men from a trading guild nearby went to that town for business but made the mistake of staying and getting drunk one night, ignorant to the damn legend. To Hell with that damn town on that stupid ass island. Only reason I'm going there now is to drop off some pelts."

"How come the villagers don't just leave?" You ask him.

"They're a lot more stubborn. Even when they're dying, they would rather stay where their home is."

You continue rubbing the two dragon slayers' backs, keeping quiet the rest of the way there — mostly because that old geezer was crazy and you didn't feel like talking to him anymore. After a while, your boat came to a rough stop against the sand. The island was bordered with sand and had lush, tropical trees. In the distance was a green mountain, probably where the trolls had their base of operations. The island seemed so peaceful and quiet, it was hard to believe that trolls were here at all.

You took in the beauty of the island, but the old man had other plans. He threw a sack of pelts on the sand and kicked you guys off without hesitation. "Good luck dying!" He cackled on his way back to the mainland, not giving a single care.