4pm the next day, you and Butterfli3 entered RFO again.
“Where to today?” you asked him as you lay next to him on the bed, stroking the side of his face.
“I’d like to get to level 8 by today since we had a bit of a set back yesterday,” he replied, turning his head to gaze into your eyes.
“What’s level 8 like?” you asked as he kissed your nose.
“Umm, it’s ok, I guess? Nothing too interesting. Just a lot of pine trees,” he said thoughtfully, “but I really want to show you level 5, it’s really beautiful.”
“Well, I’m excited!” you replied enthusiastically as you sat up and leaned over him to kiss him on the lips, “let’s go.”
“Just… one more cuddle?” he asked shyly, his eyes averting from yours as he glanced away with embarrassment.
“Nawww, of course Butterfli3.” you coo’d as you lay your top half over his and let him pat you.
“Thank you so much again for having us,” you said with a polite bow to the inn keeper as you and Butterfli3 prepared to leave the level.
“You are always welcome here rat merchant and Butterfli3,” she replied with a warm smile.
You cried internally. “Why this nickname? Whyyy?”
Many people came to see you off as you climbed aboard the wagon and made your way through town to the other side.
“And we’re off again!” you commented excitedly.
It was another lovely day in RFO and you followed the track up the side of a mountain heading for level 5.
The track was well worn and cut into the side of the mountain which gave you a beautiful view of the landscape below you as your wagon plodded slowly along.
As you rounded a corner you saw a very fast flowing river ahead and Butterfli3 pulled on the reins of the horse a fair way back from it, calling for the stead to halt.
“What is it?” you asked your man.
“The boss is in that river,” he said, pointing ahead. It’s a fearsome water stallion and I don’t want it to spook the horse so I’m stopping back here’s
“Oh… ok…” you replied hesitantly, watching as he hopped down from the wagon and started heading to the river.
As he got closer the waters suddenly rose up and melded into the shape of a large horse- it’s eyes red in colour.
You watched intently as Butterfli3 worked to defeat it, then once the horse had backed down and turned back into the river, he returned to the wagon and you were on your way again.
Once through the river, you came out on the other side and descended into a very misty valley.
It started getting colder and you felt slightly uneasy but Butterfli3 noticed and put his arm around you, holding the reins in his left hand.
“It’s ok, O/N, this place is fine.”
You gave him a little smile and looked around, looking for what made this level so beautiful.
As the mist cleared, and you descended a little more into the level, you saw heaps of small lakes and streams with majestic waterfalls filling them from all sides.
“Wow,” you breathed.
Something moved in the corner of your eye and you looked to see what it was but nothing was there.
“Odd?” you thought.
You kept going deeper into level 5 and every few minutes you thought you saw something from the cover of your eye, but again when you took a proper look- nothing was there.
“You can see them?” Butterfli3 asked softly.
“So there is something there!” you replied, “I keep thinking I can see something but then when I look, nothing is there.”
“They’re called ‘whispers’,” he said as he looked around, “they’re the field monsters on this level but they don’t bother you. If you want to take them on you have to go searching for them.”
“Eerie,” you whispered with a shudder, “have you fought one before?”
“Yes, a few, they drop good items,” Butterfli3 said, “they’re difficult to fight when you look directly at them so you need to fight them from the corner of your eye, standing 45° to them.”
“Definitely sounds hard,” you agreed.
“Good practice for fighting monsters that come at you from the side. If you practice striking while not looking directly at your opponent it really improves your skills.”
“So that’s why he’s a cut above the rest,” you thought with a smile.
Butterfli3 didn’t stop on his way through level 5 but you got a good chance to look around as you travelled and then you crossed the natural rock bridge and headed on to level 6 then through to level 7.
“This is the level of red bears?” you asked Butterfli3 as you entered the level.
He nodded. “I’d like to stop on this level in town and ask the people some questions.”
“Ok.” You nodded.
You entered the town and stopped at the first inn you came to.
“Would you like some food?” Butterfli3 asked, “we can eat in here at the restaurant.”
“Sounds good,” you replied, jumping down from the wagon.
Butterfli3 was wary as he ate his food and you wondered why he was acting a bit uptight but he didn’t say anything.
“You’re game to show your face here,” a player said gruffly from behind Butterfli3 as he approached your man.
Butterfli3 reached for his sword and drew it quickly, flicking it up as he spun to face the player who had just spoken to him- the tip of his sword just missing the players throat as he pointed it at him.
You squeaked with surprise. This was uncharacteristic of the usual Butterfli3 you knew.
“I dare you to take me on again,” Butterfli3 replied in a raspy, low voice, his hood hanging low over his face.
“Fuck, he looks so damn cool right now.”
“Uh, hi, umm, is everything ok?” you asked sheepishly from where you sat opposite Butterfli3.
“This player and his guild made fun of my username when I came through this level the first time,” Butterfli3 replied you without looking- his sword still pointing at the players neck.
The player in question looked past Butterfli3 to you and Butterfli3 growled.
“Say one word about my girl and I’ll end your day right now.”
The player raised his hands in surrender and shook his head.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, buddy, you’ve proved yourself. Last thing I ever want to do is offend or upset you again.
Butterfli3 didn’t relax, he just kept his head down with his full attention on this player.
“What do you want?” your man asked lowly.
“Listen, Butterfli3, we need your help,” the player said, “we heard rumours about one of our red bears on level 4.”
“So it was yours then?” Butterfli3 asked sharply.
“No, not one of ours exactly but we think it might have belonged to one of our beast tamers,” the player said.
Butterfli3 lowered his sword. “Go on.”
“Uh, can we talk in private?” the player asked, “you can pick the place if you don’t trust me.”
“I’Il do that,” Butterfli3 replied curtly.
He turned to you.
“Would you like to come as well, O/N? I’d prefer to keep you close. I don’t particularly trust people on this level.”
The player sighed as Butterfli3 shot him a look.
“Hey, I’m sorry ok? What we did was wrong but we’re not like that anymore,” the player said sadly.
“What happened?” you asked as you walked around the table and up beside Butterfli3.
“I’m ashamed, to be honest,” The player said as he looked at the ground, “when Butterfli3 first came through this level we thought his username was… weak. We decided to take him out simply because of his name. I’m part of a beast game guild. We are all tamers and all own a red bear each.”
You nodded and glanced at Butterfli3, who was looking down at the ground too.
“Anyway, we acted friendly with him and invited him to our guild. He came. When he got there we surrounded him with our bears and paid him out. We said some pretty mean things actually and I still regret it to this day,” the player said with a sigh, “long story short, he whipped our bear’s asses and then ours. He’s not weak at all.”