Rhett Murdar, dismissed and driven, now journeys to mend the world's wrongs and compose a symphony of perfect lives-an ode to a harmonious existence where every soul finds its rightful place.
An undertale story. Not affiliated to the already exist...
A new day has risen, flowers are blooming, birds are chirping, and today is a perfect day to host a show. You get up from the bed and greet Charoline. After that, you put on your clothes and eat breakfast with Lora who is waiting for you.
LRA: Good morning Rhett! RHT: Mornin Lora. GAL: Hope you two slept well! RHT: So, uhh, Lora, how'd you feel about going to Mettatons concert today? LRA: It'd be amazing but I can't get tickets. RHT: Well, you're in luck! I've got tickets right here so you and me can attend the show! LRA: Really?! Big bro, can I go?! GAL: I don't see why not. LRA: Yay! RHT: You better be ready by then! I'm heading out to town so I'll see you later. LRA: Bye!
You exit the castle and go into town. The walls are filled with posters for the event. People can be seen chatting about it. You stand there, admiring the beauty of the town, but that look of admiration turns into disgust when you remember who's controlling people behind the shadows. A crowd of people catches your eye. It seemed to be encircling two people. You couldn't quite make it out but one of them had some sort of weapon. You try to ignore it, but suddenly a rock comes hurtling your way. You easily dodge on muscle reflex but that throw wasn't no accident. You turn around to see a man shouting at you angrily.
MN1: Hey you! You're the kid who ravaged my bar! MN2: Jim! Leave them alone! RHT: Your bar? I don't even know you. MN1: That's it! You're gonna play for what you did! MN2: Jim, Stop! MN1: Take this! *THROW* *CATCH* RHT: Weak throw for such a tough man. MN1: You...! I'll kill you! RHT: This shit again?
The man charges at you angrily with his fists ready to pound. You stay still. He throws punches left and right but none of them seem to land. You deliver a quick kick to the stomach and lay him unconscious.
MN2: Thanks kiddo. Our friend Jim drank a lot of beer and it has gotten to his head. RHT: Yeah, I guess. MN2: Although, someone did ravage his bar last night. You wouldn't happen to know who did that? RHT: (hmm... maybe he did it.) MN2: I'd really appreciated if you'd help. RHT: A short skeleton in a hoodie did it. MN2: Ughh... thanks for the info... RHT: You're welcome.
It didn't seem like that guy believed what you said but he's really the only person that came to your mind. You continue down the town and explore some more. While walking, you come across someone your age training in their backyard.
RHT: Hey kiddo. What'd you training for? LCO: I'm seventeen first of all. Secondly, I'm training for the martial arts tournament being held in the centre. I heard it's organized by the Brave Knight. RHT: Cool. You think you got a solid shot at winning? LCO: To be honest, I've been training hard the couple weeks but I can't quite break through. RHT: Wanna hear a small tip? LCO: Of course! RHT: Always go for the weak spots. It may seem obvious but a weak spot isn't just a position where the enemy is most vulnerable but also easier to hit. If your enemy foresees you going for that weak spot, they could land a counterattack. LCO: Seems like you know your stuff. Thanks. RHT: Don't mention it.
The day soundly passes and you thoroughly explore the town. The sun has set and now it's the evening and time for the event. You catch up with Lora at the castle and go to the concert. On the way there, you notice a batch of birds keep roaming around... as if they're watching you. You arrive at the concert and head in. It's showtime. Stagelights turn on, colored smoke emerges and out comes a glamorous Robot.
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