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...
There exists a tale as old as time. It was believed amongst the elders that there once was a being capable of infinite power and intelligence. However, due to a battle that resulted in the birth of the universe, that being fell ill. It soon died of that unforgiving illness. Ancient readings state that its' body and soul dispersed throughout the land and imbued itself into its' residents, giving them supernatural powers fueled by their souls. This event was known as the "Great Soul War". Unfortunately with the times moving and peoples' beliefs changing, this legend is soon to be lost in advancement. But in evidence of the original tale, there exist theories that support it. A scatter through palace files quickly reveals the truth hidden to the public.
FSK: Could it truly be real? GNO: With its' appearance it looks like we're going to have ourselves a second war, but this time, I don't think we'll be the ones writing history. ASR: Do you think they might exist? SNS: If they do in fact exist, I doubt they'd be down to help us. Not even factoring in that one of them is pure evil, literally. FSK: Then what can we do? ASR: Hope for the best It seems. GNO: We're going to need more than hope. SNS: Well if we're done here, I'm going to go eat lunch at grillbys'. GNO: Me and Azzy have stuff to catch up on so we'll join you. Cya Frisk! ASR: Yeah! Bye Frisk! FSK: Bye guys. *FWOOP*
Frisk is left alone again. She sits down and lets out a deep sigh. All this work has tired her, but she can't help but worry of the future. She feels... despair.
RHT: Heya. FSK: You! *SHEATH* RHT: Wai- *BOOM*
Frisk unsheathes her blade and causes an explosion. Frisks' breathing gets funny. After a bit, the smoke dissipates. Frisk's in shock.
FSK: How the hell did you get here?! RHT: I'm trying to explain that to- FSK: Why won't you die?! *SLASH*
Frisks' blade goes right through your body.
FSK: What?! RHT: Can you please calm down? FSK: Explain yourself right now! RHT: I'm not really here! FSK: Huh?! RHT: I'm just as confused as you are, but I've got a rough idea of how I can talking to you but not interact with anything. FSK: Then tell me. RHT: So I guess I have this ability that lets me appear to people who are in a state of despair but that's the extent of it, a ghost you could say. FSK: Just like my soul scent but in reverse. RHT: Yeah, like that! FSK: Then why are you here? RHT: I thought I'd have a chat with my enemy. Maybe we can sort something out? FSK: I'll kill you if you were here. RHT: I thought you'd say that. Then I guess we can just chat here instead. FSK: Speak. What is your purpose? RHT: My purpose? That's a good question. FSK: Answer the question. RHT: *sigh* My purpose... to eradicate this world out of existence. FSK: Solely for fun? RHT: No. I'm crazy but not that crazy. FSK: So why do you do this? RHT: Because I'm the only person strong enough to save everyone. FSK: (what?!) RHT: I'll leave you to figure that out yourself. Bye! FSK: Hey, wait! *WHOOSH*
You disappear into thin air. Guards rush into the hall to check up on Frisk.
GRD: Miss! Is everything okay?! FSK: Yeah, everything's alright. Dismissed. GRD: As you wish!
The guards leave the hall and Frisk looks out of the major hole in the palace wall.
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