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...
The ground erupts into a violent explosion. After the smoke clears, what was once a valley of mountains now is just one big crater. A whole biome disintegrated, reduced to nothing.
RHT: *pant* I'll give it to you. Using that ability of yours to counter my soularia was a smart move. CRL: Thought so. *pant* RHT: But you missed one thing. CRL: Huh? RHT: Special purgatory will continue to exist as long as its' target is still alive. CRL: Don't tell me. RHT: You've lost now.
Black goo quickly covers the entire crater. Tentacles spurt from the ground and start attacking Charlie. He tries to dodge and blow up the tentacles but they overpower him. One punctures him right through the chest. He's dropped to his knees.
RHT: I admit you were stronger than I first thought. CRL: What kind of hunter am I if I lose to my prey. RHT: Ohh, Charlie, you're sadly mistaken. I'm not the prey, I'm the one who's hunting others down. CRL: *grunt* It seems I can't do much now. My soul is going to shatter soon, but I can give you one last parting gift. RHT: The hell are you talking about?
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Charlies' body glows a dark yellow before erupting into a violent explosion. It caught you off your guard, sending you flying miles into the air.
CHAR: What a show off! RHT: Charoline, please. I'm tens of miles in the sky and you talk about how he's a showoff. He killed himself for crying out loud. CHAR: I guess you're right. RHT: Now how am I going to survive this fall? CHAR: Good luck on that. RHT: Don't you dare leave- *whoosh* -what a bitch.
You start descending from the sky. Quickly reaching the ground, you try to find out a way to stop the fall.
RHT: Maybe I could ghost step my way out of this. That'd take too much precision and one slip up means my death. Hmmm... wait... I have an idea.
As you start reaching the ground, you take out your blade and hold it downwards.
CHAR: What are you doing? RHT: So now you decide to come back? CHAR: This is just stupid. RHT: Trust me, It'll work.
Right before the moment of impact, you charge up dig your blade into the ground, causing an explosion that cushions your fall.
CHAR: So physics don't apply anymore? RHT: Told ya it would work. CHAR: *sigh* You and your antics. Anyways, it seems like we're here. RHT: Yeah. Time for some action.
