Still wounded from the fight against Cosmin, you decide to stop by a bar and calm down.
RHT: *pant* I can't catch a break nowadays.
You enter the bar and the doorbell rings. It's empty aside from the bartender, a monster.
RHT: Morning.
GRB: Good morning, how'd you sleep?
RHT: *sigh* I slept... okay.
You sit down at the counter and barely manage to keep yourself awake.
RHT: (It's been days since I've slept. I have to find a resting place for a bit.)
Grillby finishes cleaning the glasses and turns to you.
GRB: So what will you be having?
RHT: Any recommendations?
He scratches his chin and thinks about it.
GRB: Ahh, I got it! You could try some of the new drinks we have in stock!
RHT: Sure. What are they called?
GRB: Well, we have the "killer classic". It has a very sharp taste that'll energize you. We also have the "fierce enemy". This one is said to only be for the brave, so I don't recommend it for you, seeing that you're on the younger side.
RHT: I'll have that.
GRB: Alright then, coming right up!
Grillby turns to the shelf and picks out a couple of ingredients and starts making your drink. While he's preparing it, you drift of into your own thoughts.
RHT: (I'm suprised we've only faced such little resistance in the centre. I thought they'd all be after me and Noire. Maybe they're all on the opposite end dealing with her since she makes much more noise.)
Grillby turns back and hands you the drink.
RHT: Thanks.
GRB: You're welcome.
You raise the glass and drink. It tastes good but suprisingly it stings your mouth.
RHT: *cough* I think you heated it up too much.
GRB: What's the matter?
RHT: It's burning my mouth.
GRB: Oh no, that's just the tensile flames I mixed into it to add a bit of flavor.
Your face bears a shocked expression. Grillby has fooled you and has made you swallow pure flames.
RHT: *cough* You son of a bitch.
GRB: Like hell I'll let you get away with papyruses' murder. Time to pay for your doings, harbinger.
Grillby hops over the counter and adjusts his sleeves. You back up, still coughing from the burning feeling in your mouth.
RHT: Hopefully this works.
You unsheathe your blade and thrust it through your neck, causing all the liquid inside to spurt out.
*CORRECT*
RHT: Much better.
GRB: Tsk, smart move.
Grillby seems ready for battle, and so are you. Through him lies the way to your objective.
End of Chapter 129
"Bartender"
[ Rhett has bumped into Grillby, who is ready to avenge his friend. ]
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SOULTALE | By ShadowNTS
FantasyRhett 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...
