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 sound of fluorescent lights buzzing fills the area. You stare at your opponent with a grim expression. Therr looks confused.
THR: Why so pale? Aren't you excited to battle someone equal in power? RHT: Equal? Don't make me laugh. As if anyone could rival the harbinger. THR: *sigh* I'm glad your ego didn't get cloned over.
Therr grips his blade tight and dashes towards you, swinging relentlessly. Knowing these moves very closely, you swiftly dodge through them and capture a window of opportunity to strike. You swing your blade. Unexpectedly however, Therr blocks your attack and delivers a devastating kick to your stomach, sending you crashing into the lab walls. He lets out a chuckle as he brushes the dust off his shoulders.
THR: Thought you'd outsmarted me? Tough luck but I know that you'll act accordingly to my movements since they're your own. Oh, that means I've already beat you in one category, intelligence! Now I'm one step closer to being the original! RHT: *cough* Don't get your hopes up. THR: Be a little supportive, will you..?
You stand back up and pick your blade from the ground, taking a deep breath before opening your eyes and aiming for your enemy.
THR: (Those eyes say everything, what amazing concentration.)
You dash towards Therr and unleash multiple projectiles. He dodges through them and gets face to face with you. Therr swings his blade. You dodge and get behind.
THR: Same trick won't work twice!
Therr turns around and swings his blade. Its' edge goes right through your body, splitting in half. He smirks but it quickly turns into a shocked expression. Your body dissolves into grey goo. You appear behind him and swing your blade, managing to injure his back. He uses ghost step to move back and take a breather.
RHT: What was that about intelligence? THR: Tsk, quit acting like you're better! RHT: I am better though...
Therrs' expression turns into an annoyed one. He covers his wound with an unknown substance. You grip your blade tight and start walking towards him. Therr waves his blade and directs multiple projectiles towards you. With no trouble, you dodge through them and stand in front of him. Therr looks at you, unamused.
RHT: What are you..? THR: I thought you already understood that I'm a clone. RHT: Seems like there's only one way to find out.
Therr looks confused. You raise your blade to your side, the despair flows through your body and into it, connecting your blade to your being, becoming one with it.
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End of Chapter 140 "Imitation"
[ Stumped by the clone in front of her, Rhett tries to find out whats' really going on. ]
