cover art by: me! TW: MENTIONS OF GORE AND FUNGUS. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘐𝘯𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 , 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. #8 on phighting tag #2 on robloxphighting tag #3 on phightingroblox tag

cover art by: me! 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘚, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? (HIGHSCHOOL PHIGHTING AU)

a simple milk delivery guy, he's trying to earn enough to perhaps get a better job. He isnt much of a fighter.....or phighter. he's just trying to get by, but he does enjoy watching the phights broadcasted through tv, entertainment. He's met a various amount of phighters, and regular folks throughout his experience but his life is going to get interesting.....more than he'd like.

⸻ [Name], an inphernal pretending to be just another face in the crowd. Perfectly normal, totally harmless, absolutely nothing suspicious going on. Right? Wrong. Turns out, [Name] isn't your average citizen at all. Somehow-don't even ask how-they managed to stumble upon a weapon crafted by none other than Telemon, the god of creation himself. Yeah, that Telemon. Creator of the Sword Deities, the one who abandoned the lands, the walking myth that no one's supposed to even mention without the sky cracking open. And what did [Name] do upon finding this divine relic? They picked it up. Of course they did. Because apparently curiosity is a death wish. Telemon, in all his celestial boredom, reached out telepathically (as gods do) and basically said, "Congrats, kid. You're holding my power now. Keep it quiet." And somehow, [Name] actually understood what he meant. So now, they hide behind a fake name, weapon and disguise - R.P.K., the "Radical Purple Keytar." A cover story wrapped in rhythm and glitter. The keytar became their mask, their symbol, and, somehow, their truth. Because if anyone ever found out that [Name] had direct contact with Telemon? Yeah. That would be the end of the show. "I told you I'm normal. I just happen to have godpower, a cursed relic, and terrible decision-making skills." ⸻ This book is still in beta and will get rewriten/updated time to time. Warnings: Vulgar Language, gore (?), (will edit warnings later on the chapters)

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴀᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴀʀ-ᴛᴏᴏʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱᴇ-ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴀʀ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱɪɴɢ: ᴀ ɢᴇᴀʀ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ꜱᴏʟᴇʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ɴᴏʀ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀꜰᴀʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴅᴜᴛʏ: ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴍɪʟᴋ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰʀɪᴅᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ, ᴡᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʀᴏᴀᴅꜱ-ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ. ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ. ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ, Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇ, ᴜɴᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅꜱʜᴇᴅ- ʏᴇᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ɪɴᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ. "ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ... ʀɪɢʜᴛ?" ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴍᴀɴ "ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴇᴛ."