Defective Multiverse - Beginning

Chapter 1 - Winner's Life

Murderer:
Cold...Gloom...It was the end. Heh. Not a bad book at all.
I think I'll read it again later.

- Murderer put the book aside. The contents of the book were as grim as he was. And the end of the book was not hopeful. He borrowed this book from the library nearby. The library was still the same. In the sign, there is the same mistake. And the same reading room. Same books. In an impressive amount of time, he'd managed to read them all. Some of them several times. Human and monster history, quantum mechanics, various comics, manga, novels, sci-fi, classics, and even some combat tutorials. Reading books was probably his only entertainment. At first he read them in the library itself, but then he started taking them to the bar. It didn't take more than a minute to get to the bar. He could just teleport, of course, but the usual chilly breeze helped him get his thoughts in order. So he almost always walked. -

Murderer:
Heh...it's been 6 months since the human disappeared. I win...but...if it was worth it...?

- The victory over the human was unexpected. The human never showed up again after 11 attempts. After that. Our friend slowly began to go insane. Seeing his brother. Friends. It also started getting really paranoid. That's why he start drink a lot. -

Murderer:
Well...it's doesn't matter now. I just go to Grillby's.

- This establishment was not bustling with life as it once was. Time had already caused the establishment to become dilapidated, as it had been neglected for a long time. But that very sign still caught the eye, despite the obvious faded colors. Grilby used to run the place, but he evacuated with the others a long time ago for obvious reasons. Genocide. -

Murderer:
As always, Grilbs...As always. I remember these old times...Heh.

- The door creaked open. The bar was empty. Not a soul in sight. Nothing showed any signs of life. Only the fire escape still had a small fire going. Looking at the interior. Only a small bar stool remained, as the Murderer himself had taken away all the tables and chairs long ago. The wooden floor was still the same except for a couple holes left due to broken bottles. And the walls were very badly scuffed from time and the rowdy behavior of our regular customer. There was still plenty of alcohol on the shelves. Whiskey, wine, vodka, cognac, and so on. And the variety of food helped to brighten up the usual pastime. -

Murderer:
Alright, time for some eat.

- There was a cinnamon bunny, and some liquor left over just for the day behind the bar. Without noticing it, he'd gotten through the meal in no time. And as strange as it was, it made him sad. Now he had nothing to do that day. Reading books was boring, and eating too much wasn't the best idea. Of course, it would have been possible to get drunk, but our guest decided not to do that. - 

Murderer:
I...need some air. Maybe take a walk to Asgore Castle. After all, it's been a long time since I've been there.

- As he left the bar, a strong wind suddenly blew in, nearly knocking the Murderer off his feet...Anyway, he headed towards the river, towards one of the monsters, who had decided not to leave with the others. Boatman. On the way, there were no difficulties, only the wind sometimes tried to throw off the balance of a lonely walking skeleton. -

Murderer:
Hey, buddy? You there?

- As soon as those words were spoken, a mysterious hooded figure appeared abruptly from around the corner. It was the boatman. A mysterious hooded figure, whose face was hidden beneath the hood, emerged from around the corner. Despite his completely incomprehensible voice, it was quite distinguishable. -

Boatman:
Would you like to travel somewhere? Tra-la-la.

Murderer:
Yea, I need to go to Hotland.