Hey its me your boy Vermouth, somehow I am fated to die in the underground by a genocidal toddler.
That ain't fair bruh, how do I know this well apparently this random magic user can see the future.
How?, hell if I know, they were highered by some sort of god of constelllation family. I thought only magic and aura existed what is witht these constelltations.
Anyways, apparently their constellation power had a big condition. They can only enable the user to see fhe future. Usually its just a small vision of future. You know a vague vision of a hill of swords or something. Maybe a human?? idk.
Why the heck did I get a full boatload of trauma instead.
"Damn guess thats it", Vermouth looked at his future self. A grave injury on hus body full of blood and scars. He didn't know what the hell happened.
"Oh I see your here thats strange". His future self looked directly at him in his face.
I.... my god this is supposed to be a vague vision right. Or is this all real wait a minute, if this is considered vague then that means theres more to this story that meats the eye.
"Remeber enjoy the time you have left you can't stop the inneviatable of the world". His other self said.
His future self walked carefully forward. In a steange blue jacket with a scarf hanging in his pocket.
With unsteady steps he took his last breath. "Dying is gay". Wait... why the hell did that come to mind.
"Oh your hear", with a chill down his spine he looked towards a familiar figure. Oh god it was a toddler with a bloody knife.
His other self gor murdered by a toddler with a knife he hated toddlers since he was born. Thats why he almost punched them on sight. Now he knows why, he hates those abominations.
Somehow he felt the grip of the childs hand towards his shirt. Grabbing him forward their knife lunged towarda him
"See you soon sans, lets have another great fight when the time comes." I could only stare in horror as the knife let out a venomous slash.
A memory of a smily face with vertical lined eyes was the only thing left in my mind.
... That happenes a week ago, as a result I kinda became a deadbear in my own room. Hiding myself away from responsibilities of the world.
Thanks to that vision I got some form of science knwoledge and mordern slang. Thats why words such as cool, bro appear almost instantaneously without much of a hassle.
For some reason the world he has known all his life, lookes like a goddamn fantasy stereotipical novel. With nobility being common place yeah... not the best he can do.
Great now what do I do how do I stop them?. Oh wait I can't, not only because of my future self.
But apparently some god trashed my existence. Low magic, no talent, not good enough physique.
Only good thing, was that I am the eldest of the royale family.... even then my sister is viewed as the golden child.
Hey at least I am rich, well for now..... .
Wait what the heck, readers wait what readers???. Nah no ones reading my story... its not like I am apart of some game made for the enteratinment of players.
Nah I would know.... feels like someone is stalking me, goddamn timelanic knowledge. No nevermind who would read a story about some random weak 10 year old.
Anyways lets see what I can do now. I have a degree in bullshitting and yapping. Though I don't got much planning. I mean whats there to plan its the end of the fucking world.
Becomming rich, a family?, becoming the strongest. All of it was literally meaningless in face of the ferocious child murderer who took his life like what is he supposed to do.
Sigh, he views his messy room tones of books all around. Searching for some form of hope or answer towards his predicament he looked towards the royal libary books.
There was nothing about constellation visions, Underground or mordern techonology. Neither any prophercy for the end of the world.
Yet the vision he felt so real
. After all the vision ended he immediately questioned his father after the vision.
"Vermouth my son, do not disrepect eh sacred vision it nothing but the utter truth that lead me and many others to their destiny my son." His father responded to him in a stern tone.
Man this sucks, what is the world going to tell me that I am some third rate villan in a novel as well. Yeah no way thats true.... right?.
Lets just search for the damn undergound I guess I can get some answers then. At east maybe clear my mind. My future self was there for a reason. Must have made a lot of memories to. Snowdin sounds like a nice palce.
With that I strolled down the palace halls, the ice kingsom is known for their averagness. Compared to the many... other kingdoms all across the world. Decent finacial standing, decent military, decent living stards decent everything.
Not that special compares to other kingdoms, but at the sametime not that worse of. If theres one thing were good at is our neutrality. We trade and welcome ciitzens from other kingdoms, we don't side with tohers for wars or maintian strong relations with specific kingdoms.
Thats why my sister was such a big deal for our average kingdom. Having above average mana, talent, strength intellect. She iz admired as a prodigy for our lone land. Whilr I was well... just known for my title.
Eh well I don't really care much anyways I don't hold any resentment for her anyways. Yup none at all.
Besides gotta verify and learn more about my vision. Reaching towards my fathers headquarters. He was probably busy wirh some scrolls and stuff signing some official documents.
Knocking on the door I yelled, "Its me father, your bo Vermouth". I said in a high pitched voice.
Wirh a fortold sigh he lead me into room. Dozens of books and papers were there, he really was a busy man. Guess thats something positive for me at least I don't gotta deal with this once sis rules the kingdom.
"What do you want Verouth can't you see I am busy with something". His father groaned in annoyance at having hos work disturbed.
Sorry pops gotta get me some answers. Don't worry once everyrthing is settled maybe you won't see me again. Might just move to the undergound permenantly.
"Dad your son has finally come out of his roon after a week and this is how you teeat him". I said an adjact disbelief, cmon guilt trip him it has to work.
"I- well sorry Verouth yes its just your father is busy". He said in a bit of a subdued tone, while looking done a bit.
"Well thats alright, if your sorry then could you lend me a carriage I need to search anyone that knows about some mountains based on the undergound." Vermouth got straight to the point.
" You want to go searching for some mohtbains". His father said in disbelief.
"Yes its related to my vision I suspect it has something to do with it". I replied.
"I see I suppose thats important very well I can let you go out for a while under supervision". His father still looked at him in confusion. Though he guessed that there was a good reason.
Well long journey ahead what could possibly happen am I right?.