To be honest, being found dying in a forest by two kids of completely different species wasn't on Richter's To-Do list. However, life never played fair, so he just had to roll with the punches. If he could roll in his condition, that is. To start off with, Richter's life wasn't going well. Thinking about it, being under under-control by the same man who resurrected Dracula might be the reason.
It wasn't like Richter's job was killing Dracula; Oh wait, it was. With Transylvania constantly being plagued by that shell of a man, someone had to stop him. That duty was left to the Belmonts. He had just finished killing Dracula the first time when he was seemingly cursed by Shaft. Things seemed fine, but he started having lapses of memory. Then everything went black a few years later.
Next thing he knew, he was against a corner with a man named Alucard over top, hand outstretched. Strangely, Maria was there as well. At the time, he didn't know what could have gotten his adopted sister involved in the shit-show going down at the time. Then again, Richter had no clue what was going on either. At least Alucard was willing to inform him of what happened. Apparently, Richter had vanished without a trace for several years while the castle began to reappear. Richter found out that he had been possessed by the Spirit/Magic of Shaft, Dracula's Head 'Priest', and was being used to resurrect Dracula. Alucard had accidentally encountered Richter, as well as Maria, while trying to kill Dracula. Alucard had then devised a plan to tackle multiple goals at the same time, allowing the destruction of Dracula to occur sooner.
All they had to do was enter the inverse version of the castle and kill Shaft and Dracula, hopefully for good. Richter and Maria's goal was to kill Shaft, in the hopes that Shaft would use his soul and magic to resurrect Dracula as he died. Then, Alucard was supposed to head to the Reverse Ancient Tombs and kill the resurrected Dracula. Richter had asked why Alucard alone had to go, considering that the Belmonts have been killing Dracula for centuries, but Alucard only said that he had a personal reason. Richter didn't have the time to think, for Alucard had already left. So off Richter went, destroying all of the bosses, and countless lesser enemies that stood in his way. After eliminating Galamoth, the last boss alive, he began his trek to the tower. After launching himself over the broken staircase, he finally found himself in the familiar pathway to the Throne Room. There, Shaft was waiting for him.
The battle between Shaft and Richter had been brutal. Richter had expected some difficulty due to Shaft, prior to this fight, absorbing the essence, souls, and magic of every boss defeated. This was the plan all along, and Richter knew this. For Shaft to correctly resurrect Dracula, he had to be in possession of extreme power. Yes, their plan was going smoothly, and it hadn't encountered any major difficulties. However, that didn't mean that the battle would be easy as well. Richter had to correctly utilize his Flail-Whip and all of his sub-weapons, from the Dagger to the Agunea Gauntlet, to succeed such a daunting task. As Richter's hearts and health were depleted, Shaft's health followed. The battle seemed to last for ages, but eventually, Richter managed to land a crippling blow with his Ultimate Uppercut. Shaft had fallen from his levitation, and landed on the floor with a loud thud. Richter could see that Shaft was dying, and Shaft seemed to notice this.
Richter wasn't doing so well either, or at least he thought this as he stared at the amount of blood pooling around him. Looking at himself, he saw multiple gashes and magical burns that were located everywhere on his body. This left his favorite outfit ruined. Thinking about it, Richter considered himself lucky. Most Belmonts only survive long enough to kill Dracula once; Richter, however, had stormed the castle three different times. Too bad his luck just ran out. Richter knew that someone would always try to defend the Human Race from Dracula. Maria was more than capable of adopting the Belmont name. He just hoped that his sister wouldn't become too pissed that he was so willing to die. He knew she always had a warrior's spirit. With this thought, Richter could die peacefully.
What Richter didn't know was that Shaft had enough magic to launch a killing spell at Richter AND resurrect Dracula. Suddenly, an orb of endless color was launched towards Richter. Richter, unable to move, crawled against the Memorial Altar; a gateway between both versions castles. As the orb collided with the altar, everything began to be sucked towards the impact zone. A large rift opened up, absorbing Richter, some carpet, and the Altar. The last thing Richter saw was Maria running towards the rift and Shaft's corpse, strangely, sinking into the floor. Once the rift closed, Richter could feel himself being launched at incredible speed through the whiteness that was the inside of the rift. Time seemed to be a lost concept here, for Richter's thoughts were absent. He, in a way, knew and saw nothing until a large hole opened up at the end of this tunnel. Suddenly, he and the Altar crashed into a forest. He managed to sit and lean against the cold surface of the Altar. He sat there for what seemed to be hours, unable to move. It was nearing dusk, from what he could see. The Belmont felt that dying in a new world might lessen the grief of his sister. She might assume he would be alive and never give in to the depression that quickly followed the death of a loved one. Sighing, he closed his eyes for a brief second. Or so it seemed; he must've fallen unconscious, for he was woken by a child-like voice he had never heard before.
"Are you ok mister?"
Opening his eyes, Richter saw two children. The first thing that was noticeable was that the second child wasn't human. He, Richter thought it was male, looked incredibly abnormal even considering what he had seen in his quests. The kid had white fur, with a snout protruding from his face. Long ears, like a rabbit, accompanied the sides of his face. To finish it off, he had green eyes with a color similar to emeralds which were commonly found in the depths of the Castle's Caves. Richter could only see his head and part of the shoulder due to the first child standing in front of him. Both children looked to be 6-7, but the first child seemed to be older by a year. The first kid seemed to be male, Richter couldn't really tell, and looked to be one of a brave attitude. The kid seemed to be normal, with normal facial features such as brown eyes and a stubby nose. He didn't look to be of a foreign descent, so nothing strange there. Both kids were wearing striped shirts of varying colors. The human repeated his sentence.
"Hey, are you ok?"
Attempting to stand only resulted in failure, with a noticeable pool of blood forming underneath him. The Vampire Hunter could see the kids becoming increasingly worried at the blood. Mustering enough strength to actually speak, Richter said,
"Kid, I haven't been this close to death in my entire life, including the time I fought Death itself!".
Who knew that Death was working for Dracula? Richter had heard stories from the Belmonts prior, but he never considered them to be true until Death attacked his wagon.
As Richter began to chuckle, his side erupted in pain. Bringing himself out of his daze, he asked,
"Either of you understand forms of Medical Remedies?".
His question brought confused faces to both kids; those faces became the last thing he saw as a black haze enveloped his vision.
Suddenly, Richter started and woke up, slowly raising himself off of a...bed? Where he was, Richter didn't know. This wasn't his bed, he knew for sure. This environment seemed completely foreign. Unlike most of his life, this place seemed peaceful. Being a Belmont meant constant training. With Richter also having more magical powers than the other Belmonts, he had to receive addition training. He never had gotten the time to relax ever his family found out about his increased magical output. Pushing his thoughts aside, he absorbed his surroundings.
He seemed to be on an incredibly large bed. The bed itself seemed to be lacking blankets, and the only pillows he found were supporting his neck. To his left was a large dresser, with several picture frames and a small lamp. Most of the pictures were of the same children he had seen earlier. The only exception was some sort of group photograph with several unknown beings. He recognized the two children, but the rest were completely foreign. In front of the bed, at the end of the room, was a desk with a small journal resting on top. A small cup of pens rested nearby, with a stack of paper. To his left were two doors. One door was on the same wall as his head, at the moment, and the other was against the left wall. Richter assumed that the door the on wall he was laying against must be some sort of closet. That leaves the second door to be the main entrance to the room.
Feeling strangely nervous, Richter attempted to climb out of the bed; the resulting failure was loud enough to probably wake anyone in the house. Not only had he managed to completely fall, or roll in his case, off of the bed, he had managed to slam his face into the wall. Muffled footsteps were heard from the hallway, so Richter began to panic. For whatever reason he was in this bed, he didn't want to be murdered in it. Richter conjured a Rebound Stone, ready to be thrown, when someone stepped into the room at surprising speed. The entity could be best described as an adult, and more feminine, version of the foreign being from earlier. Only major differences were size and clothes. This 'monster' was wearing a robe quite similar to those found in cults. The robes were slightly shorter, coming to her ankles, with a strange symbol in the center that resembled a shield with some triangles. The being scanned the room before seeing Richter on the floor, with some strange diamond in his hand. Instead of attacking Richter, the 'monster' laughed. The laugh was incredibly soft, and Richter felt his unease slowly melt away, only to be replaced by confusion. He didn't release the Rebound Stone, though.
The 'monster' began to speak, "Oh, thank heavens; I thought Undyne had crashed through the wall again. Greetings human! I am Toriel."
Richter could only clutch, now a handful, the Rebound Stones as he tried to figure out Toriel's motive.
"I see that you are confused. My dear children had found you in the woods. Apparently, they heard a loud crash and found you. I now see what they mean. Must be a common way for you to be found."
Richter, shocked, looked down at himself to find that he was basically bound in bandages. Apparently either the kids knew how to wrap someone up, or Toriel did. Either way, he would have been dead without the assistance.
Richter rid himself of the Stones and spoke, "I'm going to assume that you are responsible for the First-Aid?"
"Indeed, human. You were injured quite badly. I'm surprised you survived the trip here. Nevertheless, I hope you are doing well now. Healing magic was always hard to attempt."
"Then I can't thank you enough."
Richter then attempted to climb up, only to result in another failure and another close meeting with the wall. Richter's voice was muffled when he spoke.
"Name's Richter, by the way. Mind explaining practically everything?" Richter's voice became increasingly unsteady as he neared the end of his sentence.
Toriel just gave Richter a strange look, and sat on the chair near the desk.
"You are going to need to be more specific on that, dear."
Richter, now dazed beyond belief, said, "Sorry. This is incredibly confusing. Where are we?"
"Oh, we are in Ebbot-town, right next to Mt. Ebbot. To be specific, my house. Shouldn't you know this though?"
Trying to play everything off cool, Richter quickly responded.
"I must've forgotten. I was unconscious for a while, after all. Can you answer two more questions?"
Toriel just nodded at his question, causing him to ask away.
"What is the date and how did I get here? Sorry if it's too much. I've forgotten a lot of things"
"It's August 13, 2104. As for how you got here, the children had gotten a wagon and carted you here."
"Hold on a second"
"Is something wrong? I hope the wall hasn't injured you further."
"It's just that I could have sworn that you said 2104."
"Yes, I did say that. That's the current year. Is there something wrong?." Toriel looked at Richter with a face that could best described as puzzled.
He broke his facade as he managed to climb up the bed and started to walk towards the door. Thankfully, he managed to keep his face away from the wall. Toriel protested several times, but Richter couldn't hear her. He just couldn't get his thoughts around the year. 2104...2104... He just COULDN'T understand how he had gotten from 1801 to 2104. Also, Ebbot-town? Where was that? He opened the door and went straight down a staircase, not paying attention to anything. Finding a door that looked like the exit, he opened it and looked outside...
It was still day outside. Wagons without horses were being ridden across roads. Different kinds of 'monsters' littered the streets and sidewalks, conversing. Everything seemed off to Richter. He just couldn't get his head around it. It seemed impossible to him that he could have ended up in a place that was so confusing to the Belmont. Richter felt Toriel come behind him and put a paw on his shoulder. Richter didn't take notice of it, though. All he could think about was his current situation. He needed to know how he landed in such an unusual place. What were all of the roaming things? What were these 'monsters' and why weren't they trying to kill him? In his twenty-five years of life, he had never experienced something like his current situation; nor did he predict something of this magnitude.
However, another thing that the Belmonts were good at was handling shock. To be able to fight the demonic atrocities, he had to be able to handle shock. So, with a shaky sigh, he turned around and asked,
" I don't mean to cause too much trouble, but I'm still confused. Could you maybe give me an explanation of what happened between the years of 1801 to 2104? I hope it isn't too much of a request."
Toriel stood there confused for several seconds. Then, she seemed to realize something which brought further confusion. She didn't try even slightly to hide her emotions.
"Where did you come from, Richter?"
Knowing the long story and the incoming series of questions, he asked,
"Well, I'm still working that out. I can still explain some things though. This might take a while. Is there a place to sit and converse?"
Toriel nodded and went back inside, with Richter following. He just knew it would be a long day.