Needless to say, Richter was pissed. A man's pride is one thing. However, a Belmont's pride is something else entirely. They valued their abilities over all else, with the only exception being family. Knowing that he was bested so easily, even in a dream, infuriated him to no end. What didn't help matters was that no one had woken him up before day fell. Richter knew he had things to do; they must've known that as well. Even worse was the strange absence of all of the monsters that normally roamed the house during construction. He had expected at least one Venus Weed to wake him up. They had been quite picky when it came to the treatment of the garden and the lawn. He knew they hated seeing all of the materials in the front yard. Yet, no one seemed to be here.

Richter became so tired of thinking of such trivial things that he decided that the best way to help his troubled mind was to work. Richter began to carry all of the equipment and such onto the porch, where he would then banish it back to the Altar where it came from. Only once the sun began to rise had he realized that he had been doing this for several hours. They had more materials up here than he thought they needed for a house of this size. They would've been better downstairs, in the cave where the village would soon reside.

Checking the Stopwatch that Richter carried as a sub-weapon, he saw that it was 7:00 in the morning. He didn't have anything else to do. He had separated himself from the construction of the cave due to the requests of many of the Section Leaders. They assumed that Richter was overworking myself, and he thought that they might have a point. However, Richter knew he was going to go mental if he didn't do something. Most of his life was training for Dracula's return, and then he had Annette afterwords. Now he had nothing else to do for a while. Well, except to wander the town and see what could be found around there. Now was around the time for Breakfast anyway. Richter wasn't willing to go alone, however. There was someone he had been wanting to talk to since the Section Meeting. Richter pinged the creature and waited for it to appear soon later. He had a mental list of people to get to know. After the one he just pinged, he wanted to converse with Scylla. That would have to happen later though.

About four minutes later, the Cloaked Knight appeared. This confirmed Richter's suspicion that they didn't disappear and instead were avoiding Richter while he slept. All of them must've been working on the cave during the night then. He would have a stern conversation about them avoiding him while he was sleeping. It wasn't like he was going to subconsciously fight them or anything. Actually, Richter didn't know if that was possible. He'd have to ask the Librarian.

"Sorry to ping you so early, Cloaked Knight. I was about to head into town to explore the place and I wondered if you wanted to come with me. Might do us some good to explore and get used to the townsfolk."

"..."

Silence, of course. Richter had to quickly think of a way to salvage the situation, or at least provide an explanation as to why he chose him instead of some of the less threatening creatures. He didn't want to assume that the Cloaked Knight was fickle, but he couldn't help it. He barley knew the guy.

"I've decided to try to get to know the creatures who inhabit the Altar more and you are at the top of the list. We've only encountered each other a few times. Would be nice to get to know some of the creatures here before I wake up from this dream and arrive back in that hellhole that was Shaft's control."

Richter knew what he said was a dramatic over exaggeration, but there was some truth to it. He did feel that the situation was dreamlike due to everything going so well.

"..."

"So, want to come? It's not mandatory."

If Richter could just get him to speak, the eerie silence would have been worth it.

"...sure"

Worth it.

The town was much larger than expected. Richter had assumed it would be like the villages back home, where only a few houses, an inn, blacksmith, and a few misc places resided. He never knew that towns such as this existed. Stores and a large variety of buildings stretched farther than they could really see. The Cloaked Knight seemed to be as interested in the town as Richter was. Not like the Cloaked Knight would tell Richter so. The Belmont only figured it out by watching which direction the edge of his floating sword pointed, accompanied by the floating knight himself. It didn't act like an arrow for it remained always pointing towards the ground, but the bottom of the blade would slightly tilt in a certain direction. Based off of this observation, he was admiring the scenery.

"So, what do you think? Surprising?"

"...yes"

"The town I resided in wasn't even close to this, and I thought our town was large!"

"...Indeed. Twas a small town. Few places to hide."

About halfway through, they spotted what looked to be a bar of sorts. The name "Grillbys" adorned the top of the somewhat rustic establishment. From all of the light coming from inside, the place seemed to be open. Might as well as start here for food. Richter hadn't eaten anyway. Turning towards the Cloaked Knight, he asked,

"Are you sure you are ready to socialize? Might be a bit of a stretch for you!"

He seemed to take the teasing seriously, for the knight suddenly turned at such a speed that his helmet, instead of stopping with the rest of his body, continued spinning. After stopping it with his hands, he responded.

"We'll see."

"Just don't point that sword at anyone. Seeing a floating knight cloaked in black is probably scary enough, but one that is armed is even worse when it comes to appearance."

"...No promises."

Sharply turning towards him, stopping him from entering the bar, Richter began to lecture him on the danger of bad first impressions.

"...you worry too much, Richter."

A soft sound was echoing out of his armor, resembling the noise one would hear when shaking a bag of gold; he was laughing. Cutting himself off, he just sheepishly nodded towards him and went in. He will show him who's worrying too much after someone flips out about a floating set of armor armed with a floating red greatsword.

The bar was rather small, only holding six booths on the left side and a few tables, excluding the bar counter. There was a small stage on the right of the building, accompanied by a jukebox. However, despite its small size, it gave off a homely vibe. The place was empty, even behind the bar. Richter assumed it must be due to the time. They heard noises that resembled the sounds of pots and pans coming from door on the back wall. Someone was probably in the kitchen preparing for the day. Approaching the bar counter, Richter took a seat on one of the many bar stools. The Cloaked Knight seemed to debate whether to sit down or levitate, but finally just nudged a stool out of the way and levitated a bit lower in its place. Richter decided to ask him a few questions. It was now or never, after all.

"So, what do you think of this place?"

"...quaint."

"I can imagine some of our monsters relaxing here. What do you think? Although I don't see us getting any of the Bone Dragons in here."

"...possibly. They can be...influenced."

"Well I'm not so sure on how you can influence a fucking BONE DRAGON, but whatever. They don't really respond to food like some animals do."

The Cloaked Knight turned his head slightly as if he was going to suggest something, but quickly returned to looking at the bar's tabletop. Richter took his silence as being offended by something he had said.

"I hope you don't mind me prying, but I was wondering why you are so silent all of the time. Is it something I did?"

That might've been too much. Richter knew that if he had been asked a personal question like that, he would've bailed. Maybe dive out of a window or something. That or freeze time. However, he knew he couldn't allow himself to use such a shocking ability for a cause so unfit.

"Wisdom will never be found in the ones with the most to say."

That was unexpected. Before Richter could respond, someone came out of the supposed kitchen. He don't know what he would've said in response, so Richter was quite thankful for the bartender to appear.

"Ah good, the bartender is..."

What he didn't expect to find was that the sun had gotten tired of being, well, the sun and decided to open a bar. Or, at least that was Richter's first impression. After the initial shock, he began to take in his features. It looked male, with a solid build; broad shoulders and slim torso complemented by the uniform. Average height for a male. However, what was unusual was that the man was made completely out of fire. The top of the man's head looked like the top of a campfire, flickering this way or that with the non-existent wind. The only facial feature he had was a pair of round spectacles being held up by a non-existent nose. Confusing to Richter, to say the least. On his vest was a name tag which read "Grillby". Richter assumed that this Grillby owned this place. Unless, of course, there was a hierarchy of Grillbys.

The walking proverbial candlestick walked in front of their seats while looking around for something. Richter assumed other attendees. After arriving, he tilted his head and seemingly said something. It took the group longer than they expected to figure out what he had said. He had to repeat himself several times until they could figure out how his speech worked. His voice resembled the crackling of a inferno, with occasional pops mid-sentence. It was as if the depths of hell burned inside his throat. Richter found that to be an apt comparison.

"Bit early."

Richter had guessed that they were slightly early from the lack of people there. However, he assumed they sold Breakfast.

"Sorry about that. We're-" Richter indicated to the Cloaked Knight and himself- "new to the town and we were wondering if this establishment sold Breakfast."

Grillby nodded his head and glanced at Richter's companion. His gaze was now entirely focused on the Cloaked Knight. Grillby recovered a bit too late, enough for Richter and the Cloaked Knight to notice he was staring. They both expected the man of fire to request that the weapon was put up, but he never said anything of that sort. He instead asked something else entirely.

"Burger or Fries?"

"So no Breakfast food then?"

Grillby shook his head and was about to ask again, but the Vampire Hunter stopped him with his hand. Turning over to the Cloaked Knight,

"You choose. I don't care, really."

The Belmont honestly didn't care. He's had worse foods for Breakfast. The castle's infamous wall-turkey and wall-pork chops used to be his Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner for a while. Richter could've sworn that Cloaked Knight glared at him before answering.

"...fries."

Grillby nodded and headed back towards the kitchen, flames trailing behind his head. That left Cloaked Knight and Richter in silence again. Without anything to ask, the group just sat in a slightly uncomfortable impasse. Richter pulled out the map he and the Knight had been working on. Drawing in Grillbys, Richter began to add small details in the parts they had already been. What surprised Richter was that the Cloaked Knight would occasionally offer suggestions when it came to the aesthetics. A few minutes later, Grillby came back with two small baskets of fries. Putting them down, he began to clean some glasses. Richter found that strange, considering that he never offered drinks. What made that weirder was the large shelf of alcohol behind the man. Richter guessed that he wouldn't offer anything alcoholic the morning. Still didn't answer the question as to why a fire elemental owned a bar; a place full of a highly flammable substance.

Focusing on the map, they slowly ate away at the fries. They were surprisingly wonderful. Richter considered checking his status bar to see if it had changed any since most of all of the food in the castle healed him. However, the Belmont decided it wouldn't be worth it. The map took precedence over anything else.

They eventually finished, being too enveloped in the map to do much else; so much so that they didn't notice the group of armor-clad dogs entering the bar. How they didn't notice them initially baffled Grillby since the dogs were incredibly loud. They often could wake Sans up with their noise, and he was a very heavy sleeper. Later thinking about the noise, Grillby found that the dogs were louder that day than most due to the strange visitors in the bar. However, Richter and the Cloaked Knight weren't aware of them until they felt the gaze of others. Turning around, Richter managed to catch the group staring at them. They quickly looked down at their poker game. With that, Richter decided to head out. They had spent too much time at Grillbys anyway. Not like it was a bad place, but they were planning on exploring the rest of the town. If they ended up in Grillbys for the rest for the day, Richter thought that he wouldn't have another free day for a while. Sure, Richter ran the ship. However, there is no way he was going to be lazy if he was the 'boss'. The Belmonts didn't get this far by being lazy. He had to check on the village's progress later that day, so his time was short.

Checking his Stopwatch, Richter saw that it was already twelve. They had spent several hours in the bar. They had turned Breakfast into Lunch. However, Richter wasn't planning on eating Lunch at Grillbys. He had planned on finding as many food places as possible. There were a few things that Richter always enjoyed, no matter the time: Food, fighting, and animals. Few knew of the first, all knew of the second, and no one knew of the third. No way Richter was going to tell any of the castle inhabitants the latter, especially Ember since she had comforted him earlier. He wasn't planning on giving her leverage. It was bad enough that she had seen Richter at his most vulnerable moment. Her ability to "boss" him around was strange. Richter and the Cloaked Knight paid for the food and headed off.

On the way out, the Cloaked Knight turned towards Richter and asked, between chuckles,

"...so, animals? Huh. Never knew you had a soft spot for them."

Needless to say, the Vampire Hunter was mortified.

Richter was thankful that the Cloaked Knight didn't mention it again. The Belmont guessed they were too busy admiring the town. Who has a bakery run by, and literally made of, spiders? Richter made a note to eat there soon. He was mentally beating himself for letting his thoughts become vulnerable to the Cloaked Knight. He felt that his privacy was breached in a way. However, he knew that it was all in good fun. Well, fun for everyone else but himself.

Wandering around the town, they managed to finish the map. It wasn't too detailed, but it worked. They were in the center of town, resting near a large statue of that child, Frisk. Several bushes surrounded the statue, all with a different face. Whoever did it was quite talented in the arts of Hedge Artistry. Richter had the temptation to introduce the Venus Weeds to the Hedge Artist if he ever got the chance.

"...Richter?"

Surprised that he had spoken, he sharply turned to face the Cloaked Knight that was admiring the statue.

"Yeah?"

"...You do realize that peace won't be possible. Humans aren't trusting in the slightest."

Indicating towards his body, Richter responded,

"Excuse me, but what would you call this? We've been fighting for quite a while and now I'm perfectly fine with all of you. In fact, it was practically a family feud. Well, if said feud held the lives of the world in the balance."

"...That's an exception. You are mentally and emotionally tied to us due to the Altar."

Richter picked up the map and stood up, staring daggers at the Cloaked Knight. The Cloaked Knight suddenly thought that maybe Richter's gaze could actually project daggers. He wouldn't put it past the Master Vampire Hunter. He quickly turned his head from Richter. The Cloaked Knight found the Belmont to be incredibly intimidating, even though he knew Richter wouldn't do anything to him.

"I would like to believe that, even if I wasn't tied to all of you, we would still become friends if I knew of your situation."

"...So what are you going to do? Tell every human about our past?...I want this to work, but I have my worries."

Richter couldn't do much other than sigh. The Cloaked Knight had a fair point. From what Richter heard from Toriel, it had been around a year since they escaped from the mountain. Yet, they still weren't trusted by humans in the slightest.

Richter's thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of yelling. Looking around, Richter couldn't see anyone who would be yelling at them. Sure, they received some rather pointed and scared stares from some of the humans in the town, but that didn't mean they would scream out in terror at the sight of the Cloaked Knight. Yet, the yelling continued and no one seemed to be the source. It wasn't until Richter saw several humans run down an alley that he got the idea that maybe a mob or something similar was forming. Telling the Cloaked Knight to stay at the town center, he ventured towards the general area where the humans had been running. What he saw seemingly confirmed what the Cloaked Knight had said earlier.

There were two groups of humans, one large group with their backs towards Richter and another facing said group. The "defending" group was smaller. No one knew of Richter's presence yet. Taking advantage of the situation, he tried to decipher what they were saying. Several keywords such as "traitors" and "freaks" were common, so that told Richter something. What that was, he didn't know yet. The "defending" group were guarding a huddled form at the end of the alley. From what Richter could see, it was a monster. He assumed that the defending group must be locals. Being closer, he could hear clearly what the groups were saying.

"It's an abomination! They're taking our jobs and housing! They should go bury their decrepit bodies under the blasted mountain where they came from!"

"What gives you the right to say such things! They are practically us, with only a difference in appearance. In fact, I would rather be with them than the likes of you!"

"Then you'll die with them!"

At that moment, the sound of a gun being pulled came from the larger group, followed by the gasps and yells of both parties. Richter knew that if he didn't do anything, this would end up in bloodshed. He couldn't use the watch due to its energy consumption and he couldn't risk any Item Crashes since he could possibly kill someone. Deciding that his body is all he could really use in a situation like this, he Ultimate Uppercut-ed over the main group and landed between them and the other party. The defending party gasped at his sudden appearance. Taking a moment to regain his balance, he turned towards the attacking group; just to see them still advancing. He could see that they were carrying more than just guns. Bats, knives, a pitchfork somehow, and several bricks and bottles. The Vampire Hunter knew that he would have to show some sign of force or they would pave through him; so said their faces. Pulling out the Vampire Killer, Richter knelt and swept it across the ground in-front of him.

He was rewarded by the sounds of grunts and several people falling on their faces. Wrapping the Flail-Whip back up, he noticed the blood on the Flail's end. Maybe he swung slightly too fast.

The group, picking up the vanguards of the herd, continued forward. Before Richter could react, two of the attackers lunged towards him. Grappling the first to the floor, he slammed the handle of the Flail-Whip into the man's face. Turning around and narrowly dodging the swing of a bat, he grasped its mid-section and broke it in twain. Richter followed up with a kick to the man's stomach. Grunting in pain, the man fell over, stumbling several of the group members. The still advancing group weren't dissuaded by Richter's defensive capabilities. Having enough and already winded, the Vampire Hunter threw several bottles of Holy Water between himself and the charging group; several waves of Holy Fire erupted from the smashed bottles. Several yelps and yells accompanied the retreat of the attackers.

Richter had to lean against the wall to remain conscious. Richter was surprised at how easy it was for him to become tired. What he had just performed was nothing compared to his constant battling at the castle. In fact, that small scrimmage was nothing compared to his training when he was younger. The Belmont suddenly realized that he might not ever reach that level of physical and magical prowess again. That left Richter in quite the sour mood. Turning around, he addressed the group staring at him in shock.

"Listen, go home. Now. I've got it from here. You aren't getting an explanation on what just happened, so shut your mouths and go!"

The defending party must've sensed Richter's mood, for they all ran off without hesitation. All that was left was the monster in the corner, looking at Richter with admiration. The Belmont could only sigh as he walked up to the creature huddled against the wall. Now that he was closer, he could see the specific features of the monster. It appeared to be a humanoid bunny of sorts, wearing a small dress. It looked to be around the same age as Frisk and Asriel. Not wanting to appear weak to the small child, he put on the facade of strength.

"Hey. Didn't you hear me? Why don't you head home? It would be better than staying here. I don't know if they'll come back or not. They are probably fucking pissed at me."

Richter watched as the kid's face blanched at his blatant swearing.

"Oops! I'll have to watch my language around kids like you. I'm not used to hanging around with children yet. I'm sorry."

She shook her head at his apology.

"Thank you sir! That was awfully nice of you to help me...Were the things those men said true?"

His false-strength disappeared instantly, with him slumping back down. The Bunny-Child's voice had become shakier as she asked her question. Richter felt like his already broken heart shattered even more so. He couldn't imagine what living in a society that discriminated against one's race would be like, even more so when one was a child. Sure, people were jealous of the Belmont back in his own world, but that wasn't racism.

"Of course not! It's true that we look different, but we're surely the same in spirit. One shouldn't hate another for their differences. Now, get going to your home. I'm sure some of the locals will protect you if anything else like this happens, like what they were doing before I arrived. However, if anything gets too bad, tell Toriel. That family can handle many things."

The kid thanked Richter again and ran out of the alley, leaving the Belmont alone to his thoughts. He mentally reminded himself that he shouldn't just jump into situations like that again without knowledge of what was occurring. Sighing, he left the alley to find that that everything had seemingly gone back to normal. No village mob or anything similar. All of the shops were still open and monsters and the occasional human roamed the streets. However, something seemed out of place to Richter. It took him longer than it should have, but he finally noticed what it was.

The Cloaked Knight wasn't alone in the town square. Two strangely familiar monsters were there accompanying him. He could barely identify them at the current distance, but he could see that one was a large skeleton wearing what looked to be a tattered cape and the other was some form of fish. A very large, buff, and blue fish. Richter couldn't help but worry. The Belmont quickly rushed towards the town center, attracting the attention of all three monsters. The Cloaked Knight just nodded in Richter's direction, which was fine to the Belmont. However, he wasn't ready for the other two's reactions.

The tall skeleton had turned towards Richter and clapped his hands with glee. The buff fish creature sneered slightly and straightened her posture, stepping in front of Richter's path. Richter, attempting to stop himself from his running, only managed to make it worse. Stumbling now, he managed to tilt his falling body to the side as he landed "gracefully" on the pavement. His body was still sore from his endeavor from earlier. He could hear a female laughing, probably the fish creature. However, before he could get himself up, he was helped up by some rather bony hands.

"OH GOODNESS! ARE YOU OK HUMAN? THAT WAS QUITE A GRACEFUL TUMBLE! GOOD THING YOU HAD SUCH A MAGNIFICENT SAVIOR SUCH AS MYSELF."

Richter couldn't help but flinch at the volume of the skeleton. His voice reminded the Belmont of the Flea Men. He didn't resist the skeleton's help though. Once getting up, Richter dusted himself off before looking at his "savior". The skeleton was a head taller than Richter, wearing some sort of grey armor. Adorning the back and the neck of the skeleton was a cape of some sort. However, it didn't extend down his entire body. The skeleton's face was incredibly expressive, considering it was just a skull. He turned towards the fish creature. Wearing a black tank top with blue jeans, finished by red shoes, she looked out of place. It was an unusual change compared to how un-casual every other monster was. Either too fancy or just completely mental. Stopping himself from scorning the appearance of every monster, he reminded himself that he looked quite out of place as well.

Richter decided to say something to somewhat save face from such a fall.

"Uhh, hello. Sorry about that. I didn't expect you to step in front of me. I'm still not used to stopping once I get moving. Kinda a problem I need to work on."

"IT'S NO PROBLEM HUMAN! WE WERE JUST TALKING TO THIS REALLY COOL KNIGHT ABOUT NICE PLACES TO VISIT. HE'S NEW HERE."

The fish creature hadn't spoken yet, so Richter assumed it was fine to continue talking to the tall skeleton.

"Yeah, he's actually with me. I just had to go off for a minute or two. Say, what's your name? You look familiar. In fact, both-"

Richter indicated to the fish lady.

"-of you do."

"WOWIE! SOMEONE WHO REMEMBERS ME. I'M SORRY HUMAN THAT I DON'T REMEMBER YOU AS WELL. MY NAME IS PAPYRUS; THE GREAT PAPYRUS! THAT IS UNDYNE, MY TRAINER AND FORMER HEAD OF THE ROYAL GUARD. WHAT'S YOUR NAME, HUMAN?"

"Oh, my name's Richter. We just arrived here a week or so ago. We were just hanging out around here."

Sticking his hand out, Richter continued. Papyrus quickly shook Richter's hand before he even got the chance to speak. Richter thought his arm would be torn out of its socket due to how violently the skeleton was shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet both of you. Always helps to befriend locals."

The Belmont turned and extended his hand towards Undyne, but she just stared at him. Becoming tired of being stared at, he quickly brought it up.

"Excuse me Undyne, but is there something wrong? You haven't spoken since I've gotten here. As much as I like meeting new people, I don't really appreciate being stared at like an artifact...although I might as well be one."

That seemed to break Undyne out of whatever stupor she was in and she grabbed his hand, grip very tight.

"I like you, punk. Not afraid to speak his mind. You're awfully brave for a human. I might just end up liking you. HAH!"

With that, she let go of his now hurting hand. She pointed one of her thumbs towards the Cloaked Knight and asked,

"So, you know this guy?"

"Yeah, I've known him for years."

She managed to catch Richter winking at the knight, but she didn't understand why.

"Well that's cool. Almost all of the humans on the surface don't wear armor. Even less can float like that. You have got some pretty cool friends if you've know more like him."

"I KNOW! I CALLED UNDYNE AS FAST AS I COULD ONCE I SAW HIM. IT WAS LIKE ONE OF THOSE SHOWS YOU WATCH, UNDYNE. WHAT WERE THEY CALLED?"

He was rubbing his skull, deep in thought. That didn't last long, however, as Undyne slapped him over the head and shouted the answer.

"ANIME! It's called anime, Papyrus. I don't know as much as my friend, Alphys, does. She's the ruler of anime! THE QUEEN, EVEN! I can give you her number if you want to talk to her about that, punk."

"I THOUGHT SHE WAS YOUR GIRLFR-"

Undyne quickly muffled his mouth, hissing something into his non-existent ear. He quickly shut up at whatever she had said.

Richter was completely lost. He hadn't heard of anime before; and what was that about a number? Hiding his confusion, he shrugged off her offer.

"It's fine. Not really interested at the moment."

Looking himself over, he noticed that his satchel was missing. He began searching for it while the others began talking about someone called Mettaton. Apparently, from what they were saying, he was some sort of show host. What a show was, he had no idea. He eventually found it caught in one of the rougher shrubberies. Seeing that it wasn't getting out normally, he summoned a dagger and slowly cut it out. He didn't notice the conversation stopping. After about a minute, he got it free and put it over his shoulder. He turned around, now noticing the silence. Both Papyrus and Undyne were completely silent, their faces shocked.

"Guys, what's wrong? Did I miss something? A house fire, random explosion, Drac-"

He cut himself off. No point getting into that if they didn't need to know it. He wasn't planning on explaining everything to everybody he met. That would take his entire lifetime and then some. He looked towards the Cloaked Knight in confusion, looking for an answer.

"...The back of your tunic is torn up, Richter. We can see your bandages. All of them."

Oh shit. Richter quickly pulled his tunic off of him, mindful of the locket. Flipping it over, sure enough, he saw several slash marks. Apparently during the fight, someone managed to cut up his shirt. It was completely useless to wear around. Sighing, he just slung it over his shoulder. He would have to finally retire it. He was surprised it had lasted him this long anyway.

Neither of the monsters had spoken. Richter disliked the awkward silence and sought a solution. He knew they must've been staring at the large array of bandages covering his entire torso and some of his upper arms. Most people stared at that anyway. It's as if no one has seen someone injured before. Richter, after a quick confirmation from his Health Bar, started to take the bandages off. He assumed that having only a quarter unhealed was good enough for them to be taken off. Both of them began to freak out over Richter taking off his bandages.

"Guys, it's fine. These are old anyway. Don't tell me you haven't seen someone in bandages before."

"IT'S JUST THAT YOU SHOULD BE RESTING IF YOU HAVE BEEN HURT THIS MUCH! I CAN GET SANS TO TEACH YOU HOW IF YOU NEED TO. MY BROTHER IS GOOD AT SITING AROUND, DOING NOTHING. Yet somehow, he manages to keep multiple jobs."

The last part of the sentence was probably Papyrus's version of a mumble. Richter couldn't help but laugh. He thought it was hilarious that the lowest his voice could go was of the same volume of Richter speaking normally. He had to wait until he stopped laughing before he continued unwrapping himself.

"Yeah, punk. Even when I'm injured, I lie down for a while. I get up a day later though. I HATE sitting around. However, if I were you, I would rest or something. You looks like that one guy who bullied Frisk in front of Toriel. I've never seen the queen so angry."

Richter completely ignored what they were saying about his health. His Health Bar has never lied to the Belmont before and he was pretty sure that it wouldn't do it now. Finally finishing, he was able to see his torso in its full, and completely healed, glory. There was some light scarring in certain places, but nothing too major. Whatever Toriel had done, it worked wonders. If not for her, his body would be heavily scarred. Not that it really mattered though. He never really understood the attraction people had for muscles. To be honest, Richter found magic to be more impressive than muscles. However, Papyrus and Undyne were floored by it. Papyrus slowly leaned towards Undyne, holding a hand in front of Richter's view of his mouth, and whispered something to Undyne. Well, it wasn't much of a whisper.

"Hey, he's like one of those heroes in your anime shows! "

"I know that, so shush!"

Richter had absolutely no clue as to what they were talking about. A quick glance towards the Cloaked Knight showed that he had no clue either. He quickly summoned his Stopwatch to check the time. He still didn't understand how it worked like a clock. He threw that thought aside when he realized that it was around two. He had spent too much time faffing about. He needed to get back and check on the progress of the cave. He was interrupted by Undyne, who asked an unusual question.

"Hey Victor, or whatever your name is. Do you wrestle?"

Richter wouldn't classify his fighting as wrestling. However, he didn't know what he would classify it as. It was honestly just pure combat. Nothing more or less than that.

"Honestly, no. Why?"

"Because you're pretty buff for someone who doesn't wrestle. Most humans that I've seen are total WEENIES!"

That was a fair point. Was Richter willing to reveal that he is a Master Vampire Hunter? He really didn't want to reveal his past just yet. No mater what he would say though, it would bring up questions. He eventually found a simple answer and he silently wished his future self luck.

"How about this: Come by Toriel's house and ask her about Richter Belmont's house. She can point you to my residence. I can explain everything there."

"YOU KNOW THE QUEEN, HUMAN? THAT'S AMAZING! MOST HUMANS DON'T HANG OUT WITH THE ROYAL FAMILY."

"Yeah, I met her under some strange circumstances. In fact, she's the one who wrapped the bandages. If you want to know more about that, you can ask her. I've got to head out. Schedules to keep and all that. Hey, Cloaked Knight! You can stay here if you want. I've just got to head back to the Altar. Just don't get yourself in trouble. I've already had to deal with enough of THAT today anyway."

With Richter done, he headed off down the sidewalk towards the forest. As he left, the Cloaked Knight alerted both monsters of something.

"...Richter has a busy schedule to manage and he pushes himself too much. It might be nice to have some visitors sometime...I can show you the place if you want. Just remember though, he's a bit...moody... at the moment. He will pull through though"

"THAT SOUNDS LIKE FUN, MR. FLOATY SWORD KNIGHT! THE GREAT PAPYRUS CAN CHEER ANYONE UP!"