Lore/Story The Legend of Bob Chapter 3: Mark the Truth of Reality

Here it is, finally. It turns out that I wanted to go deeper into Robert's early life. The story has traveled far already, but it is nowhere near done.

Oh, and sorry. I lied. Apparently January is a very short month, and February is too, because I am at least 26 days late in posting this.

Without further ado, here is chapter 3:

Spoiler: The Legend of Bob Chapter 3: Mark the Truth of Reality

Chapter 3: Mark the Truth of Reality

In terms of Ragni's general health, it was doing fine again. The farms were providing enough wheat for all, soldiers defended the gates steadfastly, and the king ran politics in his court and passed good laws.

Robert's life continued over the next several years doing similar things. He worked five days a week, gained an acceptable amount of food for his labors, and learned more and more about the world around him.

One day, Robert had just returned from the castle as usual when he heard a shriek from the kitchens.

"Adenee! What happened!" Robert shouted as he ran, pushing the cart ahead of him through the bakery. When he dropped off the cart and turned into the kitchens from the hallway, he ran right into Myli just strolling out.

"What happened?" He gasped out.

"Nothing. No need to worry. We've just discovered a small rats nest and we're figuring out how to deal with it."

The two of them had become friends over the past several years amidst all their different chores.

"How are you going to deal with it?" Robert questioned.

"We have rat poison. We can use that to kill off the rats."

Robert stepped into the kitchen and saw Adenee pouring rat poison in a corner between groups of cabinets.

"Sorry that I scared you Robert, but I saw another rat and the thought of it in this beloved, old kitchen is... despicable. Absolutely despicable. Now if you'll excuse me, I have other business to attend to." Adenee breezed out of the kitchen, dusting off her hands.

One second later, Myli entered. "I'm surprised she didn't assign me any chores. Any time I'm not busy, she gives me something to do to occupy myself for HOURS."

"You got lucky this time. Maybe she was frazzled by the rats."

"Probably. Speaking of which. I almost feel sorry for those rats. Adenee will hunt and murder them with a passion if she sees rats again in here."

Robert considered that and had an idea. "What if we save the rats? We could somehow-"

"Nope. Robert, I don't mean that. That would be extremely difficult. Just, I wonder how the rat poison would actually hurt the rats. Hopefully it doesn't prolong their suffering."

This was one of the things Robert liked about Myli. She had a sense of empathy towards every living thing.

"I think the rats eat the poison? For some reason?"

Mischievously, Myli smiled. "I wonder if it tastes good. If you try some, I'll bake you a cake. A large one.

"Hmm. Normally I would give anything for your delicious cakes, but this seems a little... unwise?"

"No, I'm sure it's perfectly healthy for you. It's rat poison, not human poison."

"True. I'll just see what it smells like." Robert bent down and scooped up a handful of the white grain. He sniffed it, noting the sweet aroma. "It smells a lot like... sugar. And it looks like it too." Robert briefly fantasized that it was sugar. Could it be that rat poison was actually sugar? Sugar was good for humans, so that actually meant rat poison could be good too.

"Fine. I'll try a small amount." Robert took a generous pinch of the rat poison and ingested it. "At least this doesn't taste terrible."

He waited for a few minutes, seeing if there were any side effects.

"It seems okay," he admitted. Then, steeling himself and thinking of the cake he would get in return, he downed the contents of his hand, swallowing the contents.

"Cake, please." Robert looked at Myli smugly and she stared at him in shock. "I didn't think you would actually do that."

"Well, you promised me a cake." Robert responded.

Adenee came in a few moments later and called Robert for a task. "You forgot to clean of these trays!" Robert set to work on them.

Ten minutes later, as fate would have it, Robert started feeling ill. He felt nauseated and soon excused himself outside. On the grass outside the bakery, he vomited, gurgling up the poison and all of his lunch.

For seven solid minutes, he hacked and coughed out the contents of his stomach. Through the whole thing, he thought regretfully of his choice. Why had he been so stupid? Of course rat poison would poison him!

After a few more minutes, he tried to compose himself to go inside, but before he went in, Adenee came out looking for him. Evidently, she noticed that he was sick.

"Oh, you look terrible! Please, take the rest of the day off, and if you feel better tomorrow, please return."

"I'm fine," the boy rasped. "I can stay."

"No, no. You need to recover. Also, it would be terrible if you got someone sick."

Robert relented, taking another opportunity to throw-up before heading back home. It was a long trip. He sometimes swayed back and forth, almost falling, and he occasionally stopped for some... less savory things.

It felt like a lifetime before he finally got home. Momo wasn't there, sadly. Either way, he flopped down onto the bed and lay there, feeling altogether terrible.

I will survive. I will survive. He kept repeating this phrase, trying to make his situation bearable. Soon, he fell into sleep. Finally, finally, resting from the illness.


When he woke up, he saw Momo above him looking worried and tired, but when she saw he was awake, she lit up with joy. "Robert! You're awake! You seemed really sick. You were burning up with fever and I thought... well, I'm glad you made it."

Robert groaned, sitting up. "I'm okay, just... I don't feel so good." He began to feel dizzy and disoriented, so he settled back down. He lay there for awhile, not quite falling asleep. He could tell Momo was still watching over him. After another few hazy minutes, he drifted off once more.

The next time he opened his eyes, he stayed awake. He yawned and stretched. Momo must have taken a nap, for she wasn't in the room. Good of her. She needs it. Judging by the amount of light coming in, It was past noonday. Robert hopped up out of bed and took a few seconds to get accustomed to the sensation.

Before Robert opened the door, it swung open from the other end. "Oh! Robert, you're up again."

"Hopefully I'm good now, because that was awful."

Never again. Robert thought. Rat poison is not a good dietary choice, apparently.

"Adenee and her daughter came over this morning. They baked you a cake and everything."

Robert smiled. At least there's that. If I ever get poisoned again, I'll want a cake in front of me the moment I recover.

"Okay. Let's dig in."



From the bakery and the castle, Robert slowly began to hear rumors that the corruption was dying. Infection rates were going down, the undead were attacked often by soldiers if they came too close to the gates, and few Ragnians were getting attacked. There were simply not enough monsters around to bother attacking, rumor had it. Despite this, Momo got a notion that Robert should learn to fight.

"Robert, I have arranged for you to take some combat lessons from some of the soldiers. After your work tomorrow, you need to head down to the Northern Gate. The guards there will teach you to fight."

"Why do I need to fight? I haven't heard about any monster attacks lately. Maybe they aren't strong enough."

Momo looked sharply at her son. "Those rumors are probably false. The monsters might just be waiting for us to let down our guard."

"Are they that intelligent?" Robert asked.

"Some of them are. Some of them, they're eloquent enough that they don't need to fight you to beat you."

Robert shivered. "I just... Ragni is doing well. I'm doing fine at work. Maybe it can stay this way."

"What about bullies? Those kids that bother you? When you are able to defend yourself, they will leave you alone."

"I know." Robert sighed. "You're right. Maybe I need to learn sooner than later."

And thus he began to train in the ways of combat. Down at the North Gate, one guard taught him how to use his dagger. The effective ways to slash and strike, and all the things not to do. Another guard taught him hand to hand combat. He learned to stay balanced and ready to defend, or punch with all his strength.

After a few weeks of this, Robert felt skilled. The guards noted his natural talent. "You really should be a soldier." One of his trainers, who was named Picara told him as they finished up their evening training session.

"You are light on your feet and you've progressed so far in your training already!"

Robert thanked her and thought about it. "Yes. I should be," he mused. Then as he walked home, he felt a warm feeling bubble up inside as he returned home.

The next day was the most fate-twisting day of his life. Another large raid had come, and it took the city by surprise.


"Have a good day at work!" Momo told Robert as she hugged him goodbye.

"I'll try." He hurriedly closed the door and ran down the street. Today, Adenee had asked him to come earlier to serve the castle during a Breakfast event. He was supposed to get there as soon as possible.

Robert took his normal route, just being careful, in case there were any people who were intent on bothering him.

As he arrived at Baker's Corner, Adenee directed him to grab a cart and serve at the castle until the event was over. The king would pay Adenee and she would give him the rewards. He did as she directed and took the cart to the castle. It was busy as it usually was, except everyone seemed sleepier. This prompted Robert to yawn, not too loudly, lest he was reprimanded (it had happened to him before).

He took the old cart to its usual location, just inside the kitchen and reported to the Head Servant. His name was Albertique, who, when Robert had encountered the first time professed to being in a long line of "The King's Finest Servants". Robert wasn't exactly impressed with him, but he had to obey.

"Take care and cut every vegetable the proper length." He said pompously. Sometimes, Robert was confused about why Albertique wasn't royalty. He had the pomp and manners and the 'take care' down.

Robert got straight to work, taking a good knife and a bag of the finest carrots. He sliced these thinly and cut any bad spots off of them. Luckily, Albertique seemed to approve.

He continued and completed all the jobs assigned of him until he was permitted to return to the bakery.

"Servant boy!" The nephew of the king called out to Robert. He only knew that because he had encountered the nephew in former times.

"We are curious of your opinion on the state of Ragni's castle. Has it been kept sufficiently, or..." The friends around him laughed. Robert made no sense of the joke.

"It is... wonderful." Robert answered honestly. Luckily, none of the royals seemed that amused.

"You see, Ragni is considered a beauty and a blessing for all our people." He told another, who looked unfamiliar.

"Back in Troms, our people support us and love us. And we have much fewer tragedies than you, regarding the Corruption." The royal boasted. He must be from Troms. Robert inferenced.

The king's nephew soured and Robert took this as a sign to leave.


"Hi Myli!" Robert called to Adenee's daughter.

"Hello. How was the castle?" She asked.

Robert snorted. "As usual, Albertique is pretending he's king, at least over the servants. The royals act as always. Actually everything has been the same the past several years."

"Life continues as always." Myli shrugged at him.

"The only change today was that some of Troms royalty was there."

"Could it just be a simple visit? Or were there politics or something they discussed?"

"I don't know. I don't recall seeing the king at the brunch,"

"Maybe the king of Troms had a private meeting with our king." Myli suggested.

When Robert finally finished the day's work, he got a small pie along with the bread loaf. To think and get a view from the sky, he clambered back up to the rooftops with his earnings of the day. Before he sat down, he set his food beside him and pulled out his sheathed knife, idly messing with it.

Eventually, Troms' procession started off and Robert tried to see a carriage or something where the king was staying. He saw a larger tent on wheels, from the look of it, so he assumed that was where the king was traveling.

He took a second to imagine if he was king. If I was the king of Ragni starting right now, what would I do?

I think I would make sure everyone is protected, especially Momo. She'd get a nice little bedroom in the castle and we would get to eat the most delicious pies and cakes from the bakery from the dining table. In my free time, I would play in the parks. No one would bother me because I'm king. I could then fight Corruption with my army, making sure everyone is safe for life.

Begrudgingly, Robert admitted that this was a wishful fantasy. Even if he did become king.

Taking his eyes off of the road, he checked what time it was according to the sun. Light was fading just a little, lowering the atmosphere around Ragni.

Robert felt so content that he almost dozed off on the roof. Instead, he relaxed and thought about his future. What was he going to do? If he stayed at the bakery, maybe he could take on a more formal and important role as a baker. But truly, he wanted to be a soldier. Protecting others was the most important thing , he reckoned.

Robert supposed begrudgingly that he needed to leave because Momo, as always was waiting for him. But he was too relaxed and tired. I should sleep up here sometime. Positioned right, I could easily drift off. Just like he was doing right now.

Wake up. The mysterious voice came back, returning for the second time in his lifetime.

What? Why? You again? Robert was instantly awake.

Something important is happening.

Robert groaned and started to focus less on his thoughts, sitting up. The bread and the pie were still safely beside him, luckily.

Hearing distant thunder, he noticed the air was getting cooler and a sudden chill ran through Robert's spine. Darker streaks of clouds were blowing from the west and they had reached almost overhead, bearing tidings of rain. The sounds of thunder could also be heard in the distance.

What is it? Robert asked the mysterious voice.

Look north. I can't say anymore.

Robert looked towards the north and gasped. The boy had noticed something truly bad.

"Monsters." He said weakly. "There are monsters at the North entrance." He barely whispered the words, not mustering strength for something louder, for it was true. Dark shadows slid through the gate, bearing traces of their masters, the monsters.

The clouds finally reached Ragni, casting a long sheet of water across the town, but Robert barely noticed that. His focus was on the clusters of monsters getting through Ragni's gates.

Where are the watchmen? Where are the alarm bells? They should be ringing! Our house is so close to the gates... Momo needs me.

Rain fell down upon Robert as he descended the roof, soggy food abandoned on his haste to return home. When he was at the roof's edge, he looked down to find the ledge he needed to get down.

At that moment, a jagged streak of lighting slammed nearby and nearly shocked him off the roof. Luckily, he fell onto all fours on the rooftop, tilted at a small diagonal. Just as he recovered and adjusted to head down, a tile underneath Robert's right foot slid down and he stumbled off the roof and into thin air.

Robert screamed and grasped at the edge of the roof, but he could only scrape it with one hand. He fell and time seemed to slow down. Where was the window ledge? If Robert could catch on that, he could drop safely to the ground.

There it was. Just off to the left. The boy reached for it, and latched onto it with his fingers. But his weight swung him off balance, and he felt his arm wrench painfully. The slick surface disappeared under his fingertips.

He fell.

The momentum had been slowed, but it wouldn't be a pleasant landing. Robert braced for impact, trying to keep his legs pointed towards the ground.

It rushed towards him and it finally reached him.

Robert crumpled to the ground and fell on his left leg. Searing pain flared up through it, causing Robert to whimper.

Pain, pain, pain, pain. The chant came all around him. Robert rolled over onto his back and the chant faded. Around him, the rain still fell and thunder crashed, and yet there was a quiet he hadn't heard in Ragni for a long time.

Another peal of thunder rang and Robert noticed something fall from the rooftop. For a moment, he thought it was the pie tin, but it didn't seem quite the same. It fell really close to Robert and bounced on the ground.

Then Robert realized it was the knife. He had set it on the roof when he was up there and it must have been dislodged by the rain, along with the food, which was soaking in a puddle of water a few feet away.

He pulled out the knife from its little leather sheath. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it, but if it was necessary, he would.

Robert returned his focus to his goal: return home as fast as possible.

He stood up shakily and tested the strength of leg. It was fine when he kept it straight, but when he turned or twisted it, it complained.

Robert limped out of the alley onto the street. The people outside had all found shelter indoors, so the street was nearly empty. Nearly empty. Monsters were approaching down the length of the street through the drenching downpour.

The monsters gravitated towards the boy, who headed their direction. Most of them were zombies, but a few bony creatures held long range weapons.

The first few zombies were easy to pass, but the bridge up ahead would be much harder.

Surrounding the in-town of Ragni, a small river flowed. Because of the steep slopes around it, a large bridge needed to be erected.

Skeletons of Corrupted soldiers stood, bones clattering, on the narrow bridge. Undead creatures groaned and a few of the Corrupted animals hissed. Robert walked forward. Upon the bridge, he avoided the zombified soldiers and kept the other creatures at bay. Except the skeletons were more of a problem. Most held bows and shot arrows at Robert, which most of them he could barely avoid.

Momo had told him a while back that Corruption most commonly came in the forms of zombies and skeletons. Those were also considered monsters, but monsters also included the likes of spiders, slimes, and other fearsome creatures.

One arrow flew from one of the bows right over a spider's head and straight towards Robert. He had less than a second to react. He brought his knife up protectively and heard a ping as the arrow bounced off of the knife.

How did I do that? Just instinct? Robert had passed the majority of the bridge thus far, but more monsters were heading right for him.

I need to get home! He increased his pace even with an injured leg, and ran towards home.

Please, please, let her be safe. He dodged arrows and ran to the porch. When he arrived, the door was ajar, and he flung it open and scrambled inside. After the door was closed, Robert felt much safer and gasped for breath.

After just a moment, he stopped and noticed the same sound still playing.

"Momo!" He called out, as he glanced around the house. In the main living space, the couch was partially shredded and small fragments of... Robert could only figure them to be webs, led him towards... the bedroom.

Robert cautiously approached and peeked through the crack in the door. No one and nothing was behind it, except for the bed, which was on its side, so Robert opened it fully.

"Hsst!" From an unseen corner of the room, a spider leaped at Robert. He was only saved from the pincers by his leg collapsing in on him. The spider flew over him and landed on the wall. He screamed in fright and agony as adrenaline crashed through him.

Robert stabbed at the spider with the knife as it readied itself for its next leap. With a thump, the knife sliced an entrance into the spider and met the wall behind it.

When the knife was withdrawn, the spider flailed and after a moment, stopped moving entirely. Robert sank back in relief, before stopping to listen.

"Robert?" He heard a weak voice call out his name.

"Momo!" Robert called back.

On the other side of the bed, Robert peeked around it, expecting to see his injured mother. Instead, he gasped in surprise as he saw an open wooden trapdoor and a ladder leading down into dimness.

At the bottom of the ladder, Momo lay brutally wounded with many spider bites. Besides her, the feebly writhing figure of a green and black spider slowly halted its movements.

"Momo." Robert breathed as he climbed down the ladder and hopped down beside his mother. She slowly, sorrowfully, turned to her boy. "Listen." She rasped. "I can't fight it. You can."

"What? What do you need?"

She didn't seem to hear him. Pointing towards the other side of the cellar, she gave another word. "Go." Robert limped around the two shapes and looked in that direction.

The wall was mostly dirt, but pillars of wood were supports for the small house above it. A large niche in the wall stood out to him, and he grabbed the piece of parchment within. Before looking at it, he rushed back to Momo and gave it to her.

"What is it for?" He asked her, not sure of why she wanted it.

"Keep." Momo placed it back in Robert's hands. On the piece of parchment, there was a crude, blood-stained drawing of four areas, each with a strange name under it that he hadn't heard of.

"Chak, Mael, Ethe, Fier. How strange. Who are these? Or are they places?" Robert read the names in the order the numbers told him.

He turned to Momo, suddenly cursing his inattention. Momo was dying. Why wasn't he thinking of her?

"More." She croaked.

"Did the Corruption get you?"

She looked defeated, inside and out. She hung her head in admittance, as if to say the Corruption would take hold.

Robert remembered the promise he had made with Momo just a few years ago, and he realized how hard it really was. "But does that mean...?"

Momo simply nodded at him.

Robert looked down at the ground, thinking about everything. Momo, Momo was dying. Why did this have to happen with him? He was caught between two impossible decisions. If I leave her, it will be painful. The Corruption will take hold. Will she be in that state forever? Grudgingly, he considered the other side. If I... stop the Corruption... that way, Momo... it can NEVER return to the way it used to be. He stopped once more with an even larger revelation. It will never be the same anyway. There he was, caught between two impossible choices. Neither option could possibly be the correct option, but neither option was wrong regardless.

What about you? Mysterious voice in my head? You have been SO helpful so far. What's your input. What should I do?

But of course the mysterious voice said nothing. No option had a good result. There was no way of choosing. Unless, unless Robert could find a cure. Momo said there was no cure, but what if she was wrong? Something causes it, so something should be able to stop it, right? I could leave her here until I find a cure...

Robert had made up his mind. "No... I can't do it. There has to be a cure somewhere. I can rescue you! But first, I have to..." He climbed back up into the house above, not wanting to glance back at the heartbroken figure of Momo, and heard a loud knocking noise. The monsters were besieging his home.

"Okay. What do I need to do?" He muttered to himself. "Protect the house, I guess. Fetch all the food from the pantry. Momo needs some, and I need to escape. Anything else?" He glanced down at the map, noting another addition to the list. And there's that.

Robert began by trying to sort out the monster problem. Scurrying up to the door entrance, he heard louder pounding. "Yep. Monsters alright." He said, trying to be brave as he looked out the window. A good six zombies, three skeletons, and the sight of a stranger creature. Tall and slender, its purple eyes glared at Robert with malice.

How do I stop THAT? Robert thought, before tugging on the couch and trying to pull it in front of the door.

"That should work." He told himself.

Next, he dealt with the food. Momo needs some and so do I. There was one loaf of bread along with an apple and a carrot in the pantry. After a brief hesitation, he grabbed a sack and took both the apple and the carrot. The loaf, he took down to Momo.

"I'm so sorry, Mother." Robert told Momo, looking down at her. She looked up at him gravely, pointing at the other side of the basement. Towards the niche in the wall.

Robert checked it out. He had overlooked the sack behind where the map was placed. But when he pulled it out, he saw that it wasn't a sack. It was a cloak, and wrapped within its cloth was a pair of daggers.

Robert gaped in awe at them. They were dark like obsidian with a glowing purple... aura - Robert supposed that was the only word that could make sense of it. They just glowed with power. "What, how, where did you get these?" The boy asked Momo.

Weakly, she replied. "They were with you and the cloak. Let me tell you the story of how I got you."

"Uh, is there any time? The monsters are coming..." At the moment, Robert worried he wouldn't be able to escape the house in time, but nevertheless, Momo barged on and Robert listened.

"The raid was horrible. This was 854 After Portal. Ragni suffered one of the largest raids in history, as you well know. We fled into the sewers when the monsters attacked, going as far back as possible into the dark, foul place. While the men fought outside to defend and restore the city, we huddled in there.

About a day after we gathered, a stranger arrived at the sewer entrance. From a far off land, she had no destination in mind and came here for refuge, even though many places were safer. She was also very pregnant and about to deliver. Your mother.

Her skin was gray and she had few possessions. Some others and I helped her out, but ultimately she perished giving birth to you. Before she passed on, she told me to keep the baby and raise him to be wise and courageous and strong. This is what you have become."

Momo smiled at Robert and he bowed his head. "Not yet, but I will try." He responded humbly.

"Along with you, she gave me the cloak, the map, and those daggers you have. She said to keep them safe until you were ready for them. Ready to set off on your quest. The time has already come, so go. Do it."

"Yes, mother." Robert knelt beside Momo and hugged her.

"I love you." Momo told him.

"I love you too." Robert replied. He stood up and took out his old dagger, placing it beside Momo. Then he threw the strap holding his pouch of food around his neck, took the daggers from the shelf, and drew the cloak around him.

"I will return." Robert vowed. "Whether I find a cure or not." He cast an apologetic glance at Momo who watched him leave, energy spent, but holding the former knife.

As he crossed into the room above, he closed the trapdoor and pulled the bed back over it. He could still hear pounding at the door, which meant that the monsters still had not forced entry yet. But Robert needed a way out of the house.

Okay. Should I go out the window? That's right next to the door, though. Or should I just fight my way straight through the door. I have these two daggers. He chose another option: to allow one monster in and fight it, to see if he could divide and conquer.

Steeling himself, he took a deep breath before pulling the couch away from the door. Immediately, it banged open and several monsters entered. "No, no!" He shouted, gritting his teeth as he tried to close the door again to stop the wave of creatures.

But he was too weak. After a moment, Robert let the door stay open to allow himself to fight the zombies and skeletons that had already entered. The first zombie took a swipe at him and he ducked.

His purple daggers glowed as he slashed them at the zombie, knocking it back. It groaned in protest and the other zombies closed in around Robert. Skeletons shot towards him from the rear end of the pack, but they could not get a good shot, instead, hitting the zombies in front of them. Robert backed up, and the monsters closed in.

This is BAD, Robert thought. I'm approaching the wall, and when I get surrounded...

He stabbed and slashed at the zombies, trying to keep them at bay, but they were unrelenting. As he took another step back, he bumped his left foot into the wall, sending a spasm of pain through his leg. He almost fell to the floor.

Robert kept fighting, but the monsters seemed to say that there was no more retreating. The only way to safety was through them. He slowed down, getting tired. With no way to be stopped, the monsters closed in around him and he was scratched and punched by the outstretched hands.

Soon, darkness crept in around him and he slumped to the floor, fighting, both to stay awake and to keep the monsters back. "No," he whispered once more. With a monumental effort, he rose and pulled out his inner strength and rage, at the injustice of the moment.

"All my life, I've been weak, poor, different. Why can't I survive? But I've survived so far. And I am strong enough to keep going!"

He spun around, slashing with both blades at the monsters. He moved forward, cutting through the ranks of monsters, killing some, knocking others down. When the skeletons shot at him, only one arrow struck him. It barely nicked his shoulder. The other arrows were decimated by his whirlwind.

When he finally broke out of his frenzy, he found few monsters remaining, and all of them on the ground. He stepped over to the couch and dropped down, panting.

He relaxed for several moments until one skeleton tried to get up to shoot at him. Then he cut it down with any other monsters that stirred. But more monsters were coming towards the house, and the malevolent entity of purple and black waited patiently outside. He couldn't stay within these walls forever.

After recovering for another short amount of time, Robert stepped through the door and towards the creature. It rushed at him, and he realized that he must be quick. Its limbs and range were longer than him, and it was already fast.

He darted to the side, despite his injured leg, and slashed at the creature with his blades. It made no sound, not even a sound of pain or anger, as it disappeared. For a moment, Robert stared in shock. Was it really defeated that easily?

Immediately, he was thrown forward onto the ground and his breath was forced out of his lungs. If not for the threat of more agony, he would have stayed there. But when the monster turned and rushed at him again, he had to get up. He slashed at the legs, buying him a second to rise and face it head on.

Once more, it disappeared, causing Robert to turn around, to see if it was behind him. It was not. He spun back around. Where was it? Suddenly it was right in front of him. Good. Robert was ready this time. It charged at him again, and this time he took a step forward and plunged the daggers into the creature's sides.

A shrill whine came from the daggers as they cut into the creature's skin. The daggers were nearly indistinguishable from the creature, midnight black with the same purple sheen. The creature hissed in some unknown, alien language and slammed its arms into Robert, causing him to pull out the daggers from it.

The monster once again attacked him, more hesitantly this time, and Robert expected it to teleport. But even after he slashed at it again, it just recoiled and pounded again at him. Then he thrust his right dagger forward, sinking to the hilt into the creature. Unlike before, it did not cry out or attack him.

Instead, it seemed to just... melt. The... thing shrunk, and it left a sort of shadow in the ground according to what Robert could tell of it. But it was still raining. With dark clouds and the sun already gone down, there were no shadows.

He stayed there with his dagger still implanted in the dark shadow creature until it melted into just a small puddle.

Relief. He had survived. He had escaped the house and the shadow. Now he just needed a place to sleep and recover, before he embarked on his journey.

Please point out inconsistencies and stupid errors. Like the fact that the basement in the previous chapters was not even mentioned by the narrator. Also, I've gotten a vague fantasy that this could be a published book, (Wynncraft CT, when's the time for merch?) not only for Wynncraft players, but for all fantasy readers. That is why I've geared it slightly away from Minecraft, but its still nowhere near enough for something like that.


If you haven't read the first parts, look HERE
https://forums.wynncraft.com/threads/the-legend-of-bob-probably-some-spoilers.280437/
https://forums.wynncraft.com/threads/the-legend-of-bob-chapter-1-some-spoilers.291948/
https://forums.wynncraft.com/threads/the-legend-of-bob-chapter-2-the-warning-signs.297495/

Poem so far:
Fate's dark hold, billows across mortality.
The warning signs, mark the truth of reality.

Daggers and dust up next,
and thank you for reading.

 

We seriously do need a revamp of Bob’s lore

 

Bump4Robert

 

Damn, Ragni is quite progressive on workers' rights, eh?

 

I mean, Momo works every day, and Robert is still a child. He works for food rather than pay in my opinion.

 

Bumpitybump.