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Hamrat - The Play

Rats Smp/Rats in Paris

A written take on 'Hamrat'.

07.12.2024

Every Rat in the Rattic dusted out their finest clothes for this performance, which granted, was take a sprint around the garden to air it out a bit. The bar filled quickly with chatters. Scott handing out drinks and the chicken he prepared. Martyn trying to keep his captain from drinking to much before the play, they could have a toast with the cast afterwards after all. Bek woshing over her wife. Why wouldn’t she, it’s El afterall. She should be appreciated.

Every Rat is part of the conversation and excitingly chatting about the Play they are about to watch. Some of the rats already know Hamrat so the twist will not be a surprise for them. It’s a classic and well-known play afterall. Some rats were not that informed about the classical literature.

“I am looking forward to this play, but I never seen Hamrat before” Martyn complaines, easily taking the drink from his captain out of the captains hand and taking a sip. He points at himself and put the drink down on the other side “Leave this rat alone”.

“Oh Litenunte” a high voice says to his side. He turns his head and let his arm drop. Korva was leaning against the wall, having her arms crossed and looking at him with a kind grin.

“You don’t need to know a classic to enough a classic. That’s the fun part afterall, no?” she asks and declines the drink which Scott offers her.

“And I will!” he stroppily says and downs the drink. Ren laughs besides him and throws and arm around his Litenuntes shoulder. “This rat play will be the most beautiful classic play. The atmospheres reminds me of when I was in another play. Most excellent!”

Martyn groans, not yet ready to hear another story from his oh so dear captain. One he has probably heard already to that.

Before Ren could start getting into his charades, Ros came down the stairs and waved them all over.

The Play would begin shortly and as promised, will not be a play, they will forget so easily.

The theatre was beautifully decorated with plush chairs, dim headlights and a few rats which they probably used as an audience when they practiced.

Ros and Tubbo introduced the cast, with a special focus on Actor 2 and proceeded with the show.

Hamrat, a young rat living in the cellar of le terrier, has just lost his father, the wide king rat. But in a twist of fate, the ghost of his father spoke to him one last time, informing him of his death, his murder. His cheese was poised, the good cheddar by no other but Clawdius, Hamrats own uncle, and brother of the king.

With those grieving news, he went to his friend Horatio and together they planned to unmask the new kings reign. A play was quickly formed and together they performed the tragedy of the late King.

Unsatisfied and threatened by Hamrat, Clawdius quickly ended the show and confronted Hamrat. He challenged him to a duel, a duel with only who standing at end.

Both rats where talented at swordplay, they are warriors afterall, ready to take the throne and defend it. Hamrat sliced part of Clawdius torso, but Clawdius quickly recovered, taking a jab at Hamrat himself. It was a fierce battle, one of honor, one of pride, one of-

Korva falls to the ground with a deafening clunk, Apo standing over her. She is clutching her chest, breathing heavily. Her white top already starting to show redness. Her blood.

Apo is standing over her, looking confused at her. This was not part of the script. “...Korva?” he asks hesitantly. His confusing slowly turned into shook, as realizes what happened. She is bleeding. The knife wasn’t real, it shouldn’t be sharp enough to cut through. Apo looks down at the knife, it was supposed to be wood, nothing special. But when he looks it wasn’t wood. Metal, painted over with brown dye which is running down his hand and arm.

He let it fall and joins Korva at her side, pressing down at her hand which is now weakly grasping at her chest “KORVA!” he yells, shaking her to keep her conscious, to keep her from leaving them.

He heard her talk excitedly about this performance, or as excited as Korva shows herself. She was looking towards a small performance, on a small stage with just their new friends. And now she suffers.

He feels somebody pressing a paw on his shoulder. He smells Sniff and sees her placing a paw on his own over Korvas chest.

“Apo, what happened?” he tone wasn’t accusatory, but also not calm. He hears people talking around them, panicked.

��The knife- “he stutters, still confused about what happened. “It wasn’t knife for this”.

In the audience, the murmur turns into talking. Ren is talking about an Encore, already lost in his drunk haze. He probably hasn’t even noticed that Apo and Korva weren’t acting anymore. Scott was smiling confused, wondering if this was some kind of emersive play. There was a play in this play afterall.

But when Sniff came out from the side, blocking their view from Korva and talking to Apo hastly, he really starts to doubt that this was part of it.

On the side Ratman stands up and looks frantically around. Where was Ros? Where was Tubbo? Korva is not a guilty person, why would she be the one to feel Ros’ vengeance?

The two cultist rats are nowhere in sight, having probably left the Szene the moment Korva fell.

Realising that something was very wrong, Martyn gets up from his seat and runs over to Apo and Sniff, catching the last bit of their conversations. “Apo!” he calls and lands on his other side, grabbing his shoulder and turning the smaller rat towards him. “Who gave you that knife?”. Apo stammered lighty grasping own of Martyns paws on his shoulders. “I, I- “he stutters. Everything was overwhelming, nothing was making sense, and oh mother goddess he killed Korva-

“APO, who gave you that knife?!” Martyn insist, shaking Apos shoulders to get him to answer. At least a name will do.

Apo looks up at Martyn a haunted look in his eyes. Martyn has seen this look far to many times in his travels.

“Ros- “he gulps out “the knife, it was real- her knife” he manages to say. Martyn pets his shoulder and stands up, turning around towards Ratman, who was already looking at him. He mouths Tubbo and Ros’ names, but the Superrat just shacks his head and jerks it back, pointing at the door. They are already gone.

Martyn curses under his breath and makes his way out of the theatre. Before he walks out the door, he stops by Scott who by now also got up and made his way to Martyn, planing to join him.

The rat in question just points with the head towards Korva and Apo. “Go help her, the others aren’t capable to right now” he leaves with those words, hoping that the culprits are not to far gone already.

Maybe they already left the Rattic, maybe not. Whatever happens now, Ros and Tubbo will not be welcome anymore after this day. He will make sure of it.

Scott takes a moment to look after Martyn, sighing at his friend and moving with quick steps towards the fallen actress.

At one point Sniff took of her cardigan and used that to press down on the wound. It has stopped bleeding by now, but she kept pressing anyway. If Korva moved and ripped open the wound then who knows if the rats could still help.

Scott joins her side, looking at Korvas bloody blouse and her sweat filled face. Why was she sweating so profoundly?

The knife, which was one of the culprits of this panic finds itself back in Apos paw. He didn’t want anybody to get hurt again, so he took it. He is sitting on the stairs to the altar, holding the knife closed to his chest. The paint was still dripping down now barley any was left. It reveals a perfectly normal knife, silver and shining.

He saw how Scott was taking care of Korva with the help of Sniff. Owen was checking the script and looking around the stage.

Bek and El on the other hand, approach him. They look as grim as he feels. El sits down next to him and gently put her paw on his arm. What is with everybody paying attention to him? Korva is dying-

“Korva will be fine” El reassures him ��Scott says that the knifes maybe got some stuff on in”. He looks up at her, perplexed. “It’s just paint”. Eliose gives him a half a smile and points at the knife “Doesn’t look like paint to me” she gently says. “My wife would know what paint looks like!” Bek speaks up and holds out her paw.

Looking from the knife to the outstretched hand, he carefully lays it down in her paw and hastily pulls his owns away. Bek leaves them relatively quick afterwards, joining Scott and Sniff.

The small catlike rat gave a head count of the still remaining rats of the room. Everyone expect Martyn, Ros and Tubbo was still there. Back at the seats, Ros was somehow trying to calm Ren down, who kept certainly had one to much and kept on yapping about something Apo really couldn’t care about. Ratman kept on looking over them and some fancy device on his arm. Apo tried to steal it once, but Ratman easily caught him. He wasn’t unkind in his scolding, but that thing was definitely not something he should mess with. Even as a joke.

“It was poison” he hears Scott say to his side. Looking over at him he sees how the white at turns towards him. “Apo, did you touch the liquid on the knife?” Scott asks. He seems calm, but there was something in his voice. A slight panic.

He simply lifts his paw, which was feeling strangly numb by now. Scott sighed under his breath and points at Korva. “Bek? Help me carry Korva to my house. Apo, you come with” he says and stands up moving towards him.

As confusing as everything is right now, he follows him with the company of Bek and Korva.

“Oh? Is the play moving? Excellent!” a drunk Ren calls from the seats and tries to get up but is stopped by Water who simply pushes him back into the chair.

“The show is over Captain, please drink this water” Water tries to speak to him, but Ren keeps on rambling and ignoring the cup infront of him. She sighs and looks at Ratman who just shrugs at her.

“Where did they even get poison from? I don’t think that the hotel has something like that” Owen says with the script tightly in his paws. “There are many unknows in this hotel. Even to me” Ratman huffed out with a grin and waved at the others to follow him. “Luckly, Martyn seemed to have caught our local cultist, so why not ask”. The screen of his device was lit up and some text was present on it.

Water couldn’t decipher it, but she knows that Martyn also has that bracelet and saw him tipping away on it many times already. So, they all got up, except Ren, he went down when he tried to stand up and just laid on the floor without another attempt. She just sighs for the million times today and climbed over him to get to her fellow rats leaving the theatre.

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Martyn was a calm rat and a patient man who has lived through many situations which either endangered his life, or that of others. He has probably seen majority of it and knows how to deal with situations like cultist killing his friends. So why was he so worked up over this particular event?

He found them. Quite easily at that. They are at Ros’ half-finished castle and don’t even try to hide their present from the world or him. Not their present, nor their words.

“It- It was me…” They said nearly in union. Ros was quiet, seemingly sad and regrettable about what happened. Tubrat on the other hand was loud and trying to drown out Ros’ words, trying to make him the sole culprit. In the end, this was all a façade anyways, or so Martyn thinks.

He points his knife at them and walks towards them, they try to back up, but the castles walls prevented that. “One last chance, who gave Ratpo that knife?!” perhaps he is lashing out in this situation is not the best, but Martyn did not care at the moment. Regardless, he attempts to cool his head.

Korva would be fine. Scott seems to know a bit about medicine, same as Sniff. If worse comes to worse, he knows that Eliose would step in and take care of everything. Their star rat will not succumb to the filthy hands of cultist.

Both rats just frantically looked at each other and the knife pointed at them. They do not give a response again. Martyn is feeling how he was reaching his limits. Why was he getting worked up so much?

“Alright- “he declares and makes a quick step forward, not directly in front of them. “- Both guilty then”. Tubrat pulls Ros behind him and stares Martyn in his eyes. Behind him, Ros tries to get out of his grip. “That wasn’t in the script” the purple rat shrikes and pulls harder at Tubrats arm. Now that comment irks Martyn greatly. “Then why did it happen? For all we know, Korva is bleeding out in Apos arms right now! Would make a hell of an ending after all.”

Ros gaps and momentarily stops her struggles and simply stands there, looking at the floor. Tubrat spares her a glance and loosens up his arm. Well, at least they still feel sympathy for one another. Before he could ask again, the little rat speaks up again. “I can’t tell you, Martyn. Otherwise, I would have to kill you” she speaks with a newfound determination.

Martyn stocks for a second. He may not have known Ros prior to this Rattic, but he knows that she is a gentle soul who has been swaying by Tubrats insanity. A dangerous insanity which was already present in his last Rattic with him. It just wasn’t as fleshed out as it is now.

He snorts and takes a step back. “Oh yea?” he taunts openly. That was all Ros apparently needed, as she gently but firmly pushes Tubrat out of the way, who exclaims in disbelief. She walks towards him with those unmoving eyes, but Martyn knew that he needed to act first. If not, well, he knows how to throw a punch and Ros was one of their smallest and weakest rats up here.

She wouldn’t stand a chance in an actual fight. So, Martyn made quick progress with her. As she approaches, he swiftly rushes forwards and grabs her by her tunic and pulls her to him, knife pressed against her throat.

“Now both of you come with me, or else- “he attempts but was interrupted by Tubrat, who throws his arms up in the air. “Alright alright, geez, chill man” Tubrats says and moves around the castle, followed by Ros and Martyn.

And that’s how they ended up in front of Ratman’s Street, with all the rats around Ros and Tubrat, so that if they attempt to flee, they wouldn’t get far. Martyn would make sure of that promise.

“You to have been talking a lot about murder recently and now some one actually died” Owen starts, which also started a lot of words yelled throughout the street. It was chaos. Tubrat trying to pull the blame on himself, Ros clearly stating that it was her who gave Ratpo that knife, Ratman talking about innocence and whatnot. Sniff at one point walked one step closer and to talk better with Ros. Martyn was ready to jump between them if any of them thought about pulling something funny.

“Ros, did you know that knife could actually kill someone” she asks gently, still seeing the old Ros, kind and sweet Ros, in that rat before her. Instead of answering Sniff, Ros fumbled greatly with her words. Tubrat grabs Ros’ arm again, giving Sniff a murderous look. Sniff levels him and asks again, “did any of you both that someone would die tonight?”

The attic of this once lively hotel was quiet. Neither party says anything. Tubrat and Ros just glance at one another. They did plan a murder, and a wonderful murder they had in the form of the other rat’s sanity.

“Well, the silence is loud- “, “You didn’t give me anymore stage instructions- “, “-so you planed for it to end like that?” The rats all spoke over each other. Now it feels kind of appropriate to be right in front of Ratman’s house, who claims to uphold judgment for them all. They will get their punishment for what they did to Korva and Apo.

Owen steps up and points his own golden knife at them. There is barely any hesitation in his step. That doesn’t mean that what he is about to say will make him feel good. “You two need to leave, now.” He says with a waver in his voice. The other rats follow him, branding their weapons of tools and pointing them at the two other rats. “Hey now, you can’t do that!” Tubrats exclaims loudly walks carefully away, Ros arms still clutched in his hands.

“Oh yes we can” comes Els voice from somewhere among the angry rats, who all start approaching the two.

They start to run, anywhere, away from their angry friends. Because that’s what they are. Friends. They live together, eat together, and are supposed to work together for a better future in the Rattic. Not work against one another.

There was yelling, screaming, even some mean words thrown at the two. It was six rats chasing after two, but it felt more like they were hunted down by cats.

Already breathing heavily, from pain, excitement, bloodlust- Tubrat couldn’t tell what it was, but he loved every single second of it. The thrill, the danger, the want to cause more of this-

Ros pulls him harshly to the side of the building they just passed and towards the open area of the hall. They stop at the edge, their angry friends nearly joining them. “What- What are we meant to do?” Ros says, tears gathering in her eyes. This was not how they have planned everything, not how he has planned it, but he will make it work. As he sees Owen and Martyn stepping on the wood they stand on, he pulls Ros and falls.

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The six rats, all with grimaces of annoyance or concern, stood at the ledge. There wasn’t much to do now. The culprits are gone, probably searchin a hiding place among the humans and the rats.

One thing is sure, they will not be allowed back into the Rattic.

“Well, isn’t this a sweet sight” a voice proclaims behind them. Scott, with the company of Bek, stands leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a small grin on his face.

Regardless of how carefree his posture is, there is a certain tension in his limbs.

“How is Korva?” Martyn asks immediately as Bek joins their side, jumping in her wifes arms.

The alchemist rats sighed and gave him a pleasant smile, “Hello to you too, Litenunte”.

He waves them over and starts walking away, not waiting to see if his fellow rats follow him. They would, he already knows that.

“Korva is alive- “he hears relieved sighs behind him, “-but not well. Her system needs to rid of the poison herself, but I will be by her side through it all” he firmly states but not unkind.

That was Scott, a sarcastic and charismatic rat who’s willing to do everything in his power to help. Only if he wants too though.

The post rats join him on quick feet, not that much shorter than him but noticeably so. “But- But did you leave her alone now?” she queries, grabbing her bag strap across her chest tighter.

Owen Aswell reaches him as well and lays a hand on Scott’s shoulder, who doesn’t stop. They still have something to do, and with the rat lady he will make sure it’s fulfilled.

“We need to discuss what we are meant to do now. The other rats are upset and distraught” the taller rat asserts and lifts his paw again. They walking like that is slightly chaotic.

“Apo is also not here” Scott states after his thought. They move around the pirate’s little pond and along the street of Ratman. Towards the theatre.

Water skitters infront of Scott and walks backwards “So he is with her? Oh, poor Apo” she worries.

He understands what she means. Leaving him with the person he nearly accidentally murders would generally not be that accepted among their ranks, but Apo basically begged him to let him stay with Korva.

Who is he to deny one of his patients pleads?

The rats arrived at the theatre, and they all walked inside. There was still something they needed to do. Look at the props and see if anything else could harm the rats and find any traces left by Tubrat and Ros.

And search they did. Between the floorboards, behind the curtains and the scene pictures. Especially the prompts they checked but, some would say thankfully, couldn’t find anything at all.

Well, they found the captain, now lying on the ground, giggling at himself.

Martyn sighs and tries to pull the captain upwards, with no real luck, “Oh Captain”.

“I don’t want to interrupt this, well, calm moment- “El interrupts the conversation between the groups. Most of them either sat down on the seats by the viewership or in front on the floor. Ratman and Scott were off, chatting by the side. ---

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My Notes [If anybody wants to continue this, they are very welcome to, do tag me so that I can read it c:]

Introduction

The play

Apo was shocked after killing Korva, Korva is suffering under Poison and not get that good fair, and to that the knife slipped maybe. Martyn running to Apo asking who gave him the knife, Sniff trying to help Korva, Scott then helping because of poison. Ren talking uselessly in the background, drunk captain after all. Water, El, and Bek staying by Apo, telling him to let go of the knife he is clutching still, Owen trying to read the script about what actually should have happened, Ros and Tubbo fleeing, Martyn getting them though.

The chase

Martyn chasing after them, finding them and grabbing Ros, Tubrat trying to lie them out, but Ros feeling guilty (who gave Apo that knife ’Me…’ oh me!’) him dragging Ros with him so that Tubrat follows, Sniff, Apo and Scott are bringing Korva over to Scotts home, because the equipment is better, the others talking with Tubrat and Ros and Owen then throwing them off the balcony. They are going back, looking at the equipment, finding still drunk Ren there. Scott and Sniff joining them, saying that Korva is with Apo taking care of her. The showing worry for Korva, because Ros got nearly killed by Tubrat and now look at her.

The Vote

They vote if they should help them in the cage or not. Water, Sniff, El and Bek for helping and Martyn, Ren, Ratman, Scott voting against. Owen was the tiebreak for not helping. Ratman saying to Sniff, Water and Owen, that everything was planned by Ros, saying that they will kill a wronggen, Ratman being fine with it bc of Vengeance. They heard them talk their whole Cult stuff but didn’t put two and two together.

Talking with Martyn

Scott went directly after Martyn, saying that they are feeling conflicted and wait a bit, Martyn agrees. They tell Martyn, because he is the responsible Rat I suppose, Martyn being pissed, because the Captain just passed out on him and the whole situation, he heard him before talking outside with El and Bek, thanking their performance. Scott and Water then tell on Ratman. They all decide then not to talk for today, because the tension is quite high and Korva is their main priority right now. Martyn sends them all on their way.

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