Horror Undertale Novels & Stories

“The shop owner is just a young lady who can make burritos—how bad could she be? Damn players, I want to tear them into eight pieces!” The leading boss immediately issued an order. “Find the burrito shop owner at all costs. If any player stands in our way—kill them.” Soon, all the bosses walked out of the shop and rushed back to their own dungeons to work overtime. That night, all players were forcibly pulled into the horror game. Some were sleeping one second and lying in a strange mountain village the next. As soon as the game started, a big boss leaped out and chased after players, shouting. “Was it you who kidnapped the burrito shop owner?”

Finally, he said thoughtfully: “I asked you to make a choice once. Black or white. Death or life. It wasn’t that hard because the question was only about the horse. Right? Do you remember that?” Something inside me resonated painfully. As if Reive was plucking my most sensitive strings. “I do...” “And you, the girl who had never met an undead in her life, chose the shellmougr. Death itself. Scarlet Hoof is one of the most dangerous creatures of the Twilight. Just one bite from him dooms a person to rotting alive. But you weren’t afraid. And not because you didn’t know that. Right?” “Right,” I agreed. What the necromancer was saying frightened me for some reason. But then, I had chosen the de

He could feel the regret Of his feelings that were so set An irrevocable emotional bit Pepper Rei was the fit For his puzzled long life So he took after her To find her laying under the Hallow tree A gate to the otherworld And he could hear the nearby residents Putting up the Halloween decor A naive sensitivity looming on the survival of mankind He saw with a sinking whine Pepper Rei flaking into bits And settling into the Hallow roots And this was the moment of fear, A first for Mr. Riversane Maybe the end was very near. Trade with Death The clock was nearing midnight The fog had settled an unusual welcome to the end

(Alfred) The Expandable Unit is actually Alfred horde of Undead Monster. All of them were not destroyed by me nor Alfred, But under my order and Military secrecy, all the undead that raises by Alfred, will be called an Expandable units, which will be used in any live practice and any labour work in the case of unavailable labour.

I quickly answered the call. "Hello, is this Alpha Aidan of Nightblade Pack?" A man's voice came through the phone. "Yes. Who are you?" I asked cautiously. "Eric. I'm an officer with the International Werewolf Council. I have some unfortunate news to tell you." There was a pause on the other end, and I felt a bad premonition, my heartbeat racing. "Your mate, Luna Freya, was in a plane crash. We need you to come and identify the body."

I hope the werewolf council comes soon. *End of flashback*

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

A broken holo‑sign crackled above me, throwing flickers of unreadable ads over the faces of half‑rendered undead drones, glitching in and out around the trash bins. Every tile was stolen from somewhere. Everyone wanted us dead. Behind us, where we’d just been, a section of castle floor tilted and dropped, its edge crumbling away into a yawning void that held flashes of every arena at once: rotating blades, ink rivers, spike pits, the red streets swallowing themselves. “Don’t look down,” Jax panted, landing light on a sliver of carnival board next to me. “It’s just existential horror. Nothing new.” “Eyes forward,” Selene snapped.