Papyrus Pictures Undertale Novels & Stories

During their stroll, Lucy's phone chimed with a message from Faith. Lucy read the text message and said, "Darling, Faith texted saying she found five individuals who matched your youngest uncle's facial structure. Take a look." Tobias took her phone and looked at five photos. Each man looked similar to his younger uncle, Zander Ripley. However, one photo didn't look like Zander at all. Tobias was confused and said, "The men in these four photos looked slightly similar to Uncle Zander, but why is this picture in the mix? He looks nothing like Uncle Zander."

I ask, sitting up. “Proof that you owe me an apology for calling me useless.” I roll my eyes but scoot closer as he pulls a folded piece of parchment from between the pages. It looks like it hasn’t seen daylight in centuries, the edges frayed and the ink faded. Luis unfolds it carefully, revealing what looks like a map. It’s marked with strange symbols, some of which glow faintly in the dim light. “What is this?” I ask, squinting at the unfamiliar markings.

Her eyes were fixed on a massive, ancient pine tree standing right at the border of Thalia's territory. "It is not a wolf. And it is not one of my kind." Maya watched in a quiet, racing panic as Thalia approached the base of the ancient pine. Fastened directly into the thick, dark bark with a rusted iron spike was a jagged piece of aged, weathered parchment. It fluttered violently in the wind like a dying bird. Thalia reached out, ripping the parchment away from the wood. She looked down at it, her brows furrowing into a tight, troubled line before she looked back at Elena.

Phobos pipes in telling me of his doubts about my accomplishment of his exercise. Grinding my teeth I claw on it and adding pressure to it has a piece pop up from the page. I startle dropping the book to the grass floor, caught off guard. Peering in I see fur peeking from underneath the piece. Time is running out. Taking a small breath I slowly tear the piece from the book. It comes off easily as if it was meant to whilst uncovering a small picture of four baby wild hares sleeping in a basket. There weren't merely four hares but eight.

“We didn’t find anything, Tess.” I blinked. “Nothing?” She shook her head. “No letters, no notes, no secret potions, no dark artifacts tucked beneath the mattress. Just…” She opened the wardrobe and stepped aside. I moved closer, and my stomach twisted. Photographs. Dozens of them. Taped inside the back panel. Framed in crazy neatness, like some macabre gallery exhibit. All of Lucian. Some candid – grainy shots from across a field, through a window, blurry in motion like they’d been taken secretly. Others posed – formal portraits likely swiped from wherever they kept in the estate.

“They found something upstairs. Behind the drywall in the hallway.” Leila tilted her head. “What did they find?” “Photos.” He produced a folded envelope from his back pocket and handed it to her. “They were behind the light switch, wrapped in wax paper.” She carefully opened it, revealing two black-and-white Polaroids—grainy but still discernible. The first showed a young woman sitting on the porch steps, barefoot and laughing. Next to her was a toddler with a bowl of what looked like cereal. Leila’s heart raced when she recognized the child.

Hazel ran toward them carrying her drawing. "Want to see it?" "Of course." The little girl handed him the paper. Dante accepted it carefully. Then froze. Because the drawing showed four people. Aurora. Darius. Hazel. And beside them... One extra figure. A man labeled in large, childish letters: UNCLE DANTE Hazel pointed proudly at the drawing. "That's you." Dante stared at it for a long moment. Then asked softly, "Why am I there?" Hazel looked confused by the question.

As dozens of pages appeared on the screen, the laptop just remained seated before us—still historical records, old photographs, pack documents, and anything remotely connected to the building. “I think I actually discovered something,” Talia's voice brought me back from my thoughts, her voice sounding too serious. My head snapped towards the screen. “You found something?” She sat straighter quickly. “Well, I think so.” Then she clicked another page, every click made my heart pound in my chest for reasons I don't know why. The image on the screen loaded slowly before finally becoming clear. And there it was—that same structure—the stone walls and the same archway visible enough behind my fath

“So, tell me the truth, what do you want?” Logan shrugged, unsure if he should tell the King about the map and the picture. He took a deep breath. If he asked the King about the picture, then there was a chance he could get answers. Slowly, he dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out the picture which he had folded into two. “I saw a picture of myself with a younger version of you and I also saw a man that seemed familiar, in the picture, making it three people in total.” Silas took the picture from him and glanced at it. Then he looked at Logan and asked. “Where did you get the picture from?”

She could remember posing in them before for one of her boyfriends – and the pictures of that little photoshoot she still kept in her scrapbook. Her still-warm panties found a place in the box and were buried again as she sat and dug deeper. She touched the soft leathery corner of her personal scrapbook. "Gotcha!" she pulled out the small tome and set it onto her lap. The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Tara had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet.