Papyrus Pictures Undertale Novels & Stories

"Now the big question is - what were you tasked to steal?" "A box," the girl answered. "I have a sketch of the box in my pocket." Talia flicked her finger again and released her right hand, with which she reached into her pocket and pulled out the sketch. Talia gets up and takes the paper, looking at the drawing. She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Roweena, you sly snake." She then lackadaisically flicks her fingers again, totally releasing all of them completely. They drop to the floor, weak, as they try to catch their breath. Then they got up.

he snapped impatiently, although a glimmer of curiosity flickered in his eyes. Axel persisted, knowing that Xavier wanted to know more despite his dismissive tone. “Pictures of the kids,” he revealed, holding his ground. Even in the face of Xavier’s irritation. “These pictures were taken at school today.” Xavier’s interest was piqued, and he reluctantly reached for the tablet Axel offered. Although his initial glance at the device was disinterested, he couldn’t help but become engrossed as he swiped through the images. The first picture captured the little girl, her angelic face adorned with green paint, her smile infectious.

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

"What did you find?" She emptied the pouch onto the bed, there were three smooth black stones and a silver key, a piece of parchment was also flooded underneath. Rynese leaned over her shoulder. "I vote we look at the parchment before we start guessing what mysterious rocks do." "Agreed," Valkyrie said. Zara unfolded it, unlike the last note, this one wasn't written in sentences. It was a rough sketch and a map. The underground tunnels stretched across the page like veins, branching in every direction. Several routes had been crossed out with thick charcoal lines but only one remained untouched. It ended at a circle marked with a single symbol. A crescent moon.

Parker said, fed up with everyone thinking the worst of him. Carter flipped open the leather folder and picked up some papers, tossing them down the conference table toward Parker. The papers scattered across the wooden tabletop and revealed exactly why Carter was so pissed. They were photos. Of Talia. Parker was in the photos, too, but he was blurred and out of focus and couldn’t really be recognized. Talia, on the other hand, was in full view of the camera. “Shit,” he said, picking one up.

At this point Mantilo rolled tilted his head and said "It isn't hidden or scared Nate, it's simply an old damp cellar filled with old things and even older papers." Nate rose his eyebrows at Ezekiel in a fashion of nonchalance and continued. "You didn't hear that." Nate said then hefted the picture in his hand. "This is what we came back with and after we deciphered some of the writing...." Apparently thinking to include him, Ezekiel turned and handed Brandon the page that he was holding, before he turned his own attention back to what Nate brother was saying. But Brandon couldn't be bothered to listen the moment he set eyes on the picture. Brandon looked at the image stylized on the brittle

“Is there no information regarding your parents here?” “No, Sir. This is my travel journal." Edmund was suddenly stunned. The girl reminded him of Alice. His wife also had a journal like that. "Look!" The toddler's sweet voice snapped Edmund to the presence. Her tiny index finger was now poking the page that was full of pictures. Their shapes were strange. Some of them had circle marks. “This is my holiday target. Currently, we are heading this way. Chamarel Falls.” Edmund frowned when he saw four long vertical lines which turned out to be a picture of a waterfall. Before the little girl could chatter any longer, he closed the book and put on a firm look.

—K Riley collected the notes in a small wooden box that Mateo had carved for her, alongside pressed flowers and dried apple seeds and a photograph of Tata Pedro standing in the orchard, his hands on his hips, his face creased with the particular joy of someone who had just proved the world wrong. ---

It was dusty but remained unharmed. Talia knelt, her gaze fixated on the board. The tiles were not adorned with images but bore intricate, etched symbols—runes. A tingling sensation coursed through her fingertips as she touched them. She carefully placed one of the tiles into position. A distinct "click" echoed in the silence. Her pulse quickened. “Lucian.” He was at her side in an instant, crouching beside her. “Tell me what’s happening.” “This is no game,” she whispered. “It’s a lock.”

muttered Daryl who was also starting to get worried. “…Regardless, take a look inside the wooden box, Gerald. It’s meant for you anyway,” added Daryl after a brief pause. “Alright!” replied Gerald as he doubtfully opened the box. Upon opening it, an ancient-looking scroll was revealed. After inspecting it a bit closer, it seemed to be a route map in a desert. The few grains of sand that were present on the scroll confirmed their deduction. Every point on the map was marked clearly, and Gerald found himself surprised when he realized that the final destination appeared to be some underground palace. What more, there was a large sarcophagus in the middle of that palace!