Papyrus Pictures Undertale Novels & Stories

“Then we must reach it first.” He studied me carefully. “The journey will be dangerous.” “So is staying here,” I replied. A flicker of admiration crossed his face. “You’re relentless.” “And you’re stalling,” I countered. He chuckled softly. “Very well.” Our eyes met, and the air between us warmed. “We leave at dawn,” he said. An Unexpected Discovery As I turned the final pages, something slipped free from the journal. A folded parchment. My breath caught as I opened it. Inside was a portrait, two young girls standing in a sunlit meadow.

I am sure Asher might not have solve it too. But Xavier seems to do this in just some seconds. Of course, his handwriting is quite unhealthy but the problem is all good. Then, I take out all the paper from the dustbin and start unwrapping it. Actually, those papers weren't empty at all. There are pictures in there. A funny and childish picture. A girl with long hair, studying at the desk, though the girl looks quite funny. Another one bas similar but in different position of the head. Another one with where I am holding my hair with my fingers.

I just send him one too, turning my attention back to the ever so interesting wall in front of me. "I got this for you doll, I know you said in the car you were tired and it says everywhere that this drink will help" he smiles, handing me the mug with what looked like warm tea in it, I take it from with with a smile as the wall became interesting for me once again "aren't you gonna try some?" He asks, really pushing at me to take a drink from the cup, I smile bringing the cup to my lips, the warm liquid making its way down the throat.

Talon left me at a door and I went in, it was a beautiful big study with a large desk in the middle of the room, the walls were constructed of large book shelves. After waiting for five minutes with no sign of Talon, I went over to the desk, my curiosity getting the better of me. Opening and closing draws I looked through the papers, finding nothing of interest, until the last draw. There was a hidden compartment. I battled for a few seconds before I managed to get it open. Pulling out the file I opened it, seeing numerous pictures of different woman, each accompanied by information on them. And then my heart dropped. Right at the end of it was a price.

I was just about to call after her - to tell her that we weren't done talking when she returned, clutching a stack of papers between her fingers. She crossed the room to where I was standing and held it out to me. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." I took the papers and began flipping through them - fast at first, but slower and slower when I realized what I was looking at. Drawings that Tate did. Various drawings of himself playing with other pups, drawings of the two of us with the rest of the pack, drawings of the two of us as a family with a faceless father figure, and finally, a drawing of a pack with a lone pup standing off to the side with drooped ears and a hanging tail.

She drank her tea and listened and occasionally looked at Lily with the particular expression of someone who was seeing something they had not expected and finding it unexpectedly good. Lily caught her looking at one point. “Do you want to see my drawing,” Lily asked her. Juliana looked slightly surprised. “Yes,” she said. “I would.” Lily climbed down and went to the fridge and pulled the drawing off and brought it to Juliana and stood beside her explaining each part of it in detail. The green cloud was the apple tree. The purple rectangle was the swing. The tall figures were everyone and the small one was Mr. Bear. Juliana listened to every word seriously.

“Because now… I know he’s real and wanted me to know.” Before Lucas could respond, another buzz. Alex opened it. And his expression changed instantly. Lucas noticed. “What is it?” Alex slowly turned the screen toward him. It was a picture. It was taken just seconds ago from behind them. Standing right where they were. Lucas’s breath hitched. Beneath the image, a single line: “Turn around slowly.” The words burned into Alex’s mind. For a split second, neither of them moved. Their heart thudded in their chest.

Fire needs stone, pup—she’s yours, revel! Lila stood by the pool, chestnut ponytail swaying, hazel eyes bright, clutching a parchment scroll, charcoal stick tucked behind her ear, courage radiant—the Veil’s end, her maps eternal, her spark blazing. Her tunic was clean, voice lilting, sketching the pool, the twilight catching her joy. Spark, her wolf, yipped vibrantly, tail wagging. You’re their star, Lila—draw, shine, live!

"They’re at home. In a valley with very big trees. Toby wanted me to give you something." ​Dante reached into his inner breast pocket. His large fingers passed over the cold metal of the silver data drive and pulled out the small piece of blue construction paper, folded into a crooked, uneven rectangle. He didn't stretch his arm out completely; he held it out on his palm, leaving the choice entirely to them. ​Julianna looked at the paper, then looked at Lucas. The boy nodded once—a silent, serious permission—and the little girl stepped forward, her clover-stained overalls rustling as she took the paper from Dante’s hand.

There was nothing was than self-hatred and self-pity and I was currently wallowing in both. After brushing my teeth, I rinsed my mouth and walked back to the room. I walked to my wardrobe, picked my hairbrush. I turned around to walk to the mirror and that’s when I saw it. A small piece of paper hanging off weirdly under a phone on the small table in the corner of the room. I walked towards it, removed the phone, picked and unwrapped the piece of paper. Talon’s neat, clear handwriting came into view – ‘It’s in here.’