Papyrus Pictures Undertale 소설 & 이야기

I questioned, my voice timid, hands shaking behind my back. "I'm assuming you just drew this?" he asked, holding the piece of paper out to me, causing me to nod slowly, embarrassed he had seen my pathetic attempt to regurgitate the horrific images in my head in person. The pencil shadings looked more like a child had had a tantrum while drawing them than anything else. However, Theonardo was analysing my drawing carefully, his brows furrowed, causing me horrendous anxiety. "Have you been here before?" Theonardo asked, pointing at the scene in my drawing, my eyes drawn to the gushing waterfall leading into a deep pool of water. The large oak trees scattered around it lead to a small cavern, t

"The one with the big pictures of the lions and the furry bears." "I will get it for you right now, sweetie," I said, reaching up to pull the bright green book from the shelf. I handed it to her, and she immediately gripped the edges, pulling it close to her chest. "What about you, Maple?" I asked, turning to his side of the sofa. Maple set his juice cup carefully on the side table. He pointed his finger toward the small wooden drawer under the television. "I want my big drawing papers. The ones with my dragon pictures."

Curiosity finally won. I opened it and fired up his laptop. Most of the files were boring business shit. Then I found a hidden folder called “Cream Pies Unlimited.” My pussy twitched the second I clicked it. The “Images” folder was packed with hundreds of pictures — pussies of every kind, freshly fucked and leaking thick, white cum. It dribbled out of stretched holes, ran down arse cheeks, pooled on bedsheets. I stared, breathing faster, and slipped a hand into my panties. My clit was already swollen and slippery.

But I guess I didn't see more of the drawing on the art pad. Because she is naked and lying on the ground under the waterfall with four very handsome guys/ wolves. I could be wrong. So why did I draw this? That was when I saw she was naked on the ground. But there had been a blanket over her with a guy behind her, and he was kissing her shoulder. Then I saw another picture I had drawn beside another handsome guy, and he had dark blonde hair and had a smile on his face. Then, finally, I saw the girl with purple eyes asleep with a smile on her face.

“Do you see anything that interests you?” The tapestry furthest left was a simple design depicting the Higher God of Bloodshed, Arners, surrounded by a sea of--well, blood. He had on his typical wolf skull mask and black cape with a giant axe gripped tightly in his hand. The middle tapestry was a lighter scene, simply a forest with a woman lying up against a tree with a stag cozying up to her. The woman looked quite familiar, as if Ursa had seen her before. The final tapestry hung up depicted a castle on a ledge surrounded by a sea of lava. Overhead, a large storm harassed the castle, incessantly trying to get the attention of the people within. That was the original piece. “These are all qu

“What the hell am I supposed to do next?” Letting out a long sigh, he replies dryly. “I sent you a picture of the scroll... use it.” Rolling my eyes, I slump to one knee and drop my bag pack on the floor by my feet. Pulling out my IIpadand a torch, I turn my IIpadon to see the notification of a message. Tapping on the notification the first thing I see is a picture of the rolled out scroll, zooming in on the picture to make the image bigger and wider I frown at the weird graphics drawn on an old, brown coloured paper.

I could taste dirt in my mouth and feel the walls tighten around me. I finally reached the end, and it opened into a small cavern, large enough for me to sit up. In a corner there was a roll of parchment. What was it? A treasure map? A magic scroll? I unrolled it. A piece of charcoal fell out. The page was covered in drawings. Quite realistic poses of the female mouse, on her back, legs open showing her privates. In detail. A lot of close-up detail.

The next page : < he asked us if we want to enter it, we were excited so we accepted, then he asked us to draw a big magic cercle under the castle. Then the eight of us we pulled out some keys on the corner of this big yard, the castle descended and landed on the ground of this yard>. The next page : < a big red magic cercle with some ancient inscriptions around it> The next page : < a drawing of the big crown with the four sketches the sword, the dragon ,the moon and a diamond > The next page : < it was our biggest mistake we opened the door for this terrible creature, we didn't recognize that at this moment.

Franco let out a breath, his shoulders sagging. Pedro stared at the folder for a long moment before summoning the strength to open it. His fingers trembled as he lifted the top sheet. Inside were colour photographs—Tessa and a little boy with dark eyes and curly hair. They were at the botanical gardens, the riverwalk, the museum. In each photo, the boy clutched Tessa’s hand, looking up at her with pure delight.

"Every story." "Every world." "Every promise." "Even the ones you chose to forget." He reached into his coat and removed an old photograph. Its edges were torn with age. The picture showed two boys standing beneath the White Tree. One held a silver notebook. The other carried a wooden sword. Between them stood the First Author, smiling proudly. Adrian stared at the picture. The boy with the notebook... was him. The other... was Elias. A date had been written beneath the photograph.