Papyrus Pictures Undertale Novels & Stories

Aunt Jules always told me how much I reminded her of her big sister. I placed the picture on the nightstand next to the bed and then I continued to explore the contents of the chest. The next thing I found was a tattered paper scroll. It was old looking and had a weird old, dirty brown colour. I picked it up and it felt grainy against my fingers. "Is that Papyrus!" Zander carefully took the scroll from my hand. "It is. WOW!" He said, he began to examine the scroll more closely. "What is a Papyrus?"

"Find your way back to me." Slowly, I detached myself from her and focused on Zelta. "What do I need to do?" She opened her box, and fumbled through the stack with shaky hands. After a while of lifting and shifting the contents in the box, she retrieved an small old leather paper back. It had brown pages filled with images and letterings that could be anything but English. Typical of a witch's diary. She stopped at a page that had an illustration of what seemed to me like a man sitting in the head of another man. Ancient letterings were inked above and below the image.

Of course, the ancient would have a hidden horror book in his personal damn throne in his personal damn vault! It was clear that the writing wasn’t normal ink and it had to be some kind of tattoo. I studied the first page, which seemed to be some kind of drawing of a tree. The ink had faded in some places, but I could still make out the tree. The next page was a very bad drawing of what seemed to be a witch and I could only imagine the circular image to be a cauldron of sorts! That was it! This was what we had been looking for all this time! I quickly paged to the next page. It was covered in symbols I had never seen before which I could only guess was the spell … Could this be the unlinking

Drawing materials. A small blanket. Signs of a child. Signs of Leo. My pulse quickened. Then I noticed something beneath a bench. A piece of paper. Folded. Forgotten. I shouldn't have touched it. I knew that. Yet I picked it up anyway. And unfolded it. The world stopped. It was a drawing. Simple. Childlike. Crude. Yet instantly recognizable. Elara. King Alaric. Leo. The three figures stood together. Smiling.

Albert took wide strides, looking very impatient to know the contents of the parchment. Upon arriving at the library, Albert asked Jayden to clear the table. The man then opened the wooden tube and took out the contents. Albert placed a scroll made of animal skin on the table. He took a deep breath before removing the small rope that tied the scroll together. Then he unfolded the scroll slowly until it displayed what was written. The image of a full moon immediately drew attention. There were also pictures of wolves and symbols that Albert didn't understand. Then, his attention was drawn to the sentence written below the pictures. It was written in an ancient language.

she breaks to sipped her beer and put it back down and show us the Illustration for The Chosen One and The Healer. Walter almost choked on his beer, while I hold his hand tightly. It was a picture of us, and it was on a very old version printed book that had discoloration on its pages. Our picture was in black and white, it was like a Polaroid picture of Walter and I clearly printed on the page. Walter was flipping the page looking at the picture, again and again making sure that it was real. "Damn it Shani...have you seen this when you met me for the first time? have you known this whole time?" Walt asked her palming his face with his hand, he looked frustrated.