Papyrus X Mettaton Novels & Stories

Asked John as he pulled himself out of the chair in order to reach for the table closest to him and drop the newspaper. "Maybe Metatron is trying to reveal something to us?" Maria spoke with the little idea she had on the topic. "Not necessarily, I doubt that this is the doing of Metatron or Raphael even." Said Pete as walks across the room. He returned with a rough note which looked like it came from centuries ago. Its handwriting was so light but highly calligraphic and designed.

It was as if she built her own world in the middle of a chaotic city. But how can one live alone without even the stars for company? I felt a vibration in my right thigh. The paper fell again as I was fishing my phone out of my pocket. I picked it up first before checking the caller. Papa calling... I muted it, letting the call go through voicemail. Not wanting to entertain any unwelcome thoughts, I unfolded the cream-colored paper to see what’s inside. I was greeted by a fine handwriting that I assume was hers. What are your thoughts on the rain?

Every one of her senses was enthralled with a soothing calm. “Damn it!” Damon’s voice from beyond the great hall. Pushing the door open, Journee saw him buried in mountainous piles of books and scrolls. She watched him hold up a piece of parchment, comparing it to another material. It is foreign. Something I have not handled in real life. Taking a closer look, she recognised it from her history textbooks. Papyrus! OMG! They have ancient Egyptian texts here?! Excitement shot through her veins as her hands trembled with desire. Briefly, Journee allowed her fingers to trace the outline of the hieroglyphics.

"Dr. Cross's published paper details an alternative matrix. That matrix fails under metabolic stress." She pressed the advancer one final time. A digital scan of a handwritten, densely annotated notebook page appeared on the screen, a bright yellow timestamp glowing in the corner. "Let us examine the authorship," Elara said.

I hit his chest, "stop taking off my plate, go get yours." Suddenly a loud ring was heard in the room, we turned around and saw Mrs.Calloway with a champagne glass in hand and a fork. "I appreciate you all for being here this evening! I would like us all to move to the courtyard." she gave a wide grin as she moved off the podium. Soon people started moving outside into the courtyard.

Then, taking a seat on the ground, I begin to read. The papers inside the file are old, frayed and yellowed. They are papyrus, something I seldom see in the pack anymore. Then, ever so carefully, o lift up the first piece of frayed paper and hold it near. The penmanship on the papyrus is fading, making it hard to decipher what had been written on it.