Patience Undertale Novels & Stories

“Have you ever heard of the slowest downfall being the sweetest to watch? There’s something oddly satisfying about it.” “Hmmm,” I say. “Well, slow sounds boring to me.” He meets my gaze, raising a brow. “Oh?” “Yeah,” I nod. “And this isn’t what I signed up for.” “You’ll have to learn patience, then,” Nathaniel says, the side of his lips quirking into a small smile. “Why don’t you teach me?” I don’t know what pushes me to say what I say next, but I do it before I can stop myself. “Uncle?”

"My father put something significant in that box. The person who found the same thing he found understood that eventually someone would come for it." "They waited fourteen years for someone to come," he said. "Yes," she said. "Which tells us something." "What?" "Patience," she said. "The same kind of patience Cosimo had. The same kind Conti had." She looked at the road. "This world selects for patience in the people who last longest inside it." She paused. "But it also tells us they haven't used what they found. In fourteen years they haven't moved against the judge or the man from the photograph."

"Which means the message is the move. He wanted you moving and reconfiguring and expending resources." Thalrion looks at me. "You've been thinking about this," he says. "I've been thinking about how he thinks," I say. "Eight years of being inside his patience teaches you the shape of it." I set the tablet down. "He's patient. He doesn't move without knowing what the next three moves are. The car park was not impulsive." I look at Thalrion. "So what does he get from you spending three hours sweeping three properties?"

Roan sitting with his territory— the most difficult one, the most personal one, the one that would take the longest— and beginning the specific patience of someone who had learned from the right teacher that slow and right was better than fast and broken. Outside, the territory moved through its morning. The rosemary in the garden. The eastern room. The investigation across eight territories. And here— a room of people finding the path through the hardest wall the same way they found every path. Together. One careful step at a time.

He stopped. Caela said: "Building." He said: "From building." Caela said: "Yes." He said: "You learn patience from building because building requires waiting for the right moment." Caela said: "Yes." He said: "And you learn what the right moment is from observing." Caela said: "Yes." He said: "Observation produces patience." Caela said: "Yes." He said: "That is section—" Caela said: "Thirty-six."

His cat was asleep on his shoulder, clearly not possessing the patience its owner had. “Hmm,” Pazuzu sighed and disappeared into the darkness a second time; and he reappeared a second time after a week had passed. Once again, he had not left and had been watching all this while! It was amazing how patient he was; but his attitude made sense when one considered that this was the only lead he had, and he had nowhere else to look or go. He did that a number of time, but once a month had passed, he finally gave up and left for good. This time, he did not reappear; this time he did not return. For a whole month, he didn’t show his face.

Cassidy shouted back to her mom. I sighed, returning to my work, finding it even harder to focus since all I could think about was how close her lips were. All I could think about was how good it felt having her on top of me like that. I don’t even know how I managed to finish the page I was on. But I did, and then Cassidy took my notebook and reviewed my work. She sighed, moved back next to me, and patiently walked through each error I made. And yet she says she doesn’t have the patience for teaching. I smiled as she finished explaining my errors on the last question.

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As a t*** was still needed for her to complete. Hah! 'Patience Shane. Patience.' Shane murmured under his breath. 'If we were not patient' Shane paused on saying before starting to walk and then continuing the words that were paused. 'Our dreams will never be able to be achieved.' Shane continued on to say. Not noticing that someone had more or less heard what she thought. Arranging his glasses, the man lifted the corner of his lips and also thought. "This Luna, was a very interesting person"

“Dorsal Finn Chinese restaurant, how can I help you?” “You should bring a needle and thread when you come over, Walker,” Patience said in his ear. “My sides have split wide open.” “Patience Userkaf, what can I do for you at—” He checked the time on his cell. “Oh, man, Patti! Don’t you ever sleep?” “Daylight is the time for being awake,” Patience said. “Are you allergic to garlic by any chance? Enquiring minds wonder.” “Think I’ll keep the needle and thread, joker,” he smiled to himself. “So what’s happening?”