Novel & Cerita Skeleton In Undertale With A Fondness For Puns

“Old man, there's no need to get so worked up. Don’t worry. I’ll send you to the underworld soon enough.” In the blood-red space, Adrian unleashed a punch that shattered everything in its path. A blinding flash of crimson light erupted as his strike hit the old man's skeletal frame. His bones trembled, and with a loud crack, a small fragment broke off. Though it was just a tiny piece, the old man’s soul flame flickered as if that skeletal frame was his most prized possession. Adrian smirked. “So, this skeleton isn’t just a puppet. It’s your real body, isn’t it? If I crush it, I doubt you’ll last much longer, old man.”

It was what I had written during one of the rare moments when I was conscious, before everything went dark. [I still couldn't buy a new outfit. I wanted 100 bucks to buy a nice set of clothes, so I could say goodbye to the world properly. Now, it's clear that's impossible. I used to hate Mom and Dad. I hated them for never caring for me. But now, as I'm dying, all I can think about are the memories from when I was little—when they took me to fly a kite. I was so happy then. If only I could go back to that time, living carefree."

Becoming an undead skeleton was a punishment brought about by angering a witch, not a blessing of eternal life like a vampire -- although, some would argue that vampires were more cursed than blessed. “I think I’ll start with a leg,” I said, lowering the bone saw to the skeleton’s femur. I let the blade graze the bone. “No! Wait!” the skeleton cried out. “I swear no one sent me. I was attracted to the girl’s scent.” I lifted the blade away from the skeleton’s leg and furrowed my brows. “What scent?” I said. “She has a scent,” the skeleton replied. “And a strong one at that. Strong enough to make me go a little… crazy.”

Maybe the ancient weapons were hungry, too. “Your mind is an interesting dumpster,” Talus muttered with disgust, his expression turning stern. “So many secrets, so much resentment, so many little betrayals stored in jars, and none of that shit really did you any good. You’re a mockery of what it means to be a sorcerer. You’re a pathetic attempt, and the truth is, not even the covens truly respect you. It sickens me to think that anyone would consider you the most evil of our kind. You’re worse than shit.”

“Thank you!” ‘Did we miss something?’ Odeus asked, comprehending the situation. ‘Yeah, a lot of fun,’ I said. ‘And one of her wins. Even though it’s small, I still count it as a win.’ I was having an ick from my icks now. “Choose the skeleton you want, lady,” Skully said, walking behind the counter made of stacked up bones. Xanthea looked around fearlessly. A few of the skeletons cracked some lame bone jokes that had her laughing and giggling like a child. She looked a lot more comfortable around those skeletons than she was around us.

"For now. My hounds do not like metal. It breaks their teeth." The creature stood up. It was tall, impossibly thin. Its bones clicked like dice in a cup. "But hunger is creative, Warden. If you cannot eat the nut... you eat the soil around it." The Skeleton walked to the ventilation shaft. He sniffed the air drifting down from D.C. "The boy is safe. But his garden..." The Skeleton smiled. His teeth were needles. "The garden is soft." He reached into his rags and pulled out a handful of dust. It wasn't gray dust. It was red.

He looked over him and he saw that his eyes were blubbering already, as he kneeled on the ground. "Free her! Free her now!" The skeleton looked at Moon, as if he had said something funny. "CorpseBoy never got scared for the entirety of his life. All of you should remember tha—" "Remember, your ass!" Lucas came and unexpectedly punched the skeleton on the right side of his skull with his left hand. "Let's battle it out if you can!"

It didn’t touch his eyes. It was the smile of a skeleton. I shuddered. “I am a Luna,” I managed to rasp, but I sounded weak. Unconvinced. He scoffed. “A wolfless Luna. I’ve never heard anything so stupid.” His grip turned light, a parody of a lover’s caress, and his fingertips started to trail up my arms. They paused between the ridges of my collarbones before sliding straight down my stomach. My head spun, my vision pulsed, and I realised too late what he was tracing.

Olly said, totally ignoring Elijah. "Like Susie Hale?" Hade said. Olly's face brightened up like he just had a realization. "Exactly like Susie Hale." The two laughed while Elijah scoffed. "It's not her, you dumbfucks." "Aw come on little bro, no need to be shy," Olly taunted even more. "Oh shut it. She's not even in the Harvest yet," Elijah said to him. "Precisely. You, little brother, have the Vandenberg blood flowing in you," Olly teased and laughed harder. Hade buried his face on the bed to suppress the sound of so much laughter coming from him.

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.