Romans & histoires Skeleton In Undertale With A Fondness For Puns

Third person's pov ~~ As they both swam in the river of the forgotten soul, the water lapped against their skin like a cold, unforgiving caress. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and death, and the sound of whispers seemed to echo through the darkness. Finally, they reached a point where a skeleton was waiting for them, its bony frame towering over the water like a macabre sentinel. "Finally, someone to play with," the skeleton spoke with a clatter of teeth, its voice like the rattle of dry bones. "What are you?"

For the last time, you are not our mother! "Why won't it just won’t die!" Sariel shrieked, seeing as it was getting closer. They had to find the real Ludiciel among his illusions but it was hard. They couldn't seem to find any difference between the real one and the illusions. "Tariel! Sariel! Wait!" The skeleton continued to shout. The two brothers exchanged a horrified glance before running even faster. On the other side of the battlefield... Talon laughed maniacally as he delivered punch after punch to Hugh’s face. His fists were covered in flames which melted away Hugh’s flesh with every strike.