Undertale Box Art Novels & Stories

Zuri asked, practically vibrating with anticipation. "Let's see what's actually inside first," Elena said, though her own curiosity was clearly winning out over any lingering hesitation. The largest box contained an elaborate, professional-grade art set — colored pencils, watercolors, a proper sketchbook, exactly the kind of supplies Elena had never quite been able to justify budgeting for despite Zuri's obvious artistic enthusiasm. The second box held a beautiful purple coat, precisely Zuri's size, along with several outfits Elena recognized, with a small jolt, from a children's boutique she'd once window-shopped outside of and quietly decided was well beyond her budget. The smallest box co

“What’s in there?” Tyr and Dalton looked at the iron box in their hands. It looked very ordinary and was stained with rust. Without further hesitation, the two of them immediately opened it. “A seal?” They soon discovered that instead of the second half of a map as they expected, a seal was lying inside the iron box instead. “What kind of seal is this?” Tyr picked it up, but was unable to glean any clues from it. Meanwhile, Dalton suddenly spoke up, “Night Stalkers Seal.”

There's a small keyhole in the front with scratches all around. "We've been trying to open that box for centuries. My grandfather couldn't get it open to save his life. We have no idea what type of metal it's made of, but no weapons or tools we have could ever get it to budge," Talon says. "What makes you think this is related to Old Magic?" I ask. I pick up the box and flip it around to look at it more closely, answering my question as I do this and seeing the symbols engraved along the bottom of the box.

The sun hovered above Underland, casting clear light over its surreal landscape. Mermaid and Amber stood before the door to Room Three in the corridor. Mermaid opened it and stepped inside. Amber followed, her mouth dropping open in surprise at what she saw. The room wasn't strange, but it was unexpected. It was filled with stacked boxes of varying colors and sizes, from tiny to enormous. The largest measured about 50 by 30 inches; the smallest, roughly 10 by 10. Each box was simple and plain, the kind that could blend in anywhere-except for the etched image of a mermaid on each lid, which made them distinct.

First, he took the lighter of the two boxes, slit the tape open, and extracted a metal tin from the large amount of packing paper. The tin box was maybe two feet wide, two feet long, and two feet deep; it was covered in paintings of Raggedy Ann memorabilia. The tin box had been very hard to find, but he’d eventually found this one on eBay and made a move to buy it flat out so that there would be no chance of his not being able to get it.

I sat up in a jump, reaching for the bag as he stood up and stretched. " So this is what you ran to your room to get? " Theo teased the boy. Opening the bag, I pulled out a tank top, or at least, what was left of one, since it looked like it had lost a nasty fight with the scissors. The side was very low cut, and you could see that it had been cut halfway down its length, and the neckline had also been expanded. But what was most striking was the handmade painting of a skeleton riding a flaming unicorn with the letters "T A M" underneath.

“But—Ares said you should get ready. He thinks ‘tonight’ you and him have a dinner date, if he gets back on time.” My wards all dropped in tune. Ares? Coming home tonight? I forced a positive nod. “Great. I’ll get ready.” ___ The suite was quiet aside from the huge ticking clock. My legs dragged like dead weight as Penny and I entered. On the bed, a massive black box waited. Glossy, ominous. Penny stepped forward, bright as a flashlight in an eclipse. “Ares sent that. He said you should wear it tonight. Go on. You’ll love it.”

"Sure," Then, turning to Grendel, he asked, "May I ask that you take off your tunic, my lord?" "Hahaha! Of course!" Surprisingly, Grendel didn't hesitate to take off his tunic from under his golden robes, baring his muscular form. And on top of his heart was a black palm print, sparkling with golden sparks! Caleb studied it for a while, and his eyes narrowed right then. "It's the mark… of a Scion rank!" Everyone gasped in shock right then!

So not many people dared to harvest the plant. My eyebrows furrowed, going from the lid of the box to the circular molding below the lid on the front of the long side of the box. It almost seemed to be a latch of somesort, partly on the lid and partly on the base of the box. The face of the demon I’d seen carved into the cave was there. His mouth open in torment as flames licked his horns and skull. I pushed it, thinking it might be a button required to help the box spring open. Nothing happened.

I finished my patrol early, and we texted and planned for our next date. Sitting with nothing to do in my room,I decided to sketch her. I got so caught thinking about her that I made so many sketches of her, there was her smiling, her dancing, and I almost drew her naked until I snapped out of it. I stared down at a box that I had purchased a year ago. It was a ring,I thought to find my mate sooner and give it to her. I held my breath as I opened the box. It was a stone, the same color as her eyes. 'You should go find her and give it to her now!' Fang roared at me.