Undertale Box Art Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about?" Arthur let out a dry, bitter laugh, shaking his head. He reached into his leather briefcase, pulled out a small, faded velvet box, and slid it across the table. It stopped right in front of Darien's hands. Darien didn't touch it. He just stared at it with cold suspicion. "What is this?" "Open it," Arthur whispered. Darien extended his left hand, flicking the brass latch open. Inside the box was not a corporate stamp or a legal document. It was an old, black-and-white photograph, the edges yellowed and frayed with age.