Undertale: Disbelief Papyrus Novels & Stories

The only sound was their breathing — uneven, shallow, caught between disbelief and fear. Bobby was the first to move, dragging a hand through his hair. “All right. So… let me get this straight. Some undead scholar leaves a magical feather, you poke a cursed letter with it, it lights up and calls you by your not-name, and you think this is fine?” I almost laughed — almost. “It’s not fine,” I said softly. “But it’s truth. What can I do." I shrugged. I turned the parchment over, tracing the spiral’s faint impression. The pattern looked disturbingly like roots — or veins.

Reluctantly, James handed me the scroll. The second my fingers touched the ancient parchment… Pain exploded through my head violently. I gasped sharply. Visions slammed into me instantly. Blood-red skies. The moon burning crimson above the earth. Entire kingdoms collapsing into fire. Screaming. Death. Then— Me. Standing at the center of it all while ancient power tore through the ground beneath my feet. And behind me… Something enormous moved beneath fire and darkness. Vaelthryx. My hand released the scroll immediately. Dalton caught me before I hit the ground.n“Aluna!”

Ricky complained. “Hey, Trisha’s my best friend, remember? I can’t use earbuds when we facetime! Let alone if Isaac is around!” We chuckled and I shrugged. “Whenever you guys harbor doubts about your methods, remember the Manor. What you found over your two traditional investigations, against what you experienced two months ago.” “But that only works for benign, highly intelligent ghosts like the Blotters,” Ted argued. “Unless you come across something positively dark, my experience tells me it works every damn time.”

“Not a person. Not a wolf, either. It was a turtle.” Caleb’s expression turned incredulous “A turtle? Really?” I nodded, trying to keep my tone calm and reassuring. “Yes, a turtle, a tiny hatchling. We found it on the beach a couple of days ago. It had died, washed up by the tide. I... I just…I saw him perform a simple spell. Borrowed some energy from the earth to bring it back. It wasn’t dangerous, he promised.” I looked up to see the shocked expression on everyone’s face. “He told me that he had practiced it before but it drains him of too much energy.”

It was dusty but remained unharmed. Talia knelt, her gaze fixated on the board. The tiles were not adorned with images but bore intricate, etched symbols—runes. A tingling sensation coursed through her fingertips as she touched them. She carefully placed one of the tiles into position. A distinct "click" echoed in the silence. Her pulse quickened. “Lucian.” He was at her side in an instant, crouching beside her. “Tell me what’s happening.” “This is no game,” she whispered. “It’s a lock.”

Day 86, Today I used, for the first time, spells I learned from books, and I was able to revive the skeleton of a dog. Day 147, This is my last day in the Fire Monastery. After reading and learning more about Beliar, I decided to follow his path. Ayla closed the journal and put it back on the desk. “A Fire novice that went rogue?” Hudde asked while picking up one of the potions from the desk. When it changed color from yellow to dark green, he put it back on the desk.

I smiled. -Come," Kayler takes my hand and pulls me closer to Peter, "do you have all your stuff? -He scans me, and when he sees I'm holding everything, he turns to Peter, "We're ready. -Perfect," the boy made a movement with his wand, a movement in which there were white spatters, then, there was a moment when everything turned white, so white that it made my eyes go blind. I squeezed Kayler's hand and closed them.

Franklin and Joan were not there. Maybe no one in the room would believe me, except André. When presented with this irrefutable proof, Paul shifted his gaze from the wooden box towards me with contempt. He tells the wizard that they had brought here. "You! Come here and use the flashback spell on this magic wand." The wizard cast the flashback spell on the magic wand. He confirmed that the last spell of the wand was the blood sucking spell. Without any hesitation, Paul ordered loudly: "The evidence is clear, but you always lie between your teeth. Stop this hybrid. I will take you back to the Dark Swamp Pack and punish you."

"Show me proof. You say scrolls and defectors. What else? Have you seen it work before?" "Not personally." He released me and pulled a small leather pouch from his belt, unfolding a faded parchment scrap. "But this. A fragment from the original rite. Your blood signature matches the symbols here. See the spiral mark? That's you. Unique to your line." I took the paper, fingers tracing the strange ink. It hummed faintly against my skin, or maybe that was my imagination running wild. "Feels warm. Like it's alive. God, Skoll, if this is real..."

Daisy’s tired expression transformed into pure delight, and she burst into laughter. The sound echoed through the hospital room, momentarily chasing away the heaviness that clung to her. “Mr. Princess, you’re funny!” she exclaimed between giggles. Xavier continued the puppetry with the stuffed toy, mimicking a deep, exaggerated voice, “You’re a strong girl, taking all your medications. So, I’ll give you a big hugggg!” Daisy erupted into even louder laughter, her contagious joy filling the room. As Xavier walked in, still hiding behind the plush toy, he asked with playful concern, “Are you tired?” Her response was a joyful giggle, and between fits of laughter, she affectionately called him