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.”

On the right is a scroll that reads: | Kayzel_123 Principessa – Level 17 | Below that, there are stats about her Health, Energy and DPS levels and at the very bottom, one red button that says “Delete”. The ghost pointer clicks Ecto’s name and the character in the center switches to his. The scroll on the right reads: | Ecto Knight – Level SSS | Mrs. Lapuz is stunned by how ethereally handsome Ecto is now that he’s posing center-face. Again, he reminds her of Mathias despite the difference in eye and hair color.

“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.

Chalida wheezed, her voice thin. Pim looked down at her own hand. It was still gripping a small fragment of the broken tablet. The screen was flickering, barely holding onto power, but the data—the source code they had tried to protect—was still there, pulsing weakly in the corner of the display. "No," Pim said, her voice heavy with a terrible realization. "It’s not gone. It just moved out." From the shadows of the terrace, a familiar, distorted hum began to rise. A dozen more shadows emerged from the stairwell—not one puppet, but a small army of them. Each one wore the face of a person they had known, a person they had discarded, a person they had hurt.

I replied giving her an annoyed look. Lila rolled her eyes and bent down, she brought out a dagger from her boot, sliced her palm, and I immediately placed the Alpha’s hair to collect the blood. She wiped her dagger with a handkerchief and placed the dagger back in her boot. I put the hair back on the map before I started the spell. I closed my eyes and started chanting the spell “Libreranus Le Malpe. Un keia tus le veile” I opened my eyes when I felt the effect of the spell.

"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..."