Novel & Cerita Undertale: Disbelief Papyrus

A pile of ash mixed with burnt offerings lay in one corner, while water-stained parchments and crude sketches littered the ground, sticky with red and black candle wax that had solidified with time. “Yes. I am Anubis… bone whisperer of the old pact.” Anubis raised her gaze, watching Lillia with piercing pale eyes that increased Lillia’s self consciousness all the more as it felt as though Anubis was staring into her soul. Then, her lips curved slowly, “and I know who you are… Zorya… First Light… the one who died broken… and returned unbroken.” Zorya? Fenris repeated as confusion stirred within Lillia. Is she a quack or what? She couldn’t even guess any of your names correctly.

“Not back then.” “And now?” she asked, finally turning. “Is that really you in there… or just another puppet with a memory?” Zayn hesitated, And in that pause, she saw it, The crack in the mask. A flicker of pain. Real pain. “He’s inside,” Zayn whispered. “But I’m still fighting.” She stepped closer. “So help me. Tell me how to end it.” He reached into his cloak slowly, carefully, And withdrew an old parchment, Edges singed, Marked with twin sigils: one of Starbound origin, one older than language, Liora took it with trembling fingers. “What is this?”

He gave up and grabbed his sword, and charged, yelling wildly. Flossie raised both hands on either side, and then brought them together with a slap. A gust of wind blew Taskadar the Rock away like a dandelion seed. He smashed into the wall beneath the Pope’s throne, and lay still. I looked at Maurice and Dudley. Their mouths were hanging open in utter disbelief. “When did they get so good?” mumbled Maurice. “I don’t think they need rescuing,” said Dudley. “No,” agreed Maurice. “They don’t need us.” He looked infinitely sad. He had no powers, and his girl was already at the omega level. RIP masculinity.

She returned to the table, flipped the parchment and scribbled something on its backside while still standing. Frank, sitting beside her, touched the parchment to see if he could read it as she wrote it, and he was glad to see he could. He read her message to the rest when she was done before she sent it back through their gumball machine. ‘Elder Rolland, I do not know what Elder Pratz has done to The Rogue Paladin, but Elders Alfredino and Roumwiz brought his wrath upon themselves when they betrayed us. I will not be interfering in the conflict between The Rogue Paladin and the European Bureau of Elemental Energy.

His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke. Beside him was Felix, leaner, wiry, with a mop of dark hair and scars on his knuckles that told enough stories on their own. Felix was quieter, but he had a gift for slipping through digital and physical security alike. If Reid was the tracker, Felix was the ghost.

“You can recover destroyed writing by….” I grab one of the maps and position the mostly blank corner over the paper. With a hunk of coal from a long-dead fireplace, I rub back and forth over the parchment until the shadow of words starts appearing. Only some of them. “Reached M… soon, but… Astralis.” And that is why I do not normally take Anwen’s advice. The word Astralis doesn’t even mean anything to me, and it’s not like anyone else has been in this tower. I found part of a centuries-old conspiracy in which all the conspiracists are dead.

LAUREL’s POV The Sorceress stands and stares at me. Her eyes are so dark. As dark as the – “Black mist?” the Sorceress answers for me and I go completely numb. Seeing my reaction, the Sorceress throws her head back and laughs. “Do you know where this power of yours comes from?” I think back to the frayed papyrus that lies within the underground archive of Morningstar and I remember the story. It was exactly the same as my recurring dream. Only, the written words on the papyrus went on to further describe the catalystic events that soon followed...

The crystal glowed faintly, but something felt off. “Lupa, hand me the crystal,” Lycidas demanded, his tone urgent. “I need to verify its authenticity.” Lupa hesitated, her eyes flickering with distrust. “Why didn’t you check it before? We don’t have time for this!” “We don’t have time for mistakes either!” Lycidas snapped back. He took the crystal from Lupa and examined it closely. His face paled. “Damn it, it’s a fake! This isn’t the Eldershard crystal. The Astrals tricked us.”

“Hold up!” The Silver Swallow’s expression changed as he swiftly shone his flashlight on Carson Yorke, Demi Watt, and Master Lund again. When his gaze fell on Master Lund, the Silver Swallow snorted. “Isn’t he under the Puppet Spell? He can’t think and is just a zombie. Are you telling me that he needs fresh air too?” As soon as they heard that, Carson and Demi’s expressions changed. Tyr, who was lying on the floor, slowly pulled out the Ormr Dagger.

Zara walked toward the underground river, the water flowed around the edge of the chamber before disappearing into a narrow tunnel beneath the rock. She stared at it for a long moment, something caught her eye. "There." She pointed downstream. "What?" "The water." Floating near the edge was a tiny scrap of parchment. She knelt and reached for it before the current could carry it away, the paper was soaked but still intact. She unfolded it carefully, most of the ink had washed away. Only a few words remained. ...trust Lucian... Her heart skipped. "What?" Kael took the paper from her, the sentence was incomplete. It could have meant Trust Lucian Or... Don't trust Lucian.