Undertale: Disbelief Papyrus Novels & Stories

I snort. “But they don’t know why?” He asks. “No one seems to be able to answer that question,” I say, and tell him everything Luna Rachel told me. “I’ve never heard of this chosen stuff. It wasn’t until I spoke to Alpha Peter that I even knew there were others like me. So how can this Luna think that there have been others?” “It all comes back to the parchment she found. There’s a translation of it in the files.” “Do you mind if I keep these?” Andreas asks.

The guard laughs uncomfortably and unlocks the door to the cell, then gives me the keys and disappears down the long, gloomy hallway. Innocent lies on the narrow bunk, he knees drawn up to his chest. Zael wrinkles his nose at the smell, but I don't even register it. I've smelled some odd things down in the dungeons, and I'm used to it. Apparently, The Pope decided that using the toilet was way too much effort, and simply pissed where he lay. “It’s the binding spell,” Willow says in my head. “I didn’t break it.” “Why not?” Zael asks softly.

His gaze sweeps the room once. It lands on the vial, then on Esme, but his expression does not move. Talos bows. “Majesty. We found a servant girl in possession of controlled draught. She claims you sent her here.” Ardon crosses the threshold and the air tightens. He takes the vial from Talos’s hand, studies the seal, cracks it open and smells the contents. “Poppy,” he says. “Yes, Majesty,” Talos confirms. “And you believe she brought it here of her own will?” Ardon asks. Talos looks at me unconsciously. Good.

Slowly, the lock began to click open, the sound echoing through the chamber like a triumphant melody. As the final click resonated, the book sprang open, its pages fluttering eagerly as if eager to reveal its secrets. My heart raced with excitement as I leaned forward, peering into the illuminated pages. Symbols and sigils danced before my eyes, ancient words and spells etched into the parchment with precision. "It worked," I breathed, my voice filled with wonder. Alex's eyes gleamed with excitement as he leaned in closer, his gaze scanning the pages intently. "Wait, why can't I see anything? All of the pages are blank."

I said. “Exactly,” William agreed. “That’s why the rock salt didn’t work.” “Right,” Alexandra said. “Because it’s not a typical spirit.” William leaned back. “So, why don’t we just erase the sigil? Paint over it. Delete the site.” “It’s not that simple,” Alexandra replied. “Once a tulpa’s created, it’s alive. You can’t just erase belief.” “So what?” I asked. “He’s just… here now?” “Pretty much.”

“Lyra. Scroll fragment. Where is it?” Lyra closed her eyes, whispering an incantation. The altar flared blue. Kael and Anya pulled the stone lid open, revealing a hollow space. Inside—wrapped in blackened velvet—was a scroll burned along the edges, but humming with ancient power. Lyra unrolled it carefully. “This is enough. We can perform the soul-cleaving here. But we’ll need her consent.” Elara didn’t answer. Because something else did. The Forgotten Alpha Emerges. The room dropped into absolute darkness. The candles blew out in a single breath. From the walls, shadows peeled away and took form—a towering humanoid beast made of smoke and bone, its antlers scraping the ceiling, eyes two end

The outer door opened. The teenager was waiting for me. He was floating in the dark water, his gold suit shining like a star. He held out his hand. "The pen, Hazel. Give it to me." I swam toward him, my hair floating around my face like dark weeds. I held out the silver disk. "Here," I said through the water. He reached for it, his fingers greedy. The moment his golden skin touched the silver disk, I activated the Undo command. A massive blast of white light exploded between us. It wasn't a fire. It was a vacuum. It began to suck the gold off his skin. It began to pull the "Architect" apart, turning him back into a pile of raw code.

“She’s in grave danger, but she managed to get these notes to me. We need to see what they contain.” As the image shifted, the words on the parchment became clear. They were written in an ancient script, filled with symbols and diagrams that seemed to pulse with a dark energy. I leaned in closer, trying to decipher the meaning behind the cryptic text. “I need to be careful,” Alice whispered through me, “Caden and Leila are nearby. I’ll keep the image up as long as I can, but I have to be quiet now.”

A girl was watching him from a distance with a pity expression written on her pretty face. Holding a piece of paper in his hand, he was searching for a certain room section while walking like a zombie. Written on the paper were his results on yesterday's test. Name: Yman Talisman Mana Capacity: Rank -D Magic Power: Rank -D Magic Type: Channeler Magic Abilities/s: Mini Heal(Self Healing Magic), Rapid Leap. Element/s Affinity: ? Year: 1st(Fledgling Trainee) Section: Bronze

Tammy starts but cries in pain as Anthony bends her hand back, this guy is literally insane. "Go on doll don't worry, I'll sort her out" he smiles ushering me upstairs once again, I take another look to Tammy who stood there in pain. "Go up there, no matter what he does they'll find you one way or another, I promise, you won't be stuck with this monster forever" she replies looking over at me, I can't just leave her like this, Anthony with a smile tells me to go on up the stairs. I finally nod slowly making my way up the stairs leaving Tammy with the monster, as I get to the top I turn to see them both still in the same position. I look to Tammy who mouths "it's all gonna be okay" before I w