Undertale: Disbelief Papyrus Novels & Stories

“What does tape do?” “It sticks things together.” “Why.” “So your present does not fall apart.” I squinted at the roll. “This is sticky mortal sorcery.” Elara laughed. “It is not sorcery. You pull it, tear it, and press it down.” “It looks like a cursed eel.” “It is not an eel.” “It is staring at me.” “It does not have eyes.” “It has evil energy.” Elara ignored all my concerns and handed me a box. “Wrap this.”

Priestess Tanya asked, her face scrunched up in disbelief. At that moment I was utterly shocked and confused. My thoughts were spiraling to the extent I thought they’d explode eventually and drive me insane. I was still lost in my thoughts when we heard Selene yell all of a sudden. Alarmed Priestess Tanya and I turned to her only to see her pupils dilated to a white color. She began chanting a spell as she gathered all the contents of the wooden box that we had taken out of it while trying to explore it, including my picture.

Forbidden I repeat. It stares back at me, haunting, demeaning. Yet I cannot bring it in me to let it go. I will never kneel before a man, but why does this sketch speak otherwise? I throw my notepad into my box as if it burns, and zip the bag so quickly like anyone could come in any minute from now and see how far gone I have become.

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.”

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.

Nervousness painted her features as she cautiously stepped onto the muddy dungeon floor, her gaze unwaveringly locked onto mine. "Prepare for me to beat your sorry ass, Apollo," James taunted, his sarcastic comment echoing through the dungeon. Zelda walked closer to me, her presence gradually enveloping me. "I apologize, but you have to drink this. Its water mixed with wolfsbane. James wants to ensure you're at a disadvantage during your fight. He fears you, just like you said," Zelda's voice whispered through our mind link as she squatted before me, setting the tray down and lifting the cup.