Undertale Game Script Novels & Stories

Beneath the photo, a single line of text was typed out. The screen glowed brightly in the dark: "We know what is happening inside the nest, Captain Kael. See you at Game Five."

"I dislike silly brain games." He got a little closer to me before saying, "I can promise you that this is not a game." Pedro always seems to leave a trail of dead bodies behind him. A few seconds passed, and the atmosphere shifted in an indefinable manner, yet it remained tense and agitated. And then, quite suddenly, Jerome's demeanor mellowed, quite similarly to how it had done in the hotel room. I don't want you to join the ranks of those people.

{“How is this much HP not cheating? All right, come at me! I am going to show you what real OP means!} {“Top that, Sorcerer. 21-hit combo! Oh yeah oh yeah…} {“I got you now. I can see your pattern, you generic mob!} {“Whoa! I am getting really good at this.} {“No! No! I cannot give up! I must not lose hope. I can do this.”} {“Log 321, April 9: Freed a unicorn today. A black dragon incinerated it before it could run way. I really hate this game…} {“Wait for me, Katey. Almost there.}

"Let's break up, Carl. There's no need for a wedding." Then I hung up. I went to block him—but then, a sharp itch crawled up my throat. A cold dread curled in my stomach. The next second, blood gushed from my mouth and nose. The thick scent of iron filled the air. Cold spread through me, my vision tilting. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I staggered toward the door. But before I reached it, my legs buckled. I crashed to the floor. Darkness swallowed me whole, the chill sinking deep into my bones.

I grinned, my eyes alight with exhilaration. The ritual has been completed, I announced, my voice reverberating through the chamber. The portal to the underworld is now open, and you, Scarlett, hold the key to its activation. Scarlett's expression was one of sheer horror as she gazed into the void. She understood that crossing that threshold meant there was no way back. With that, I gently nudged her forward, watching as she fell into the darkness. The ground sealed shut behind her with a thunderous sound, leaving me in solitude.

Is there a timer? Shale stared blankly, blood soaking his trouser leg. **<< The weak… must burn… cleanse the future… >>** Spittle flecked his lips. He wasn’t just a sleeper; he was a fanatic, brainwashed by Thorne’s rhetoric, believing he was a savior. **<< Too late… the signal… received… >>** A soft, high-pitched *beep* came from the control unit Shale had been working on. A small LED screen blinked: **DISPERSAL SEQUENCE INITIATED - T-MINUS 04:59**

The ancient runes blazed red and the ground shook violently. A crack split across the altar then another as the entire battlefield trembled. Marcus looked toward the widening fissure. His expression changed instantly. “The gate, it’s opening” A blast of freezing air erupted from below as the earth continued splitting apart. An endless darkness waited beneath. Something ancient stirred within it. “No…” Hansel whispered. The Underworld Gate, it was opening. I looked around and saw my blood had dripped all over the floor, only a little but it was opening.

I embedded a destructive script into the magic stream. Execute Command: Format C. Initiate localized EMP burst. The golden lightning tore through the conduit, obliterating the High Council's defensive protocols in a fraction of a millisecond. It hit the central server tower like a nuclear payload. Up in the high tower, the massive Elder Runestone violently turned from green to brilliant white, trembled for a terrifying second, and then exploded into a million smoking shards. The network didn't just crash; it was completely wiped from existence. *** Xander's POV ***

I answered without a shred of hesitation. "It will take effect in one week." She handed me the potion. One week later... Wasn't that the exact day of the Mating Ceremony? I took the potion and drank the bitter liquid down in one gulp. After drinking it, I took out my phone and sent a text to a number I hadn't contacted in three years: I agree to join the Northern Pack. Help me stage a fake death in one week. A reply came quickly: Good. You finally came to your senses.

That was when Caleb activated Blood God Order, Second Style—World Tremor! Bang! The stunning shockwave bore down with the weight of a mountain, reaching Tia, Zeke, and the Alliance's representatives even before he landed. "Dancing Dragon Spear!" Tia growled as her spear shot out, accompanied by a draconic bellow! Roar!!! Seeing the oncoming blow, Caleb swung his sword down again. World Burial Sword, Third Style—Skybreaker! Roar!