Undertale Game Script Novels & Stories

The man, feeling his anger justified by the arrival of a seemingly responsible figure, immediately explained, "Sir, I'm just trying to get home, and this young lady here bumped into me. She's been drinking and hurling insults at me for no reason." Nysaa, who had turned to face the intruder, was too intoxicated to immediately recognize the man as Mace. She raised a finger and slurred, "Oh great, another knight in shining armor." Then her eyes widened as the man's features became clearer. Nysaa's drunken realization sent shockwaves of panic through her. It was Mace, the very person she had vowed to take revenge on. Her face turned pale, and she took a hesitant step back, stumbling slightly.

I gave the signal. It was time. Lucas nodded subtly and disappeared behind the velvet curtain. The Master of Ceremonies announced, “Now, for a special presentation, a journey into the love story of our Alpha and his Luna.” The projector flickered to life. A soft instrumental began to play. The screen lit up. But what played was not what anyone expected. A grainy, yet perfectly audible video clip began. It was clearly shot inside the castle. The entire hall went silent as Elsa’s face filled the screen.

Just when Aqua thought they would intervene, the scene shifted again. The night deepened, and Aqua’s parents stood together, a flicker of desperation in their eyes. Her father grasped her mother’s hands tightly. “We can’t let them use our child. We need to call upon the ancestors to help us escape this nightmare.” Her mother nodded, her expression a mix of fear and determination. “You’re right. It’s time to leave. For our family.” They joined hands and began to chant, their voices weaving together a spell infused with urgency and hope. Aqua felt the air around them pulse with energy, the weight of their words resonating through her.

Talon didn't drink it yet: he just relaxed back on the couch, his expression dark like he had a lot on his mind. My pulse roared in my ears as I prayed fervently to the Goddess—Never prayed that hard and so desperately before in my entire life; please let him drink it. Minutes passed, before he finally lifted the glass and gulped the drink down, his throat bubbled sexily. Yes… I clenched my fists triumphantly and smiled broadly. Now. Let. The. Game. Begins.

I saw the bodies on the ground, but they were surrounded by a pulsing yellow aura that read [CRITICAL CHARACTER FAILURE]. "What is that?" I whispered, staring at the strange text overlaying the scenes I remembered. "That," she said, pointing at the red text, "is what happens when a character breaks script. That's what happens when the Luna—who is supposed to be soft and compliant and conflicted—turns into a sarcastic wild card who won't play her role. You've corrupted the file."

Inside the other she saw the university ruins. Then she heard a voice, over a loudspeaker that seemed to come from the clouds. "Welcome to Level 102. Please select your characters fate." "Benson " June asked as a menu appeared in front of her eyes "if we are the characters then who is holding the controller?"

… The skies finally calmed down on the sixth day, but ominous clouds continued to hover overhead. The roads were covered in warped steel bars. Cars, streetlights, and barricades were stuck together thanks to the magnets, forming massive mountains of metal. The entire city was in ruins. Just then, my phone vibrated. The system had sent a notification. "There are only ten minutes left before the conclusion of the second stage. Activating the in-game livestream function." No one spoke in the group chat. There were only three players left—me, Frank, and Riley. I had 1,500 points while Frank and Riley each had 1,400 points.

The black umbrella slipped from Gabriel's hand and hit the floor with a thud. The light reflected off the handle, illuminating my name that was engraved on it. However, no one was there to take it. Lena asked, voice trembling, "Where's Natalie?" Hunter swallowed hard. He suddenly realized that he couldn't answer her. Tiffany began crying softly. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't lost the earrings, Natalie wouldn't have—" Suddenly, Hunter looked up and exclaimed, "The earrings!" Tiffany froze. Looking straight at her, Hunter said each word slowly and clearly, "Find Natalie's mother's earrings."

Scott said quietly, nodding at me. And just like that, they vanished before my eyes. They had already suffered enough in life. How could they die all over again because of me? I crouched on the ground, crying so hard I nearly fainted. The familiar mechanical voice rang out once more. "Congratulations, player. You have successfully cleared the horror game instance "Family of Four." Reward: Revival. Preparing to transport the player back to the real world. Countdown begins: 10, 9, 8..."