Undertale Game Script Novels & Stories

"Luckily,I came prepared. Just keep an eye out for anyone approaching this way." He took out a yellow paper and laid it on the floor. Joonjae and Yoseob surrounded him, with their back turned towards him, looking out for anyone who may approach their way. Undertaker took out a quill and began to draw ancient strokes on it, while chanting a mantra under his breath. The strokes flashed brightly for a second before disappearing. "There's no demon in there," Undertaker announced. "He's clean." "Thank god," Yoseob let out a sigh of relief. "I don't think I could have taken another gruesome sight."

I guess he doesn't even know what pregnant even means. Skip the scene. It is 11:13 am. We then headed to our very own way. We managed to explain everything to Rald but with shouts and glares. The bartender has gone so aware that he let us out before we might cause some collision inside the Bar. I forgot asking them where the freakin' tunnel is but I doubt they'll give me a clue. I'll ask Grey about the Words I found inside the Machine next time. It resembles, a maybe, company's name. Teuer Corp. I do have this strong feeling about this Teuer and Corp and I already knew that the Corp means Corporation, and the Teuer is a word, a word of different language, maybe.

I looked over my shoulder at him as I pleaded. He didn’t look happy about it and it was a long moment before he gave me a slight nod. Taking that as his confirmation, I took a few more steps forward. When I walked seven more steps, a screen popped up in front of me. “You have entered the arena with the Giant Goblin Boss. You have ten seconds to prepare.” An automated voice spoke, as a countdown started. Since we had already prepared the moment we reached the gate, all I had to do was equip my weapons. I chose the dagger that was given to me as a wedding gift. I read the inscription on the blade one more time.

I whisper as an intelligent reply leaves my brain. “We can do that if you want?” He raises a sexy brow. “Do what?” I breathe as my eyes drop to watch his tongue as it slips out and runs over his large bottom lip. “Watch me ejaculate.” The air leaves my lungs. “You want me to watch?” I whisper. “Very much,” he breathes. “Now?” “Right now.” I swallow the lump in my throat. Holy fuck. Before I know it I am being dragged back to his room by the hand, where he opens the door. “Take your shoes off and lie on the bed,” he instructs.

Too faint. “No,” I whispered, hands trembling. “Alex, don’t do this. Don’t you dare” The ground rumbled beneath us. The lights flickered once Then everything fell into darkness. A mechanical voice echoed overhead: “REBIRTH CYCLE COMPLETE. HOST ACQUIRED.” I froze. Calla grabbed my wrist. “Elena…” Her voice trembled. “We’re too late.”

A line of code scrolled across the dark interface. INITIATE PROTOCOL: ECHO FLAME And far across campus, Elara’s eyes flashed with synthetic fire.

If anything, they annoyed her. Until one night, after an exhausting rehearsal, as she headed backstage, she saw him leaning by the door—holding her script. She turned to leave, but Caden’s deep voice echoed behind her: “With love’s light wings did I o’er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.” He was quoting the male lead from her play. Alora turned, stunned, breathless, meeting his blue gaze.

“Hear that, Dad? The prince and the princess live happily ever after in the story. You’re not even a knight in shining armor. The best you’ll ever be is the villain.” “Yeah, yeah, sure.” My half-hearted response stood out against Kaden’s discolored face. “Mr. Simon Barone, you may now kiss your bride.” “Player, the exit portal is now open. Ten-second countdown initiating.” Amid the overlapping voices, Kaden’s eyes widened, and he shrieked out loud. He shouted the same way when the System went away the other day. It was a glitch that Kaden could hear the System, but it didn’t change the fact that I was going home.

It was **Mine**. But it was a version of me that was older. A version of me that was sitting in a high-tech chair, surrounded by monitors. A version of me that was wearing a headset and crying. "Elara... wake up..." the woman in the chair whispered. "The 'Game' is over. You have to come back to the 'True Real.' Your body is failing." I looked at Silas. I looked at the "Original-Draft." I looked at the violet tree I was building.

The green code scrolled rapidly across the dark screen, highlighting the exact moment the file entered my hard drive. My stomach plummeted, a cold wave of absolute dread replacing the lingering adrenaline. "Look at the extension," I instructed, pointing to a hidden line of script embedded beneath the primary file name. Dante narrowed his eyes, reading the code. "It is an executable script. What does that mean?"