Undertale Guns Novels & Stories

I went ahead and picked up the guns I wanted to use: a Glock G19 Gen5 Compact 9mm Pistol and a Beretta 92X Performance 9mm Handgun—both offering me a concealed carry and easy handling during quick-action scenarios. Like he instructed, I scanned it on the laser scanner near the doorway. Automatically, my face and ID were displayed on the screen and listed the two guns under the miscellaneous tab. "Here are the boxes for these guns," Sir Oxland placed the said objects on the scanner table. "When you run out of bullets, you can come back here and ask for more, but let's hope you won't fire them." "I hope so too, because that means Mr. Windstorm is in danger," I answered while fitting the bullet

“You can pick whatever you want,” All of the guns in here were old models but they were all oiled up and well maintained. “What kind of powers?” he mumbled picking up a rifle. The handle was made out of wood with engravings on it. The symbols weirdly looked similar to the ones his mother had drawn on that box. ‘Time preservation spell, neat,’ “Is that your choice? You have to write down your name and your choice of weapons. The guns had to be returned in ten days and the bullets used has to be reported,” Killian handed him a ledger-like book.

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Gunner snorted at Khyle's halfhearted attempt to sell him on it. He sounded about as doubtful as Gunner felt. It wasn't that Gunner Jäger was adverse to playing some video games. Guys were guys after all. If there wasn't anything hot to pursue, then having a few beers and running your buddy off the road or shooting him six ways to Sunday was always a good alternate. Video games were fine. At home. At a party. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I walk into the room, and the music instantly floods my ears. The lights are low, but there’re party lights? What the actual fuck? I want to laugh until I see the guy strapped up naked with a dagger sticking out of his foot. Wait, toy as in a person? I turn and look at Gunner as his fingers stroke along the daggers. “By toy, I thought you meant like knives and daggers.” Not a fucking person! “I have those toys as well. Pick one.” He points to them. I look at the guy. He is quiet, for some reason?

Wynna's hand descended sharply, and the five electromagnetic guns instantly fired, filling the entire castle with powerful electromagnetic pulses. Right after the electromagnetic guns fired, Morris roared and rushed towards Wilbur. His cavalry sword slashed out hundreds of times in an instant, the accumulated strikes forming a terrifying blade over ten meters long, descending upon Wilbur. A beam of white light shot out fiercely from the orb in Hans' hand, bearing the force to destroy everything, piercing towards Wilbur. Three rounds of attacks were completed almost within three seconds, sealing off all of Wilbur's escape routes. With five electromagnetic guns and the full force of two sanctu

He calmly flicked the select-fire switch on his weapon to “full automatic.” The door gave way with a loud screech. Metal and the stacked contents of the storage facility flew in all directions. Blue and grey undead swarmed into the space. Zombie infantry men opened up with Springfields and Whitworths. A couple of enterprising young ghouls busied themselves setting up a Gatling gun. Game on, thought Roo again as he and Fernández opened up on the invaders at the exact same time. J 12:33 before daybreak They were almost out of ammo.

ROSES AND GUNS CHAPTER THREE MARY PAUL'S POV FLASHBACKS .......................................................................................... " My cherry, what would I do without you?" Peter murmured sultry into my ear, his soft touch grazing my naked thigh as we laid in bed. "I don't know, you tell me." I said as I hoisted myself up into sideways position, my right arm supporting the weight of my head. I stared into his eyes, my hands softly trailing along his chiseled stomach.

The twin-linked railguns mounted on its apex cast long, terrifying shadows across the mud-stained concrete of the munitions plant. And it belonged to a gamer from the Undercity. Torque walked up to the massive treads, reaching out with his organic hand to touch the cold, unyielding metal. He pulled his hand back quickly, as if afraid the machine might suddenly wake up and bite him. "I've scavenged scraps from Blackwatch drones," the cyborg warlord muttered, shaking his head. "I've built guns out of plumbing pipes. But this... Wraith, this is the fist of God."

This alerted the entire people inside. Terrence opened the secret safe where they hid some weapons inside the torture room. He ordered them to grab weapons. He took an M4A1. It’s an assault rifle with high accuracy, perfect for long-range shooting. He also took some hand grenades, two daggers, and additional bullets while the rest grab the nearest weapon that they can reach and ran going out of the torture room. “There are more at the front gate!” Cody announced. He activated everyone’s in-ear monitor so they could hear him.

I focus on our targets, blasting them with bullets as they advance toward us, dressed in biker gear. I hurry to the limousine and pull up the floorboard to see the guns stacked in it. I grab the AK47 and begin another round of bullet blasts. Bones roars with anger, aiming and taking down the enemies as well as Talia and Sara. However, the more we kill, the more invaders appear from every corner of the compound, attacking fiercely. “Argghhh!” I hear Talia scream, and I know she's been hit by a bullet immediately. My heart squeezes in pain for her.