Undertale #insomnia Novels & Stories

In my state of utter depletion, I forced myself to believe that everything crazy about tonight—from the solid chest that appeared in front of the truck to the wolf ears in the mirror—was nothing more than a toxic hallucination. On the borderline between consciousness and coma, I faintly felt the warmth of Nanny’s hand as she pulled up the blanket for me. The room sank into a quiet darkness, but amidst the rumbling thunder outside the window, a whispering voice, trembling and laced with dread, slipped into my fracturing subconscious: "The late Madame's seal... has finally broken. The legendary White Wolf bloodline can no longer be hidden..." The sharp creak of the medical kit being tightly gr

Trista's POV Early the next morning, as soon as I arrived at the healing center, Xander called me into his office. He handed me a stack of documents. "There's a special case here. Look it over first. You'll be taking the appointment later." I flipped through the medical records, my brows knitting tighter with every page. It wasn't a standard case of insomnia; it was a lunar-induced sleep disorder, accompanied by sleepwalking hunting impulses and pheromone sensory overload—even signs of a partial shift.

Caleb had been stuck on Skybreaker and now tried to progress up to Earth Crush and Stellar Slash. After just one night, he emerged and lay in bed, groaning in disappointment, "There's just not enough time. If only you could open the time bubble again…"

"Folgerous incantum, velaris mactum, elysium profundum, adveho umbram. Invictus potentia, animus obscurum, tenebris adficio, veneficus summus. Animaque regia, in tenebris ambulare, umbrae dominus." The chant continued, the words flowing together in a mesmerizing rhythm. The man's hands moved gracefully in the air, tracing intricate patterns that seemed to correspond with the syllables he uttered. The room itself seemed to quiver in response, and Elvie couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease.

I kicked off my shoes and climbed up onto my bed, pulling my knees tightly to my chest. I looked at the glass of blended fruit, and a bitter, self-deprecating laugh escaped my lips. I knew right then that it would definitely be pointless drinking the smoothie. My insomnia definitely wasn't a smoothie problem. It was an Easton problem. It was a thick, muscular, tattooed problem that no amount of blended tart cherries, kiwis, and bananas could ever solve.

"And that viper, Seraphina. She set up 99 failed marking attempts. Every time she fainted, it was an act. And you, you fell for it every single time!" "No!" I yelled. "Seraphina is just frail, it's not her fault!" "Go look in Lyra's room," Elarah said, turning to leave. "Maybe you'll find the truth." I burst into Lyra's room, tearing through everything. In the bottom drawer of her nightstand, I found a thick diary. Page 1: The 15th failed marking today. Kaelen said Seraphina fainted again, so the ritual had to stop. I'm starting to wonder if the Moon Goddess truly blesses this union...

I dumped my purse in there as soon as we walked inside, and I want to hold the feather. “Callie?” Kristy says, and I don’t think it’s the first time she’s said my name. I spaced out thinking about the man and the feather. It sounds so insane when I think about it like that. “Sorry.” I bring my hands to my face and yawn. “I’m tired.” “You should sleep,” Lucas urges. “I know,” I agree. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep. What if some kids break in tomorrow and find Jumanji or something?”

So she takes advantage of a moment of calm to come and chat with me. From what I could see while entering, all the customers and the regulars were already served. I smile back at Didi. "You look... rested," I remark. Didi leans on the counter facing me and leans forward to confide in me: "I slept sixteen hours straight. I found the miracle solution to my problem." I let the cup's rim rest against my lips at the announcement she had just made. Didi has insomnia, and everyone knows this just by looking at the dark circles under her eyes.

Crying my eyes out the entire rime. I jolt awake, immediately jumping out of my queen-sized bed and hitting the floor. It's been years since that memory has caught up with the nightmares of my life. Right after Jed was arrested I had spoken with a therapist, Jackie, the same one I referred Laynie too last year, and she showed me a specific mantra to try to take my nightmares away. Time is my thing, always has been, so use it to my advantage. I check the alarm clock on my nightstand.

The realisation of his feelings last night made him feel a little awkward around the e-ghost who was now very silent. Getting out of bed, Tynan wondered what would be a good breakfast for the snoozing e-ghost. After a few days, Laura and Tynan discovered that while Laura didn't need sleep or food, she would sometimes go offline for a few hours. During that period, the phone would work like any other phone and Laura couldn't be contacted.