Undertale Lab Novels & Stories

Soon, the two arrived at a laboratory of the Alroy imperial family. This laboratory was built many years ago. Previously, Dalton established the Red Moon Institute to research how to suppress the berserk blood in his body and built a laboratory within his family manor. Over the years, this laboratory had been used by professional researchers to continue with the study. Still, the result they yielded was not significant. When the two arrived at the lab, Leonardo, Shaun Yarn, and others had long gathered here. At this time, Yander, who was wearing a white lab coat, was sitting before a high-precision analysis instrument. Next to him, the device was connected to a computer.

One lab stood apart: sealed, reinforced, with my name etched on the door: “Project Anima – Asset-Alpha.” My hand trembled. This door was a portal. Julian placed a hand on my back. Then unlocked it. We stepped inside. The lab was decked in white tile. Rows of monitors. A glass isolation chamber empty, like a morgue for invention. Electrodes, EEG caps, neural injectors, abandoned but still intact, like station-keepers waiting to be reactivated. The console’s screen blinked to life when Julian approached. “Data vault secure. Registry available for extraction.”

Shanley immediately turned off the TV. "Nothing, just an advertisement," Shanley said. "Go inside and rest. If you need anything, tell the maid." After speaking, he immediately helped Tawny into the room. Then, he went up to the secret laboratory on the second floor, which contained countless expensive equipment. From the fragments of Plan A collected from the Roberts Group with this modern machine, he could also piece them together into a complete version. Esmeralda helped him make use of Tawny, which was just a cover for Esmeralda.

The air in the underground lab felt heavy like it hadn’t been breathed in years. The faint hum of dormant machines slowly awakened, their circuits glowing faintly blue against the dark concrete walls. A cold draft swept through the room, carrying with it the scent of metal, ozone, and something that felt alive. Lola’s flashlight beam swept across the rows of monitors, each flickering between static and half formed images of dorm rooms above. Every feed displayed a different angle some showing empty hallways, others frozen on distorted shadows that looked too tall to be human.

The laboratory chamber at the bottom of the concrete stairs didn't just look large; it looked like a massive, underground factory for a shadow war. Row after row of tall glass vats lined the walls, glowing with a sickly, artificial gold light that pulsed in time with the deep vibration coming from the floorboards. Inside the liquid of those vats, I could see the dark, heavy shapes of more prototypes—men engineered to be completely numb to a true wolf's soul. "They're active, Silas," I whispered, my fingers flying across the ruggedized tablet as I tapped into the local network. "The main system shows these units are already at ninety percent incubation. Hecate wasn't trying to scare us; she w

Angelo said, and then he started scribbling on a piece of paper. "Stephan, do we have blueprints?" Angelo asked, and he nodded. "They don´t give much on the underground facilities, but at least we have the access routes and possible entryways to the underground area, where we believe the lab is located." He said, and then retrieved the blueprints, placing them over the desk. "Alright, let´s start mapping out the security around the gates, and such," I said, and Angelo nodded. "Over there was a royal vampire," he said, and I squinted my eyebrows.

"By sunrise in the west, do you mean forgetting Laelia? I'm sure you are exaggerating, and it was about Laelia." To my annoyance, he started laughing again. "Aren't you the smart one here?" He pinched my cheeks hard. "And you are taking her side even when you want to hate her!" The druids got off the car to inquire at the university and returned. "He has a private lab an hour away. The one here is small with just two students." "Did you get the address?" "Yes. That's where they took me. A building that was one crazy maze with many high-security locked doors. He must be doing all his weapon development research there to take your stones."

Chapter 173: The Laboratory of Broken Mirrors The transition from Tier Two to the deeper sectors was a descent into an alchemical tomb. The air here was dry, cold, and heavy with the scent of old paper and calcified bone. This was Malakor’s private sanctuary—the Laboratory of Mirrors. The walls were lined with thousands of small, polished obsidian fragments, arranged in intricate, geometric patterns designed to reflect and amplify the light of the mountain core throughout the mountain complex. As Natalia’s group burst into the long gallery, their torches caught the mirrors, creating a disorienting, endless hall of flickering orange and violet reflections. Every step they took was multiplied

She looks to River. My head turns between the two. "Lab? What lab?" River sighs and sits back in the chair. "The lab in Red Rock. The Alliance was running a weapons lab in the town. Mechanical and biological weapons to use against shifters. Torrent was experimented on for 20 years before escaped." "Are you fucking kidding me?! So, he was a Turner loaded with experimental fucking drugs?!" I flop back in my seat. River nods. "Looks like it. When he bit Sam, his venom must have been changed from the testing. He created a monster."

I say in a quite stonelike manner. Leah's pupils dilated a bit after processing my words. "Well where can I find her?" Snapped out of the frozen position she typed away furiously at the computer located in front of her. Finally looking up she said, "She is in a room located on the east wing, on the fourth level, room number 3254." The walk there tooked quite some time. All these people scurrying around to their own destination made the journey to room 3254 quite the battle to get through the halls.