Undertale Robot Novels & Stories

I wrinkled my nose as I held up a glass with a green liquid that Lilith had handed me and said with a cheerful smile, "Drink up!" "A sort of Kale..." she trailed off, searching for the right word. "Tonic. It's good for you." Ever since I had woken up, Aurelia and Lilith had come by and haven't stopped watching my every move. Every time I woke up, either of them would stand up and offer to help me out. "I'm not even five months pregnant," I said and Aurelia laughed beside me. "You don't have to treat me like I'm about to pop any second."

Meanwhile, Harold took the same robot that almost made Shantal tripped from a while ago. "We thought that a robot would be the best present we could give you. We can assure you that it is a limited edition since it is the only one we built and there is nothing similar to this in the market. He can make friends with your pretty squad if you like." The mention of her favorite appliances which she happened to name 'Pretty' brought a smile to Shantal's face. "We made one final upgrade to it last night so its batteries will last longer. It won't be as good as 1096 but it will be able to keep you company whenever you are bored."

"Was it just a dream?" Rian hesitated to open his eyes. Was it a reality or a dream? He slowly opened his eyes and he saw a robot standing in front of him. It wears a brown armor with glowing blue things on its joints. Its head was just like a brown tube TV. He was just like a common monster on any MMORPG. “Subject number 177013 is awake.” It said. Rian found himself lying on a fluffy bed. He realized he just wore a pair of jeans. He was in a small room that the wall seemed to be dull. And the question is, what a robot was doing here?

He pressed the wrong button, and suddenly the robot pulled out a wooden mallet, chasing Patrick and Lila around and whacking their heads. Anson: “?” Wait, what? That wasn’t supposed to happen! Robert saw the chaos and kicked him. “What are you fooling around for? Stop it right now!” As Robert tried to snatch the remote, Anson refused to let go. In the struggle, Robert accidentally pressed another button. The robot let out a string of “hiya, hiya!” and slammed both Patrick and Lila unconscious. Robert: “…” How did that happen? He shoved the remote back at Anson and snapped, “Look what you’ve done!”

Roman asked me like someone who is always annoying, and I sighed deeply, throwing the book away at the wall, making him jump out of fright. "Can you shut the fuck up?!" I snapped angrily at him, he huffed and pouted like a deadass grumpy child. "Hey, I protected the princess, as you said." Ashton came into my library place with his undercover face, he changed as he passed a hand over his face, then returned to his usual face. His power is basically copying and changing his face into an undercover, useful for spying, Roman is skilled in flying and moving quickly like a flash while I can do whatever I want with a flick of my finger like disappearing, telekinesis, looking into someone memories.

He beckoned his assistant over with the goods. "Grandpa's gift for you." "What's inside?" "Open it and see." With the assistant's help, Buddy peeled back the layers slow, revealing a robot staring back. The thing clocked about four feet tall, towering over him. Titanium aerospace frame wrapped in medical-grade silicone, rigged with a skin-temp simulator that felt human-warm. "Whoa, awesome." Buddy's eyes went starry. Alexander chuckled. "Latest from AI Life—companion bot, not even out yet."

During the party celebrating my promotion, I am in the middle of cutting the cake when a positive pregnancy test report is thrown right in my face. Subsequently, my normally compliant boyfriend, Zachary Zolt, pulls my best friend, Caroline Lotter, into his arms. With reddened eyes, he says, "Winnie, for the past three years, I've stayed by your side, giving you all the emotional support you needed and the respect you deserved. "However, Carol is now pregnant with my baby, and I have to take responsibility. You've always been magnanimous, so don't be petty over a minor matter, alright? Let's part amicably." Our colleagues gasp in surprise before shooting me a look, as though I were a malic

The first rule for robot army: they could never hurt human beings. The second rule for robot army: we can define some people out of the range of “human beings”. Dr. Elena Vasquez typed these two lines into the central command core of the Autonomous Tactical Unit, or ATU—twenty thousand combat robots deployed across seven continents. She leaned back in her chair and watched the code compile. No errors. No warnings. The robots’ optical sensors flickered once, then glowed steady green.

He looked at the building with disdain. Perhaps it would be better not to grant her access rights. Who ever heard of being jealous of an old tin can? When they reached the entrance, they came across a robot lying on the floor. Its mechanical eyes suddenly lit up red, and it scanned Helena and Henrique. Upon recognizing Henrique, the robot began to struggle, emitting static sounds. “Zzt... Master... Master...” The poor robot, who appeared to be the butler of that sector, desperately tried to report the chaos, but its voice circuits were damaged.

“Apologies for the wait; we were just finalizing preparations.” Mr. Adrian gave a small nod. “No problem. Let’s get started, Miss Santiago.” “Thank you, sir. I know some of you are probably wondering about the cleaning equipment and what’s under this cloth. I promise it’ll make sense in a moment.” She reached over, pulling the cloth off the wheelchair to reveal a robot that looked… half-finished. Wires and metal joints were visible; the skeleton of the machine seemed exposed. The robot’s head drooped forward, appearing almost lifeless.