Undertale Skeletons Novels & Stories

With haste, she inquired directly. "Ah, Doctor Johnson. I did not wish to trouble you, but I find myself in need of your help. The young heir of the illustrious Shaw lineage seeks a masterful doctor with the ability to cure Dermatographia Urticaria. His condition surpasses that of mere dermatographism." Mr. Turk divulged. 'He is attempting to rid himself of his ailment, but why? I am aware that he can already make contact with Abigail, as they have engaged in intercourse. Could it be that he is unable to touch his own son? Despite being family?' Kelsa pondered to herself.

Veronica had even introduced me to them on the battlefield where they were punished by the elders. But as I watched, the features of his face slowly melted away, revealing the bare skull underneath. He had finally become a complete skeleton. He was truly dead—no soul remained. In this world of the undead, only Klaus, Veronica, and Carlos had retained their human forms. Why were some people skeletons while others were not? Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I felt an urgent need to test my theory. I pulled the crystal ball from the white silk knot at the back of my waist. Holding it up to the bleeding skeleton on the ground, I noticed one of the black spots inside the crystal tremble slightly

I looked to my left and then to my right and then walked closer to the store and eventually into it. “HAHAHAHAHA!!!” The skeletons on display within floor to ceiling glass cabinets all pointed towards the scattered bones around Xanthea. Xanthea giggled as the bones stacked themselves on one another, regaining its skeleton form. “Nice bowling, young lady. Skully’s knocked out bone to bone. Hahaha!” A skeleton spoke from behind the glass cabinet.

The humans went about their business eating dinner and getting ready for sleep; oblivious to what went on inside the large canopy of the dense trees. Deep inside the forest, the scent of blood hung thick in the air. The night had gone eerily quiet as the five creatures were standing in a loose circle. They were oddly shaped- a cross between an orc and a goblin with limbs sprouting from their bodies at odd angles. Their eyes were mere sockets, lidless and black orbs and a slit for a mouth with a set of crisscrossed pincers and a long nose to complete their look. They were the hycwens, a blood-thirsty race of wild and untamed creatures that killed for sport and ate anything that moved.

By the time I looked closely, I saw a throne and a skeleton dressed in an elegant robe was seated on it. "What the--" It's eyes suddenly glowed green and it's gaze was solely on me. I almost threw the lamp and ran back but I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried. I looked down to my legs and I found out rocks had already been molded to them. I stared at those eyes again, they reminded me of Levi. My breaths hung in my throat and my heart pounded like crazy. Something about this skeleton spelt doom! "Aaron Harrington." The Skeleton muttered, my eyes exclaiming in horror. "I've been waiting for you."

Clay sadly notified. "Do you know anything about that?" I seriously inquired. I need to investigate further. "All we know is just about the Faking of the bullet, that's all," Clay answered. Do they know about the Cloning of guns? "It somehow bothered Miss Grey. I pity her even though she's that scary--"---Clay "No, Mr Everfrost is scarier than her." Rald cut him off. They were still fighting for who's the Scarier title from the Two Everfrosts but their voices have hints of fear. Are they really that scary?

He howled against the dark starless night as bats flew across the pine forest. ’You know what, little boy? You should get a woman to come here with you. Entice her to follow you and maybe—this time around—we could have some fun. The fun that had been eluded and elusive to you since you’re besotted with that good-for-nothing Ultima,’ Zane purred, enticing Zack to follow through with the plan that might.

However, no matter how much they rubbed their eyes, the Apocalyptic Legion remained in front of them. This threw them into a loop; they began to wonder what the human and zombies were doing at the Underworld Stream. One of the Rank 3 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen snapped out of it, and he shouted in the direction of the cave, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" In just a split moment, more than 30 Rank 3 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen came rushing out the cave. What were the Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen? They were skeletons with great swords in their hands!

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, walked out of the bathroom and went up to the window. The army of the dead was increasing and drawing power out of him. He felt more and more of the undead were emerging from their metal-bound coffins with every minute. More and more of the higher undead: draugrs, strzygas, blood-rakers, ghouls and other creatures of the Dark. Yes, they required a lot of magic. But one monster of this kind was worth a dozen, sometimes even a hundred ordinary zombies.