Undertale Snowball Game Novels & Stories

"Come on, let's team up against Sandy. I'll help you remove the snow from my car later." I nodded eagerly, accepting his invitation. Our smiles grew wider, filled with playful anticipation. As snowballs flew through the air, we laughed uncontrollably, not caring about getting hit or the coldness surrounding us. "I can't believe you actually hit me!" I exclaimed, brushing off the snow from my coat. "You shouldn't underestimate me," Christopher replied with a smirk, readying his next attack."Go take that!" The snowball battle continued, our laughter ringing through the winter air, as we exchanged playful banter and aimed snowballs at each other. The coldness of the snow was forgotten, replaced

My team and I retaliated with gusto, our snowballs flying in a determined counter-attack. In the heat of the battle, a playful idea sparked in my mind. I scooped up a handful of snow, packing it tightly into a perfect sphere. My target? Jacob, who was currently launching a snowball towards one of my teammates. I took a deep breath, aimed, and let the snowball fly. It sailed through the air, a white comet headed straight for him. Just as he turned around, my snowball found its mark, landing squarely on his chest.

"Ean, don't leave, please!" She clung to Ean, but he slowly pried her hands off his arm, his tone hardening. "If you're really scared, I'll have the doctor give you something to help you sleep. You won't be scared anymore." Helen stared at him, her disbelief evident. I could not help but laugh bitterly. So, he was refusing her now? Why couldn't he refuse her back then? Ean stormed off, and I followed him. His assistant rushed over, breathless. "Mr. Smith, the surveillance footage shows someone sneaking into the freezer that night. They were heavily disguised, and we're investigating it!"

Even Mae, watching from the warm glass enclosure of the kitchen porch, held her breath. Tyler slowly looked down at the white burst of snow smeared across his chest. Then, slowly, his dark eyes rose to meet Leena’s triumphant, giggling expression. A low, deep rumble started in his chest—not of anger, but of rare, unadulterated amusement. In one fluid motion, Tyler scooped up a handful of fresh snow, packed it into a firm sphere, and looked at Julian. "Traitor. You armed her." "I regret nothing!" Julian laughed, dodging instantly as Tyler hurled the snowball with lethal accuracy, clipping Julian’s shoulder just as Caleb squealed with delight and launched a barrage from behind the fort wall.

"No tagteams!" "There's no rules in a street fight!" I grabbed another handful of snow and launched it. "Get him, Kyle!" "Yes, master!" And just like that, diplomacy collapsed. The real snowball war had begun.

“And tomorrow is the snowball fight. Are you going?” Memory pursed her lips for a minute. “I don’t know. Kirsten is so competitive. If we end up on opposite teams....” “How does that work?” “It’s sort of like Survivor in that we all draw buffs for teams. Anyone who wants to come early to build the two forts can, and then, we randomly choose colors to see who is on what team. It’s a capture the flag sort of thing.” “Is it like dodgeball? Can you get out?” He paused to admire the teddy bear Lorelei had thrust in his face before she left to go find something else.

The layer was so deep that I quickly rolled together a massive pile of solid white spheres. Standing up, I began tossing them one by one at the snow-laden pine branches just to watch the frost cascade down like white dust. The thin blanket of snow fell from the high boughs with every strike, painting a cold, quiet scene around me. I was having so much fun watching the branches shake free of their icy burden that I didn't hear the silent footsteps approaching from the shadowed archway. The very moment a tightly packed snowball left my hand, Aldric Stormfang stepped directly into the open path—and the snowball hit him straight in the middle of his face.

Elliot latched onto her words at once, as if he had finally found support. “Exactly, Brandon. Normally it is bad enough that you always demand special treatment at work, but how could you play games with the company interests? “This is a newly developed drug. Mr. Foster’s side already finalized the release schedule. “You should admit your mistake. Maybe Ms. Shaw will show mercy and go easier on you for all the hard work you have done.” Even though I already knew how shameless they could be, I was still stunned by them. I was so speechless that I laughed.

Hilarion hammered her backside with a loud Thwack, his thick meat buried deep in her tight hole. "Crying? Go on, cry out loud. It makes me horny! Haha! Sss... you're gripping me even harder! Oh... raw-fucking this wet brat!" He accelerated until she was screaming. Then they changed positions, laying her spread-eagled so the others could watch the giant rod devouring her. "Her hole is popping!" "Yeah! She’s erupting! Look at it spray!" Slake stepped over her, offering his rod to her mouth. Snow White inhaled his intoxicating Titan pheromones, her eyes glazing over. She took the rock-hard spear into her mouth.

I could see him getting anxious and restless in anticipation. "You sure you want it?" I asked, my voice coming out deadly and sharper, laced with Snow's tone. He shook his head greedily. "Yes Aurora yes! Give it to me already!" His voice boomed. "Then take it!" And I let all the energy flow out of my hand straight at his chest. He welcomed it with his arms stretched out and started absorbing it, not knowing what I was actually doing. His figure started to glow with the white light as his feet lifted off the ground slowly. He laughed in victory, enjoying it.