Undertale True Lab Novels & Stories

“Then we find a lab he can’t touch. Something underground. Something fast, and reliable.” Taylor hesitated a bit, biting her bottom lip. “I… I might know someone.” Her fingers hovered uncertainly over her keyboard. “It’s not official—off the books—but it’s secure. We’d need samples. Yours and…” Her voice trailed off. None of us wanted to say it. Carl’s.

Inside the cold, dimly lit chamber hidden beneath the old Landon manor, test tubes glowed faint red under blue arcane lights. Cane Landon—Carl’s younger brother, a scientist whose mind was as sharp as his claws—stood before a reinforced glass desk filled with ancient tomes and modern instruments. He tapped the vial labeled “AL-VB-01”—Alaric Vaelthorne’s blood sample. Maika stood behind him, arms folded, her golden eyes watchful as Cane inserted the sample into a crystalline centrifuge inscribed with sigils.

Julian insisted Lucas enroll in a highly specialized, cutting-edge Advanced Cryptography and Network Security course offered by a prestigious university that happened to receive substantial funding from the Thorne Foundation. 1. The Enrollment Trap (The Trojan Horse) Julian didn't just want Lucas to take the course; he wanted to control the learning environment. * Custom Digital Environment: Julian secretly funded and oversaw the development of the course's accompanying secure virtual lab environment. This lab was custom-built with proprietary software designed by a shell company affiliated with Project Oversight. While appearing to be standard educational software, it contained sophisticate

Dawn painted Silver Lake in hues of gold and rose as I made my way to the estate's herbology lab. Luna Elena had mentioned it the previous night – a well-equipped facility tucked into the east wing of the main house, used by generations of her family to study plant medicines. The lab exceeded my expectations. Ancient wooden cabinets lined the walls, filled with rare herbs and tinctures. Modern equipment sat beside traditional mortar and pestles, combining centuries of healing knowledge with contemporary science. I worked methodically, analyzing the cologne sample I'd collected from Alpha Marcus's room. The process required complete concentration, my hands steady as I separated components and

If no ability was found, the full f*e was charged, reducing the number of hopeful gamblers. The testing process was slow, akin to a full-body examination. After about an hour, one by one, dejected citizens left, and finally, it was Lancelot’s turn. The room was silver and white, with a style resembling Lorge's alchemical laboratory. A technician in a white lab coat sat at a sophisticated instrument. "Please lie down here," the technician instructed, pointing to a metallic device that resembled a capsule. Lancelot lay down inside. Immediately, circles of energy rings began to move around his body, and various physiological data began to flash on the display screen.

It’s so different here. “Dr. Scarlett?” I turn my head to the mousy-pitched voice of Laney—a lab assistant, and the only undergraduate I’ve allowed within my ranks in the past five years. She’s pre-med, and why she wanted to be in my lab is still a mystery to me, but she’s brilliant and spends a good deal of time volunteering at the university’s clinic upstairs, which often benefits me. “Yes?” “I hate to bother you–” “Fuck, man!” Toby’s voice rings out through the lab as he appears with two graduate researchers at his sides, all three dressed in their heavy yellow parkas and thermals as they breach the plastic curtains separating the main lab from the ice tunnels.

Rosemary said. "Not if you tell them the truth," Luna said. "Show them that Maya is alive. Show them that Ariana is a witch." "How do I prove that?" Rosemary asked. Luna gave her a small bottle with blue liquid in it. "This is truth serum. If you can get Ariana to drink this, she will tell everyone the truth." "This is crazy," Rosemary said. "I'm pregnant. I can't fight werewolves." "You don't have to fight them," Luna said. "You just have to be smart."

"No wonder you exude such power—being the true Luna has its perks, doesn’t it?" "We’re all here to support you," another chimed in. "We won’t let some lowborn Omega take your rightful place." "And look at Caius," said another. "He’s already showing dominance, even at such a young age! He’s the true heir to Serrowind Pack." The Beta teacher, her posture stiff, even bowed slightly. "Luna Virelle, let me know what Caius likes to eat. We’ll make sure the daycare caters to his tastes from now on."

Servants from Xavier's pack lined up, while Aria and the other servants lined up at another end, all with their heads lowered, awaiting Xavier's selection. The room grew quiet again as Xavier walked between the rows of the warriors first. These were not just any warriors; they were titans hewn from the very marrow of battle, each man a design of scars, sinew, and survival instinct. His former pack had nurtured a breed of fighters that made the Winter pack’s warriors seem almost boyish in comparison. They reeked of blood and death, men who looked as if they had torn their way out of the underworld and were ready to raze heaven itself. Xavier himself looked like that too. He selected some of t

I left the lab, almost bumping a few shoulders on my way. I had to get out of there, I had to get some air. All the air on the planet maybe. Liam Anderson was my biggest nightmare. My biggest headache. The thought of having to spend the next six months of my life looking at his face every single day, or well, almost every single day, made me nauseous in ways I couldn't describe. His arrogance was unbearable. Ok, he was the best in robotics, but that didn't give him the right to stick his nose into other people's projects and…my phone bipped. Message. I came to a halt. It was from an unknown number.