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After Post-Tale, Part 3: ?
Valium woke up to the sounds of water rushing beside him, he could feel the little droplets and the coolness of a waterfall hit his cheek. He opened his eyes and stood up to the rushing of the waterfall and looked around to further reveal he was in the Waterfall section of the underground. He put up his left leg than his right and found out he seemed shorter, much shorter. He wasn't wearing his signature green overcoat jacket, black torn slacks along with his black boots. The worst part of all: his uncle's sword was gone. "Think rationally," He thought. "This must all be a trick, something the ventriloquist did to lower my guard." He looked around and stepped forward, it gave out a squeaking noise. He glimpsed down and saw that he was wearing his old bunny slipper. They gave out a squeaking noise every time he walked. "Mom said she loved these, Dad said he wanted to wear them himself." He remembered to keep moving, no matter how much nostalgia it brought him.
After walking for about te
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The Three Tales: Chapter 6
The king opened the duel doors to the black building.
The building was covered in black ooze, and the interior was covered in more darkness and unknown creatures.
This was a place of evil for both monsters and humans, it was rumored that the devil himself made this place.
The king's steps made marks in the ash on the ground.
It was cold, even colder than the snow outside.
He stepped up the steps and saw a bell covered in black dust, he put his hand upon it.
The bell was cracked and ruined, it would look to be impossible to ring it.
However, he pushed the bell.
It made a very loud noise, it was not ringing, it was screaming.
He did not stir from his place, nor did he flinch when this bell began its cursed tune.
A man emerged from the dark, his appearance rotted and uncanny.
The man stopped the bell's screaming, and bowed to the king.
"My gracious lord," his voice was eerie and sinister.
"The blacken ones await for your ceremony."
The man walked foward, and the king followed him.
The hou
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After Post-Tale, Part 2: The World of Darkness
The wheels screech to a halt as the sand and ashes from the ground rise into the air.
One of the doors opened and Valium stepped out of the vehicle.
Mania allso stepped out of the vehicle and followed Valium to the trunk, while looking around for possessed.
Valium opened the trunk and grabbed a shotgun, he started loading the shells into it.
"What are we doing here?" Mania asked.
Valium looked up at her, "I told you in the car."
"Why did we go to the Empire State Building for gas?"
Valium finished loading the shells and closed the trunk, quickly walking away.
"Valium,"
He looked back,
"What are we doing here?"
Valium sighed and turned around.
"I'm here to kill the Ventriloquist."
Mania's eyes lit up with fear, "The Ventriloquist?"
"Yeah,"
"You mean that big guy that can take control of bodies and make them into puppets?"
"Well, yeah."
Mania turned around and put her hands to her hand, and kicked the car.
Valium was suprised, people would usually run, her reaction was calmer compared to
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After Post-Tale, Part 1: Valium
The ventriloquist quickly scraped across the roads, and the Helix followed him.
The Helix was neither man nor monster, he was able to switch between both.
He took his grandfather's height, his father's intelligence, and his mother's determination.
His human form was good looking, greatly postured, and extremely strong.
However, he stayed a skeleton, to remind himself of his parents and his brother.
Everyone dear to him was taken from the ventriloquist, everyone that walked among him was taken from this hellish world.
He was special, and he didn't know why.
He dragged his sand-filled boots across the ash and debree.
He felt his bones scrape against each other.
The possessed recognised him, and would always attempt to end his life.
None of them succeded, their souls would always crack and break from the bite of his sword.
The sword was broken, it's pieces jagged into the ventriloquist.
His grandfather's sword tracked the pieces, getting him closer and closer to the puppet master.
The swo
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The Three Tales: Chapter 5
The Fall quickly turned to winter.
Snow covered the trees and ground.
"For humans, winter was about survival.
Since humans didn't have fur and couldn't conjure fire to their fingertips, they usually went out hunting.
Many hunters die from wolves, bears, or other hunters.
The deaths of these hunters are usually blamed on the monsters.
Because of this, winter was defending season for them."
Edward scoffed as he closed the book and put it back on the shelf.
"Well is it true?"
Edward turned to Toriel as she stood curious about her question.
"Well it's.... close, yeah. Some what close."
Toriel chuckled slightly,
"Well if that's wrong, why do they invade us so often this winter?"
"It's probably because I am here, instead of there."
Edward turned around and started walking towards the door.
"Why did you leave?"
Edward looked back,
"Well I... it's been a while since I saw you. So I decided to come here."
Toriel walked up to him with a frown.
"You left your kingdom, and put your life at risk, f
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The Three Tales: Chapter 4
Edward and more guards ran up to the gate walls.
When they arrived, they saw three men at the bottom.
Liam was with them, he had a curved knife at his throat.
The men looked directly at Edward and no one else.
These three men were covered in black, in the shadows they would be invisible to the natural eye.
A scratchy and rough voice spoke,
"We told you to keep the gate closed, forever. Now since you have opened it, we will have to kill off your kind."
Edward spoke up,
"As your prince, I ask you to let the boy and this great city alone."
One of the men hissed at him and another coughed.
"If you let monsters shelter you, my 'prince', then you are no longer your father's son."
"Edward! Help-"
Liam's voice was cut short by the blade slicing his flesh.
Liam attempted to hold his throat so the blood from his neck would stop flowing, but nothing helped him.
His blood flowed down to his shirt which began to soak in blood, and he fell to the ground bleeding out.
Edward yelled and the archers sh
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The Three Tales: Chapter 3
The gates to Domus Monstra were huge and threating.
They had long and tall spikes pointing out from the walls made of steel.
The steel gate shone with an urge to stay away, there was unknown sorcery upon it.
The prince looked at the walls of doom.
He put his hand upon it, it felt colder than ice.
"Woah!! This castle is huge!!"
The prince looked back to Liam who was gaping at the walls and towers.
Liam's excitement quickly fluttered away as an arrow flew directly under his legs.
"Who goes there?"
The dog pointed the crossbow at the prince, intent to kill.
"It is me, Edward from Magmum Hominum!"
The dog quickly put the bow down and apologised for firing.
"That is alright, may I come in now?"
"Oh! Yes, sorry sir!"
Edward put his hand up as a gesture of good faith after the dog's second apology.
The gates opened before him, making sounds of creaking and cracking.
Edward stepped foward and was well recieved by the guard's by the gate.
"Master Edward! So good to finally see you after so long
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The Three Tales: Chapter 2
The prince started heading his way down a long road.
No horse, no men, just by himself and his two feet.
He walked in the direction of Domus Monstra, the kingdom of monsters.
There were humans telling him to turn away, not to go due to the horrors of unholyness they will unleash upon him.
He ignored many of these requests, until he came upon this small boy.
"Where are you going?"
The boy asked,
"I'm going to Domus Monstra, heard of it?"
"It sounds cool! Can I come?"
The prince was suprised at this request.
A human would most likely shun him for even saying that, but this boy is completly different.
"What's your name kid?"
"I am Liam the Great! You'll see me as a mighty king one day!"
Liam ran to a rock, big for his size, and atttempted to lift it.
He was unable to lift this mighty rock, he gave up and fell defeated.
The prince chuckled under his breath, then lifted the rock for Liam.
Liam was astonished at what he saw, and immediatly grew inspiration for him.
"Woah!! I bet you can lift
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The Three Tales: Prologue
"Bring in monster 2104-B"
A unlocking sound came from the other side of the door.
The monster that was on the other side was an old turtle.
He had grey hair, which was unusual to humans because it was unnatural to see growing hair on a reptile.
"Please, sit down."
The instructor was a human, of course, had jet black hair and a suit on for the occasion.
The turtle sat down with a kind of happy look on his face.
"How could he remain happy in here?"
The instructor thought,
"We were similar to his position and we were completely furious."
The instructor stopped thinking about the turtle.
He pulled out some files from his brief case, they were pictures of old customs.
Not really happy pictures, but they weren't supposed to be that happy.
"Now, could you tell me your name, please?"
"Gerson, do I need to spell it for you?"
"No, I know how to spell it."
Gerson had a sort of comforting look on his face, like a grandpa.
"Could you tell me your age?"
"Monster years or Human years?"
"Either one is
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TeenFell Contest Entry
"Damnit it Sans! Another fight!"
Sans take a puff out of his cig, he had bloody fists and a slight fracture to the skull.
He had a fight with one of the nicest boys in the school, Devon.
Devon bumped into Frisk in the hallway, she dropped almost everything she was holding.
Devon, being the gentleman he was, helped to pick up the books and apologized.
Sans didn't take his actions very lightly, in fact, it was the first time he punched someone in a long time.
After his anger managment classes and his "Family Meetings" with his Dad, he calmed down for a while.
"What can I say, felt good, don't regret it a single bit"
"Well, I'm sure he regrets being a gentleman!!"
"He should, he's not even that nice, it's only towards Frisk."
"That you're wrong about, he helped you yesterday with your history homework, and you got the first B in a long time of classes!!"
It's true that Devon was like the nicest kid in town, too bad he lives in a town full of strangers and crazy people.
"You know what, I'm
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Valium woke up to the sounds of water rushing beside him, he could feel the little droplets and the coolness of a waterfall hit his cheek. He opened his eyes and stood up to the rushing of the waterfall and looked around to further reveal he was in the Waterfall section of the underground. He put up his left leg than his right and found out he seemed shorter, much shorter. He wasn't wearing his signature green overcoat jacket, black torn slacks along with his black boots. The worst part of all: his uncle's sword was gone. "Think rationally," He thought. "This must all be a trick, something the ventriloquist did to lower my guard." He looked around and stepped forward, it gave out a squeaking noise. He glimpsed down and saw that he was wearing his old bunny slipper. They gave out a squeaking noise every time he walked. "Mom said she loved these, Dad said he wanted to wear them himself." He remembered to keep moving, no matter how much nostalgia it brought him.

After walking for about ten minutes, he heard footsteps. Valium reached for his uncle's sword, remembered it wasn't there, then was attacked by his brother. His brother lifted him up high into the air, squeezing him intensely in a bear hug. "Where you been little bro?" Valium couldn't respond, as the air in his lungs was being pulled out of him like a vacuum. His brother slammed him down and left him dizzy and very confused. "Guys! C'mon you know Mom doesn't like this kind of behavior!" His sister walked up, picked up Valium, then smacked him along the head. "And you! Where have you been for the last half hour?" "I-... I-...."  "Trying to make an excuse huh? Well, let's see what Mom and Dad have to say about this!" His sister latched onto his arm and dragged him to his home, not paying attention to the tears coming out of his face.

His sister kicked open the door and threw him on the couch. "You wait here!" Valium's sister stormed off into her room while Valium sat there, drying his face from the tears of joy. "This can't be all in my head, the ventriloquist doesn't know me at all this well." To be certain of this, he pinched his arm. He felt pain, and he could see the blood and feel it rushing out of the skin. (He was human at this time, the only time he was a skeleton was when he was sad or stressed). He heard heavy footsteps coming from the hall into the living room, recognizing the pattern of it. He got up and confronted his Uncle, Papyrus. "Woah, Jesus Valium where have you been huh?" His voice was slightly muffled from the cigarette in his mouth. "Uncle Papyrus? Is that you?" He gave his grandson a confused look. "Do I look different than I usually do?" He gave his uniform a quick inspection. While doing this Valium gave him a tight hug, probably tighter than what his brother gave him on their encounter. Papyrus was startled and quite literally breathless. "Okay, okay, you can get off me now." Valium released from the hug, basically crying like a baby. Papyrus kneeled down and put his hand on his shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong Valium?" He realized that displaying his pain in front of his Uncle would certainly raise suspicion. "I'm fine, I'm just happy to see you." Papyrus chuckled and stood up again. "Thirty minutes of not seeing me will upset you? Then you probably shouldn't go to college." They both chuckled, however, Papyrus put his hand into his jacket pocket and looked around. "Is everyone gone now?" "I-I'm not sure." Papyrus saw the coast was clear and handed him a GB Pistol, small and modified just for him. "Looks like I have to deal with a small problem in Hotlands, you know what that means?" Valium contemplated in his thoughts for a few seconds. "We're gonna take names and kick ass?" Papyrus chuckled and handed him the cartridges. "It's gonna be your punishment." Sans and Frisk walked into the room just as Papyrus swiped off his act, put the pistol in Valium's back pants, and shouted at him. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself? running off and daydreaming of demon hunting?" Sans overheard this and stepped up to Valium, "Are you serious kiddo? Are you daydreaming of hunting demons?" Frisk rushed to him and kneeled down, "Honey, it's dangerous. Not everyone who hunts demons lives another day." The tears formed in his eyes and he remembered their deaths and how they all regretted his final career choice as a demon hunter, except Papyrus. He never saw Papyrus get killed, in fact, Papyrus went missing before the demon invasion on Earth even occurred. "I-I'm sorry, I just wanted to be like you guys." This was the last sentence he said to them before running off for his career and seeing the pain in their eyes as they watched him leave. "I've decided that he should see me in action so he doesn't get ideas of becoming one." Sans looked at Papyrus and he obviously wasn't happy with his delusional choice in punishment. "That's suicide! How is he going to observe you without getting hurt!" Frisk just cuddled up to her son as they argued. "This contract is just a very small problem, he won't get hurt at all, I guarantee it." Sans just angrily looked at Papyrus, since he can't come up with a punishment himself. "Fine! But if my son even has a small scratch on him, I will rain hell on you." "That goes for me as well." Frisk said looking up at Papyrus. "He won't have a single hair touched." Papyrus took Valium with him and they went to the contract. "How small is this contract Uncle?" Papyrus looked at him while walking to Hotlands. "It's harder than last time." "So this isn't a possessed?" "No, it's a Imp."
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Right now I have not the slightest idea what to do, I've been shot and I've got depression. I feel like this is possibly the worst time in my life or even the worst time to be alive. I don't even want to write anything at all since the only people who watch me are literally just two people. I'm probably just gonna write a few more things than I'm completely done.
I just wanna say that I'm grateful for all of you, whether that be two or hundreds of you reading this right now, I've just learned that one of my friends recently became a school shooter, and is now coming back to school Monday after a 10 day suspension, I don't know if I will live or die that day, I wanna thank those who take the time out of their day to read and enjoy my stories, hopefully I come back well on Monday, if not, then all of you have been a complete pleasure to write for, and I don't regret a single moment of it, thank you and unfortunately goodbye

Miche, if you're reading this and I'm dead, then don't take my death as another ending, think of it as me just writing another story, or completing another chapter of our role-play, I've missed the good days, and now it seems like those days will forever be lost, and I will never see or talk to you again, I'll be there for you, always

Your author, friend, and college
-Benjamin Dowling Joseph Maximilian Nesbitt
P.S. I'll never forget my time here, death or life, it's been forever unforgettable

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Are you still there? Are you ok?
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Yeah, just got shot below the lung
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thanks for watching me!!!
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Of course! Your comic has a lot of interesting things I like
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