Secrets of a Skeletal Daughter
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Ongoing, First published Aug 23, 2018
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(Sequel to 'The Daughter of Papyton') 
(Book 2•~) 
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Being trapped in the anti-void wasn't very entertaining, nor productive. I mean, neither just SITTING there is productive, either. 

And I just want to get home, and tell my brother, family, and friends to watch out and just explain to them what happened; 

But part of that explanation is a secret. 

A secret, that I can't tell. It's important to me; but there are more that dig deeper than a silly little ice sheet secret. 

One that is practically Earth shattering.

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Ink and Error had already been at each others' throats before, but now they're on a battle field of even thinner ice. 

No one has a clue to what Error has in mind for you; whether his purpose of keeping you here is simply for lust or research, it remains unknown. 

But whatever he has in mind, it's in Ink's best interest to help you back home as safe and unscathed as he can; whether he gets hurt or even dies in the process. 

Back at home, Impact has been going through anxiety and panic attacks almost every day, causing the entire underground to worry about the wellbeing, and wonder about the disappearance of his sister. 

It's not helping that Mettaton has been sheltering himself from the underground; something very off. There aren't very many things that can upset him, but his children are one of them; good and bad. 


And still , there is so much you want to tell them. Yet, you feel it is unnecessary to tell people of what a practical god who enslaved you did to you; you might just end up dead, you thought. 

And that so much, turns out to be so little in your eyes, minuscule thoughts that get pushed back into your mind; yet everybody else, thinks you're hiding something. 

Secrets aren't a good thing, yet everybody has them. 

Especially you. 

And those secrets are special, because...

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