[Undertale] Sans X Reader - Repeat, Eternally

BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY

Alright, so let's get something straight.

The Undertale fandom is trash.

No, let me FIX that sentence.

HUMANITY is trash.

A lot of people call the Undertale fandom toxic when in reality they are the toxic ones. It's not the damn fanbases' fault that there's so many terrible people out there in the world {including pedophiles}

I have a slight reluctance to continue the story, but I will, because I honestly don't care. It's not the fandom that creates the drama, it's the people. My mother always said that nasty people are unhappy, and go out of their way to make others unhappy because that's the way they are.

She's kind of a bitch and I hate her.

There are some really good people out there, and some really toxic ones.

Let me make it simple.

I can be absolute trash. I can be rude to everyone and anyone and be filled with hatred.

Or I can suck life up and be someone worth giving a damn about.

Admittedly, I'm not all sugar and spice and everything nice, but nobody is 100% perfect.

This story is most likely NOT going to be what you expect.

I write for me, myself, and I, and sometimes the masses.

This is long and it's more focused on the reader and plot than the romance. It's about building relationships, and the lengths you'd take to be there for someone who you care about. This isn't JUST a fan-fiction. Then again, it never is.

Who knows? I might do a rewrite, glaze over it and edit some things, since when I started, I wasn't at my best.

I was half-assing this story, because I never thought it would get any attention.

And then it did.

I don't write it to be long. I write to enjoy it. And when I was caught up in some drama just because I wrote this book, I realized that I didn't enjoy writing it anymore. I realized that I had fallen out of the Fandom. Not because of the fandom itself, but the people who are in it.

This story isn't going to have your generic stupid ending. Happy endings are for people who want to fantasize that everything is okay.

Everything is not okay, especially not in my head.

People fake. People pretend. Most of all, they lie, and cheat, and steal. The most disgusting thing I've seen a person do is act like they care when they're really just another generic attentionwhore.

I know that I've gotten upset in the past, but that's mostly because some people are idiots who feel the need to spread their misery to others.

I'm supposed to be little-miss-mature, little-miss-rational, little-miss-grown-up.

I am SICK of that. That's all of the expectations I have in every-day life from my parents who expect me to raise my little sister and get straight A's.

Well, here's the punch line.

Got a problem with this story?

Fuck. You. Go bother someone else. I'm not changing it for anyone, because I'm about to pour my heart and soul into writing this. I'm stronger than you. My conviction is purer.

3% of the comments I get are from miserable people. I read ALL of your comments. Trust me on this one. I look at all of them, even if I'm ultimately busy. I have two jobs and babysit almost three kids a day. On top of that, I'm going into grade thirteen. I need to find a good college. I need to make money. I need to be responsible. I need to write, update stories. I need to comfort my gambling-addicted mother. I need to hide from my PSTD-induced angered stepfather. I need to lend them money all the time. I babysit my sister for FREE 90% of the time, for 10 hours at a time.

My bigger message is if you're gonna shit talk, message me. I'll put you in your fucking place and shut you up.

Meanwhile, to those who actually have something nice to say {gasp, it's a wonder!} keep doing so. Support whoever you can, because you seriously make my day. I love the comments I see, and I love seeing your reactions to what I write!

I'll be posting a copy of this at the end, so people see it, and at the beginning.

~ TwistedWhiteRabbit, fully rejuvenated.