COMPLETED Its crack itself and more for entainment purposes....

Nightmare has grown weary of the constant strife between himself and his brother. Every time he manages to fuel the ever-persistent need for negativity in his system, Dream and his friends immediately sap it out of him. So, Nightmare has decided he was done. If they believed the multiverse was better without negativity, he was okay with that. He'd well descended past apathy years ago. (AMAZING COVER DONE BY CALCIUM-CAT.https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/calcium-cat )

Paps has died even though the human chose to be on the pacifist route. How? Sans tries to figure it out, but is surprised greatly at his findings. And what he has become in the process of trying to survive. Art not mine, also this is kinda an in-between thing for another story that's tots famous btw here is the link to it: https://www.wattpad.com/story/109915131-perspective Also part of this story will have some things from comics in there so :/ BE PREPAREEEED Also I don't OWN UNDERTALE XD I don't think anyone that makes this stuff does otherwise it wouldn't be fanfic anymore :P

This will probably be bad, but I don't care, give me your feedback any I'll fix the mistakes. This is my first book, so have fun reading.

its a sans x chara so I just gotta say this...CHANS FOR LIFE#undertale only

Hello!This story is inspired by Cursed_Aki666 Go check them out!

Ever wondered if you were part in the game? not like you got sucked in or got teleported but you were born in the game? Well see what happens when you return to your home and see two faces that thought that they lost you

Frisk resets, but gets a little help from Error!Sans to hack into Chara's files and delete all the routes she made Frisk do, and takes away Chara's fight button. No one remembers anything, not even Sans. And even better, Chara gets her own body and starts with Frisk from the beginning, and all the way to the end, of a pacifist route. Chara and Frisk are both female, and Frisk is 14, while Chara is 16.

One day you wake up in a bed of flowers not remembering much from what happened to you.