(Title = Skeletons; Bad Sanses in Alagaësia) Error, the evil gang, and Blueberry were minding their own business in Outertale when Ink appears, alone. He decides to get rid of them, throwing them into the Void without second thought. When they awake, they're in a strange place with strange magic. A titanic struggle for power is happening all around them, and soon the god-like magical skeletons are wrapped up in the thick of it, fighting wars and forced to take sides. But they, being monsters, are made of magic. And it calls to them... Whispering of the future.. Singing of the past... A new race exists in Alagaësia. But perhaps they, like dragons, must change their ways to avoid the mistakes of the past... While their old Multiverse begins to collapse, sending more and more monsters into Alagaësia.. Forevermore changed.... Look for the sequel, Vanyalíkyn! https://www.wattpad.com/story/222035068?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=FireladyofInk&wp_originator=kncoRAK2KLS7ot1C6fmFvwIUR71770liLYFEEy5GBCban6x8RliNFSM7BA9F%2FWj1t%2Bb87tO5hG2jk2uHaxPAmeYHHJ0FnFZCIEXyjJLNPbEAHTZ9Y6tlGOtwGLpBXGmQ [Eragon #7 ] [Nightmare Sans #7] [Blueberry #1] [Horrorsans #1] [Bad Sanses #1] [Reapersans #2] [Underverse #5] [Alagaësia #1] [Multifandom #33] [Errorsans #16] [Nightmare #28] [Long story #38] [Multiverse #68] [Crossover #794]

( This is the third book to Sans' House Guests, you should go read that and Shadows of Remorse before you read this because you will be confused on what the heck is happening! This is an original crossover story between Undertale and CreepyPasta where Sans is the main character and makes some CreepyPasta friends! I own neither UnderTale or CreepyPasta, I just own this story and crossover idea! Read the first story here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/192345936-sans%27-house-guests-creepypasta-x-undertale ) 17 years. It's been 17 years since Sans had last been heard from, and his old friends and family have grown to accept that he wasn't coming back. They made their mistakes, they pushed Sans out of their lives. It was only fair that he lived his on his own accord. And if Sans didn't want Papyrus to be included in that life, then that was fair. But it doesn't look like either have a choice when their lives clash again.

(This is the sequel to Sans' House Guests, you should go read that before you read this because you will be confused on what the heck is happening! Read the first story here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/192345936-sans%27-house-guests-creepypasta-x-undertale ) After the events over the months, Sans had finally called out to Slenderman and was taken to the mansion, where he would finally find peace with who he was. Surrounded by friends, he was going to be happy finally. Running from the law now, and taking care of serial killers, it was an odd joy for him. But he was still happy, and that's all that matters. However, others from his past lurk beneath their shadows of remorse, and Sans has to deal with more troubles.

The surface was not what Sans thought it would be. Lack of communication skills, communication in general, and social interaction had driven him into a depressed and anxious state of loneliness so deep that it'd take a gang of serial killers to help drag him out and fix his problems. Literally, it took a gang of murderers called CreepyPasta just to set things right. The world acts in funny ways. (REWRITE IN PROGRESS - Be warned, this story is old and is not properly written to handle certain topics regarding mental health.)

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

For the Crossmare anniversary uwu This is a hunger games Undertale crossover because I'm starting to run out of original ideas. --- "I-I dreamed it was m-me... M-My name was p-pulled out." "I know, I know..." He whispered, pressing the smaller's face into his chest. "But it's not real. Your name will only be in there once, they're not going to pick you." "B-But if th-they d--" "They won't Chara, they won't." He closed his eyes, gently rocking his brother in his arms. He could remember having horrible nightmares the day before the Reaping. It happened to everyone. Fear could do just about anything to someone."It won't be you, I promise." "You can't promise s-something like that..." He mumbled weakly. "Watch me." He smiled softly, pressing a kiss against Chara's forehead. The smaller tried to return the smile, but couldn't. "A-And what if you're the one picked?" Cross shook his head softly, rubbing his back. "I wont be Chara, I won't be." "Promise?" He whispered, looking up at him with watering eyes. He nodded, gently wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "I promise it won't be either of us, okay?" "You never break a promise..." "Exactly." --- uwu Cover Credit: Pea_Neko on Pintrest

They first came as individuals, people caught up in the Nuclear blast of Craitown. But people soon realised that the infected numbers were increasing. Cities were swarmed by mobs of what the few remaining survivors dubbed as 'Zombies'. The virus messed with their brains, driving them insane with a crazy instinct to kill. Survivors fled, taking refuge in defended shelters, sticking in groups. But nothing can keep the infected back. No defences. No weapons. No running. With numbers steadily rising and the living population dying out, the world is still no closer to finding a cure. And now people are starting to wonder, is this really the end of the world? DISCLAMER: This book contains horribly OOC characters and I as the author thoroughly dislike this book so don't have high hopes Cover credit: Avri_02 on Tumblr

(I do not own UnderTale. That belongs to the brilliant Toby Fox! I also don't own any of the Sans except for their children, I just own this story and cover art! Be warned, this is Sanscest, so yeah. If you don't like Sanscest but like Undertale, I have classic Undertale stories on my page, so make sure to check me out!) There were rumors. Rumors of monsters in the darkness. Rumors of werewolfs, prowling in the woods, werewolf from legends. They ran the world through the shadows, not humans. And surprisingly, their actually pretty nice, too.

(Y/N) is an eighteen year old millionaire, she lives in a beautiful mansion and has more money than she knows what to do with. It seems like she has everything a person could ever want, but...she doesn't have her parents. She lives in isolation, she hasn't trusted a single soul ever since her parents were murdered. In order to escape her dark past, she moved away from her hometown and into the state of Ohio. Her life became uneventful after she closed herself off from the world... That is, until the monsters were freed from the underground. (Y/N) felt horrible for the monsters when she saw them on the news, everyone was either terrified of them or hated them. When four monsters came knocking at her front door, she couldn't help but let them into her home. Out of the four monsters she meets, one of them impacts her the most. Sans. Sans the skeleton. +++ Pronouns used in this story are she/her :) Disclaimer: None of the art used belongs to me! Completed 11/22/2020

Sans has lived through countless timelines. He's seen the kid make friends with everyone, only to give up in the final moments. He's seen the kid killed, over and over and over again. Sometimes, he'd even done the killing himself. And no one ever remembers. Not even the kid herself. It's an exhausting cycle, one that never seems to end. But there's something different about this run. Another human's fallen down... the kid's sister.