sorry for the cringe and this my first book enjoy

Its hard to find love in the underground. The only love is capital and thats Level Of ViolencE. Sans doesnt want that one. He was the small one. The one where he could hold someone without getting killed. The one where they cared. Its hard though. After all, death is right around the corner. "S-Sweetheart d-dont l-l-leave m-me a-again!" The masochist like skeleton hiccups. Blood red tears ran down his face. He grips her arms tightly. Each death rammed him hard. Each time a new flower had grown. Each time he had to carry her through the same obstacle. "S....Sans...? Can you... smile for...me?" The skeleton was careful with his claws as he gripped her arms. He let out a struggled smile. "I-Im smiling f-for you s-sweetheart...." She lets a soft smile graze her lips. Even in time of death, she smiled a true smile. "S-sweetheart... D-dont leave me.... Please... I... I love you sweetheart...." she mumbled something to him that he couldnt make out. "What w-was that sweetheart?" -Start-

you fell down a whole and saw a flower and a goat and her plans weren't what you were expecting.

Y/N is flirting with Fell an awful lot~ what happens next~?

You're a human that has fallen into Mt. Ebott on the year where all humans dress as monsters...Halloween. So how will the monsters know if you're a human or not?

Description: Once a long time ago, the multiverses were doing what they would normally do and were getting along just fine. Suddenly, it changed. Y/N L/N fell along with their parents into the Underground. In this world, it's LOVE or love.

Best ranks: #8 in fanfiction; #1 in undertale; #3 in sans; It was all a dream.....or so you thought.. Edgy: bish how dare u say that was a dreem, it was true af, fite me on dis! *lowvoice* and what im batta do is even more true. *inserts lenny face*

Hope you enjoy reading this

You were afraid. For the first time in your life, you were truly afraid. You weren't afraid of the never-ending darkness that had now consumed you. You weren't afraid of the monsters underneath your bed. You were afraid of the flowers.