so I don't see to many horror sans things... or yandere sans that aren't blue. So lets get the basics! Your Y/N. Your an adventurous soul (let's just say that is a soul type and it's goldenish red, so rose gold) you fall down a hole and find a freaky flower. Later you find that a scary skeleton that is a little posses...
In the business of human trafficking, mercy isn't a well known word. You and your crate mate, a child named Frisk, are obidiently waiting to be released to a 'master' when havoc breaks out around you. Guns are fired and you're doing your best to protect Frisk when your crate is pried open by unfamiliar faces. How will...
Bitty! US pap x reader x Bitty! US sans Our two little bitties have been through a lot, so what happens when they meet a human that's hurting just as much as they are? DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BITTY BONES or the lovely art
Warning: things that may trigger such as, self harm, and suicidal thoughts also includes swear words. I do not encourage these actions, stay positive. I also don't do lemons you dirty sinners. The monsters were free and lived peacefully with the humans. You were a 16 year old girl, with a 10 year old brother...
Yeah , i just made Dusttale Sans and Horrortale Sans as twins because they look alike .
WARNING: This fanfiction contains triggering content such as abuse, depression, self-harm, anxiety, panic attacks, and bullying. Y/n has been abused and bullied practically her whole life until one day she makes the decision to run away. She climbs Mt. Ebott hoping to fall and never return back to her abusive parents...
It has been 10 years since the monster broke free from the barrier, and since then monsters and humans live together in peace. But for some reason, monsters have somehow got a mini version of themselves, no one knows how or why it just happened. And for some reason, the skeleton bittys are popular because of their man...
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...