(Y/N) has always had a problem with sleepwalking and night terrors, ever since age 10. As she grew, her night terrors became less frequent - but her sleepwalking became more dangerous. She would wake up several blocks from her house, or sitting in her parent's car, and all efforts to stop the dangerous habit were pointless - she could undo locks, move seamlessly through her home and even hold simple conversations as if she were awake. It was almost as if something was drawing her away from home. One mid-winter morning, a blizzard kicked in, and (Y/N)'s boss insisted that she stay home. She took this as an opportunity to get a short nap in, only to wake up in the deep, snowy forest of Mt.Ebbot, miles from home. With the world spinning around her, she makes her way into a cave to get shelter from the storm, unknowingly bringing herself to the mouth of the Underground. Inspired by the lovely CrusnikRoxas's story, 'Cadaverous', and music by Jack Conte, particularly 'Eat'. Content warning for explicit gore, (self) cannibalism, self harm and sexual content. Cover is temporary. Reader is not Frisk, Chara or Aliza. Can also be found on my AO3, HeyitsSmile.

Red and Blue are soulmates. What happens when one of them forgets that?

{Sequel to: 'Can I take you to dinner?} "Miss me, sweets?" ....... "I... I uh, know this is going to sound terrible but- do I know you?" - A century has passed since the events of Sans' passing and the crowning of (Y/N). With the trials of the afterlife ahead of him and (Y/N)'s battle against Papyrus' conciliations and courting, they both fight their way to each other- but everything is not as it seems as new faces begin to appear above seemingly out of nowhere to wage a war against the affairs of the heart and her kingdom. And with these new faces- will she even remember Sans existed? - **SMUT WARNING TO ALL YE UNDERAGE POTATO CHILDREN!! DON'T MAKE ME GET MY SHOVEL-!! XD**

"How rude, not even gonna ask for a name??" He teased. "Why are you here?" You glowered, raising the whisk. The skeleton scoffed: "Well, glad you asked sweetums! Name's Sans, Sans the skeleton." - Y/N, a ritzy waitress at Grillby's is plucked from her world of pancakes and Orange juice into the gun-slinging, smoke-breathing lap of one of the most fearsome dons in the city. Escape from him- let alone the King's Service that now hunts her down? I don't think so. **SMUT WARNING TO ALL THE UNDERAGE POTATO PATCH CHILDREN!!** - TRANSLATIONS WELCOME, JUST ASK MY PERMISSION FIRST - #1 in: sansxreader. 10th of May.