Soulmates. We all know them. Marked by a tattoo on one's body, to help encounter the person, or people, we're destined to be with. So why in the absolute heck does Sans have nine, and why are they all serial killers?

(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.)

When the monsters get to the surface, Sans gets into a fight with them. After all the genocides, they think Frisk is a good guy! When a killer breaks into Sans's house, he asked them to kill him. Turns out they will become one of the best friends sans will have for a while. And sometimes, all you need is a listener. I do not own Undertale or Creepypastas or Trevor Henderson Creatures Warning-story may mention self harm and suicide

Everyone has secrets. Some are embarrassing, some are stupid, and some shouldn't have to be secrets. And some won't stay secrets for much longer. Hoodedticcimask

Toby was never good at reading people or understanding certain signs -- so of course, he wouldn't be the one to realize when someone actually wanted to return his affections. It usually took more than just a sign for him, but he could be a fast learner sometimes. Sometimes. A TobyxTimxBrian story, cause we need more of these on here. If you like this one, I've written and finished the 'prequel' called Tear In My Heart and a sequel called Glad You Came, so go check that out when you can!