(Book 2 of my "Welcome Home, Serial Killer" Rewrite! Read that or else this won't make any sense to you!) Now, in a new home, with a little girl and a (probably) not mentally stable boyfriend, Sans was on his way to a new life. It was finally time to live for himself. Oh, and... several serial killers were his roommates. It was inconvenient, but they made it work. Now only if they could raise her to not be crazy like they are. Book 1: Welcome Home, Serial Killer Book 2: Daddy's a Serial Killer Book 3: Just me and my serial killers

Sans wasn't fine. Certainly not after watching that. Not after that. Watching a murder, becoming paranoid and jumping when he even passed some trees, he was losing it. Sans was falling down into a pit of despair and even Papyrus couldn't save him. Until, well... He meets someone. Who has been through the shitty game of life before. And they'd be damned if they let him become what they've turned into. And they seem to know more than they're letting on. Is it just PTSD? Or is it something else? (Sans' House Guests rewrite, same premise but completely different events! Crossover between Undertale and Creepypasta (and Ticci Toby because technically he's not a CreepyPasta anymore)). Book 1: Welcome Home, Serial Killer Book 2: Daddy's a Serial Killer Book 3: Just me and my serial killers