The Blights. The rich folk of the Boiling Isles. One would think being born to such a family would be akin to winning the lottery, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. How will a teen reborn in such a family learn how To Be a Blight? (SI-OC)

"What?!?!" Seeing nothing in her view, she then opened her eyes that had a blindfold covering around her eyes. Seeing colors appear before her as she saw blue in her view, then feeling sadness from above which made her heart ache. 'Is this... another sense... for my eyes.' Thinking about it, she did not know if any of this was real or not. "Ning'er! Your awake!" Hearing a woman say, she was hugged by the woman when she could not see who they were. "My silly daughter! Why did you jump into that pond?!" Hearing the woman crying, she had no idea who this was. 'W-Where did I end up at?!' Not knowing where she had gone, her mind ran with thoughts since the last thing she could recall was the sound of the bus that she took crashing. *** Time skip... "Are you really fine with a blind woman like me as your wife?" Lin Ning asked the man who had propsosed to her. "How many times have I told you." Wrapping the woman with his single arm, he sealed her lips with his. "Do not ever call yourself a blind woman. You are the woman that I chose out of all of them." "But..." "Do you regret falling in love with this cripple man?" Cutting her off, he did not allow her to finish. *Original Work - Please do not repost or take my work as this is story is not for profit.*

The Undertale Genocide Route is happening, but a new card has joined the deck: Finn, a quiet kid with a love for stuffed animals who falls into the Underground soon after Frisk. At first, it doesn't seem like there's much Finn can do, until they discover their superpower: the ability to transform huge piles of white dust back into the monsters they used to be. It's up to Finn to stop the murders once and for all and free both Frisk and Chara from the control of the player - but will they succeed? Or will they fall prey to the same fate themself... This is my first time writing a story here and I have no idea what I'm doing xDD Criticism is welcome :3 Oh! Also, I made the cover myself. In case anybody was wondering. This is the first book in the little Undertale trilogy I have going on :D If you're interested, you may want to follow up with the second book, UnderAsriel! It may seem at first like it has nothing to do with this but I promise it all ties up in the end, and it's essential to understanding the third book.

Chara has one objective: RESET back to when they themself fell, and save Asriel from his demise. With all the Genocide Runs the now-free Frisk goes on for them, they're able to amass a big enough collection of SOULs to do exactly that. The only problem is, Asriel remembers everything that happened when he was Flowey. And he isn't too happy about it... In this new timeline, Kelsa, the SOUL of Bravery, falls into the Underground shortly after Frisk. Determined to save her only friend, Kel teams up with a mysterious flower with a face to find them and rescue them from Asriel's notorious freezing chambers. Betrayed by many, and uncertain who to trust, Kel finds herself in the midst of an iron-fist dictatorship, fighting to restore the Underground to the peaceful place it used to be. But... all is not as it seems, and there may be things about Frisk that Kel will wish she'd never discovered... Cover art by yours truly :3 This story takes place after the events of Underhappened. You may wish to read that first if you haven't already :D

For years, Papyrus knows, Sans has had nightmares. Horrible nightmares, nightmares that leave him crying in the dark, crippled in the mind, and barely able to function in life. And that's why Papyrus stays so happy, so bright, for Sans, to keep his brother going through the hard times. But when Papyrus starts having nightmares, he knows something is wrong. And even if it means Sans is finally stepping up to fend for himself, even if he's finally once again filling the role of the protective older brother, Papyrus knows that something dark is coming...

It was obvious Gaster wasn't keen on forgiving Jessica. It seemed like every time she tried to apologize, every time she tried to open up, he dismissed her. That was what she would've said back then- But now, It was so clear. The past haunted both of them, and it was time to fix it. That was easier said than done. With their respect for each other shattered, the memories of what had happened lingering, and the pink beast watching their every move, fixing up the past was going to be the biggest challenge they had ever faced. This story isn't complete, despite what I've set it to. It's more of a burden than something fun.

Izuku Yagi is quirkless. The world against him. Stress and neglect gnaw at his psyche, and the abuse from those who should've been at his side pushed him to the brink. But when the breaking of the mind happens, nobody can predict what will occor. He'll trade his old outlook for 3 new rules: Justice will be Blind. Chaos will be divine. The Blade will never die. I will admit, I never would have made this if I didn't see Sad-ist's animations with him, and watched a character study of him. He is a fascinating character in a collection of mediocre ones. With Technoblade now dead, I dedicate this book to him. He was a great inspiration, and a genius with his tactics. He studied the classics, the Art of War, and never knew true defeat. For he knew himself, and he knew his enemy. Now, he fights on, in another place. Edit 23/12/21: How the hell did I get #1 in the Izuku tag?! I'm amazed! : D Edit 7/4/22: #2 in the Techno Tag. Nice. Edit 22/5/22: #1 for the Blade tag. Perfection.

I don't know if I died or not, but the moment I regained my consciousness, I was already standing on a field full of grass and surrounded by trees. "W-what is that...?" A screen was floating in front of me. 「 Welcome, new adventurer! 」 "Adventur...rer?" But..... I'm so small! My body is the size of a 9 year old kid! And I don't even know what the hell happened to me. After I read some information on the screen, I was amazed that the world I was in was like a VRMMORPG. Magic exists and so does the level. "Huh?" When I look at my status, I'm not neither a mage that cast magic nor a swordsman that wields a sword, instead.... I'm a puppeteer! Will I survive in this new world despite knowing that I don't have a place to stay or food to eat? Note: This is more likely in Fantasy. Magic goes bruh broom brr. Also, there is some terms in this stories that is hard to understand like skills, ultimate skill, so read the prologue for that one. Anyways give me a vote y'all Started Serializing on October 9, 2022 and finished: December 28, 2022 [Volume 1]

We all know the story of how Satoru Mikami, the 37-year-old salaryman, died and was reincarnated in another world where he became the most powerful slime in slime history. But... what if he were a little younger. In this fic we will see the story of a high school student Satoru Mikami, aged 17, who while returning home with his best friend ends up being stabbed by a robber. In the moment before he dies, Satoru hears a voice carcastically answering his every word and... well, then you can imagine what happens. What will the journey of Rimuru, the most powerful slime, be like now that his age, experiences and priorities, as well as his sense of right and wrong, are so different?

Charlie wakes up in a strange cave, with a new mask to wear.