Nightmare found a young child a long time ago. When they fell into a coma it sent him over the edge. several hundred years later the child wakes up in a castle of darkness, surrounded by people, er... skeletons, that they don't know. Now they are being raised by murderers, cannibals, and world destroyers. Oh yeah! And their Uncle is the god of Death. Fun. WARNING (but not really): This story has been known to give people heart attacks and possible death from wholesome cuteness. I am not responsible for said medical emergencies or deaths. Read at your own risk. ~~~~~~ || Few things. 1) The first couple of chapters are going to basically just be Nightmare, but it's for plot reasons. 2) Dream is definitely going to be a little ooc. Don't like it, don't read. This is just for fun. 3) Like I said, this is just for fun. So, updates are when I feel like it. 4) I'mma try to keep the pronouns for (Y/N) gender neutral, but I may just drop that at some point. Depends mostly on what you guys prefer. 5) any art or videos added are not my own unless explicitly stated. Cool? Great. Let's get started.

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. Waking up Underground she makes friends and maybe even a love interest. Will her depression leave due to the new and kind company? Or will it kill her inside out? This fanfic will be a tiny bit of a slow burn. Somewhere between chapters 5-8 will there be some Sans X reader action. Another Note: Feel free to skip the old A/Ns. Undertale by © Toby Fox Cover made by @D3ADBITE

Papyrus is dead. As are over 100 of the monsters in the Underground. Now it was just Chara against Sans in the Last Corridor. Already prepared to die here, Sans fights more out of responsibility than anything else. Simply waiting to die, and that would be the end. At least until next round, right? Unfortunately, Chara has other plans. !!Warning: language is a thing in here **This is MY story from Archive of our Own. I'm copying in here for more people to enjoy**

He killed them all. Dust, down the waters of the the forest it runs, through the veins of the skeletons and the demons that prowl the night. It's the silent enemy, the adversary that slowly chokes and brings down entire armies to their knees. None can oppose it for none have the will or the strength. And it is the dust that emerges from the mouth of a mountain that overlooks a city, the dust that creeps and crawls through the forest and down the alleyways. It is the dust that wraps its bony hands around the throats of the damned ignorant enough to walk the streets, squeezing until the last heartbeat thrums. You are a detective in this city, a quaint area with little crime and a police force hopped up on Dunkin Donuts. But when a string of murders plagues the town, you are thrown on the case following cold leads and an ominous trail of dust. But one night, when you catch wind of a scream and follow it through the dark, you find a skeleton and the rest is history.

The monsters were freed from the under ground. The humans are racist toward the monsters but the leaders of the human race have decided to restrict any human or monster to harm another to prevent another war.

(Adult Lazarus here - I wrote this when I was like 14 years old. Forgive me.) Sometimes life gets to the point where you feel like you're a paper airplane. One minute you're soaring, feeling as if nothing could ever get you down. But then the next thing you know, you're falling slowly and nothing that you can do can possibly help you. You end up falling and crashing into whatever's below you and the heights that you had once reached. Then it starts all over again - becoming a vicious cycle. Someone picks you back up and throws you, making you soar yet again. But then they watch as you fall, not stopping you or saving you from the hard impact you meet with the ground. The process repeats itself over and over and there's no way you can stop it. After all, you're made of paper - you're delicate, fragile. You're thrown, you soar, you fall, you're picked back up, then it happens all over again until you break - becoming bent and broken from your head to your toes. Until you crash so much that you're ruined - then you're thrown away. At those times, you know that you at least have one person who will fix you. He calls you his queen, as any king would whilst in power of the empire you both strive to build together. This person is your home - your empire. - #6 in Quotes [03.12.21] - #2 in Sans [10.21.21] - Undertale does not belong to me. - Artwork/Music does not belong to me. - Also, I apologize for any of the spelling errors. I type quickly and so I do not really realize if I misspell a word or two. Sometimes I do go back and edit out the mistakes with spelling and such.

Why don't you read and find out? *eyebrow raise*

This is my first story i ever wrote on here. But hey, it should be alright. It's a story about this adorable skeleton from undertale. A love story, to be exact. I hope you enjoy it.

18+ ⚠️warning nsfw⚠️This story is not mine!!!!! All credits goes to Sammy cipher/alphatalelioness got the comic from I am not stealing it just spreading the word of this awesome comic

Hi guys! First of all I should mention that the story pic isn't mine and of course Fellswap belongs to its original creator. A young hiker, Y/N gets lost and accidentally falls into a pit while stumbling in the dark. She wakes up to find herself in a whole new world that was never spoken of before except in children's stories. That's when she stumbles upon Barb (aka Mutt) and makes her first friend in the underground! But other monsters that live here aren't so welcoming.