Cover image made by me. Someone meets their end too soon and meets someone who gives them another chance to live a more fulfilling life. One that they would enjoy despite the problems that may come along. In other words, reader becomes Error.

20 year old (Y/N) is no ordinary human. About five years ago she was taken from her universe by Ink, a Star Sans who creates and protects AUs. He claims that she's different from other humans, an immortal being with special abilities, but (Y/N) doesn't believe him. Despite her doubt in him, Ink treats (Y/N) like his younger sister and she loves him like the family she never had. They live in a house together in the Doodlesphere where Ink protects her with his life, determined to keep her safe. She is friends with just about everyone from all AUs and travels with Ink whenever he goes to one. There's only one place Ink doesn't take her. The anti-void. Why? She has no clue. Heya lovely reader!! I hope you enjoy this story, I'm SO hyped for it! Pronouns used in this story are she/her :) Disclaimer: None of the art belongs to me!

- • x BLOOD AND GORE WARNING x • - Error stops, Where is everyone? It's so empty here... walking through the ruin halls he found nothing. no one, not even a whimsun. Perhaps this is a Dusttale AU, it must be! Error thought as he finds himself in Toriel's basement, there was nothing, not even dust or corruption. walking out into what is now Snowdin town.. wait, that fast already? That was new. A snap and rush. why is everything so different now? ----- A rush of panic waves through Nightmare's brother, how unusual. Nightmare takes the gang to this AU, knowing Error is here. he looks around looking for the said emotions, not feeling any in the area was wrong. No one was here. a rush of panic, fear and guilt calls to him and he runs towards it. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?! ----- Credited to Harrish6, who's account is found on ao3, FanFiction. Net, And Wattpad. I do not know if they are on quotev, but I've found them on those platforms. They're still continuing their stories, and everyone credits them for the inspiration of creating the forced god part of the undertale fandom. I've ranked 1 in #fgoderror #sans and #Harrish6 I've ranked 10 in #undertale A big achievement on me! I'm so proud of myself and thank you for everyone reading this book and getting this here. (I don't remember the dates T-T but I published this fanfic at the start of September so it was around September-October of 2020.)

Aliza has created another reset only this time she isn't facing the horror house alone. He older sister has joined her, however her older sister doesn't seem to be able to show fear. What would happen when Sans meets her? How is she there? *Art and alternate Sanses or undertake universe I guess, belong to their rightful owners!*

Gone. In a single moment, in the blink of an eye, everything you have ever known or cared for is eradicated. Hopes and dreams, traditions and stories that date back centuries have been erased without thought or care. Nothing matters and no one will ever live again to pass on the memories and stories of what was lost. Except you. You are the anomaly, the glitch that survived when all else could not. When your universe was destroyed, you found yourself stranded, alone, afraid in a white world without end. But there's little time to rest when you discover that your universe was merely a grain of sand on a much bigger ocean. Whole other worlds thrive in different plains of existence, and they're all going to war. In a desperate power-struggle for the upper hand, you find yourself an unlikely ally. The future seems certain, chaos will win and the universe will be plunged forever into violence and bloodshed. And it will take a lot more than a miracle to win.

"If you like someone for a reason then you have a crush But if you like someone for no reason then you are in love." Chara and (Y/N) were the Queens Of Crime in the town of Duran. They were the best duo that ever existed, but what happens when (Y/N) runs into a certain monster mafia during a bank robbery and a smiling skeleton takes a liking to her.

(Y/N) is a local jazz singer at Later's Nightclub. While singing she meets some monsters, and it all turns crazy.

Peace is was all there is now in the multiverse. Both sides of the balance, the Yin and Yang, finally made a truce after eons of dust and blood scorching the battlefields. The so-called "Bad guys" were adjusting to their new lives after basking in the dark of the night of abandonment and pain. Error had been asked a question he, oh so wished no one would ever ask, by a resident of a secret sanctuary that was never known from either sides only by error himself. "You were a Geno once, weren't you?" His past had never crossed his mind, nor does he want to remember any of it ever again. He was content with his new life, he can finally live freely 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 worries! He tried to ignore his past for as long as he could, until he remembered... • • • Where are you? D E A T H . . . ? Cover not mine, nor was it created for me. Cover Art by Nozapuns on Tumblr. Characters belong to Respective owners, Story is mine and characters, unless stated, is NOT mine! Short story warning!~ please enjoy, unfriendly comments to me, the book or other users WILL be blocked! :3 . . . . . . Author's Note; ...Quite frankly the only good book I wrote back then, just felt that it was rushed and wanted to give this story a more satisfying story.

The Dream's off other universes formed a team to keep every multiverse in balance after learning from there mistakes and how they have neglect there tasks as guardians of positive they started to redeem themselves to either save or destroy if necessary... Find out what the Dream squad might be doing to the next upcoming chapter in there story Art and story isn't mine I just remade it from the original credits to the them including the person who made the art

Idk what to put here. Dnf. There will be trigger warnings, however I won't be putting trigger warnings for cursing. Tw's: Drinking Death Violence Guns Knives Hospital Suicide Homophobia Smut