Just a heads up not the greatest at creating stories. Anyway you'll be a different reader each time but with a different Sans. I won't upload much but I'll try to upload as much as I can. Warning: there will be smut, kissing, maybe some sexual content, swearing, anything traumatic like abuse, and you being a hybrid reader like a Neko. Also none of the art is mine, all credit of art goes to the artists. So try and enjoy my terrible writing. 😄

⚠️WARNING⚠️: This story was written and published before the first season was fully released! Details and revelations after the pilot episode were not known and this book is based on information known prior to the announcement of S1. ~~~ In your mortal life you were the well known Voodoo Queen of New Orleans during the 20s. You didn't exactly have a side when it came to good and bad... working with dark voodoo and occasionally helping the police, a deal with poor souls here and there, you were pretty neutral. But now you were in hell, known as the Voodoo Queen overlord, fancy title, you had to admit... However your stance on good and bad did stay the same, you didn't kill for territory, you only did what you had to to keep your title and that was that. ~~~ All characters belong to Vivziepop! Y/n belongs to you! If any characters are mine I will say so!

A group of idiots killing people. But what happens if the [h/c] coloured one from them gets a harem? 🤨 but there are lots of twists for the sinner 😱 Created 22.5. 2022 [ on going ]

Y/N is a girl who is running from her past. Her parents are gone, disappeared after an accident. No one helps her and she has no siblings. Her life has been a living nightmare. She gets bullied so much, she runs up to the top of Mt Ebott to cry her worries away. But she trips and falls down into the abyss of the underground... The monsters are still underground but they are nice to all humans who fall. Since Frisk is living down there with all of them. I don't own any of these pictures, unless I tell you. But I'm not that good as other people are, so you might not see my drawings.

Hey its me and I noticed how little Ink Sans x Readers there are so here we go. Your a girl. Your bullies dragged you to the hole to the underground and threw you in.When you got to Snowdin you did a favor for Sans and somthing Unexpected happened.You turn to be cunfused and scared. This contains no lemons and the art for the cover isn't mine I just edited it all rights go to the original owners.Thank you and enjoy! Y/N = Your Name F/C = Favorite Color H/C = Hair Color E/C = Eye color And there might be more so I'll explain it later when I use them if not then go ahead and start reading.

Best ranks: #8 in fanfiction; #1 in undertale; #3 in sans; It was all a dream.....or so you thought.. Edgy: bish how dare u say that was a dreem, it was true af, fite me on dis! *lowvoice* and what im batta do is even more true. *inserts lenny face*

⤷ 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖆𝖚 𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖘 ! ❝ you're blue now! that's my special attack! ❞ ─── 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤, 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 -ˋˏ ✎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! : may contain some triggering themes such as yanderes and depression. © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐀𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞

------➤ 𝙖𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙭 𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 "𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙨." ╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ When a bunch of skeletons gets drop in your home. Turns out to be game characters from a certain fandom you use to be in your cringy phase as a teen ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑‼️ ╰┈➤ ❝ 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚 ❞

If you guys want an AU, you can request it. However, know this, I will not do: -Underlust -Mature Content These are just some fun oneshots that I came up with. (Cover art drawn by me)

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.