Sans the skeleton. Right? A skeleton. But, was he always? Everyone knows that Sans keeps secrets, but how deep do they go? And will he finally come to terms as to what happened in his past, or will his past come back to haunt him? This is a story of a fallen child and those he met on his journey, and how he got where he is today, and like everybody says, the road to success is a traumatic one. Sans-centric :> Angst and fluff will occur ^^ Please don't be deterred by the summary its really bad, I know ;-; And the writing gets better after the first chapter TrUst mE! :'D I try to update every 3 days but no set in stone schedule :3 There will be original characters and I've named all of the fallen children (who are some important people in this fic UwU) This is my first story so I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I love writing them!! :D Undertale characters belong to Toby Fox and the amazing team The mages, the six fallen humans, and the plot belongs to moi :D

*CURRENTLY BEING RE-EDITED FOR BETTER QUALITY* It's been a couple of months since the fight with Overhaul occurred, and things couldn't be calmer. Eri was handling living in UA really well, and everyone was busy working on their studies. The league hasn't made a move since, and mixed emotions were in the air. Some had different feelings towards it, but most were just happy that things finally calmed down. It was especially thrilling for the class 1a students when they heard that some of the top heroes would be joining them for training and to help them. After that, some UA students were able to get out of the school for once and enjoy spending their time together. Everyone agreed that heading to the mall was the best choice, except a couple of the students encountered some stranger people. It wasn't long after a student got captured. Because of All Might, there wasn't any major organized crime gang that was around, except the League, but it was clear that they weren't the ones responsible. The heroes were stumped, and had no idea what to do. But, one hero has an idea that had a better chance in finding the missing student. It revolved in joining forces with someone from the other side... #35 in Teamwork

Ranboo's hand closed around the frantically ringing rotary phone, but only after he lifted the receiver to his ear, he noticed a chilling detail. This phone wasn't plugged in. "H... Hello?" ---- my adaptation of ranboo's project, generation loss! don't take ANYTHING in this as canon to generation loss, i genuinely just wrote it for fun! (tags will be accordingly updated every chapter!) (OFFICIAL reupload from ao3!)

The crowd was loud, the roaring drowning out any other sounds around. They were all cheering for a boy with a helmet. A boy with a helmet that was basking in it all. His arms stretched out wide, jumping up and down to rile the crowd up more. He quickly put his visor up, revealing sharp blue eyes but nothing else. Those eyes were scanning the crowd before him, slightly squinted into a smile. He stomped his foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped his other foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped in a rhythm, the crowd stomping in the same. A loud drumming to a beat that was like no others. A beat that was his. A beat that was for the boy called Cherry Bomb. -or- Tommy is a motorbike racer known the world as Cherry Bomb. He quickly gained popularity along with skill. All he wanted was something to be his, and he got it. Lets just hope his family won't take it away from him. !!!!!!!!NOTICE!!!!!!!! THIS IS NOT MY STORY EVERYTHING GOES TO Blueium ON AO3 ALL CREIDS GO TO THEM.

°{Black Hat is known as one of the most deadliest Villains in the city, running a company that sells inventions to other Villains to aid them against Goldheart.}° °{Though after the Dr Flug and Dementia had to save the city from Mrs Heed's obsession and desire for everyone to love her is, not only is the public more wary about heroes but now are wondering more about Black Hat's team; Dr Flug, Dementia and 505.}° °{But of course this leads to drama.}°

Sans knows a lot about secrets; he hides many. But when old burdens emerge from the darkness, secrets, new and old, put his brother in danger; and what else can a good big-bro do but begin a double life? This decision haunts him, even years after his suit of armor is stocked away and hidden, after his quaint life of depression, puns and resets are set to loop forever, and his part in the war is forgotten... But then, the barrier is broken. And it is quickly realized that this is not the end, but a beginning of something new. Something that feels like dust, blood, and a suit of armor; an old lie to slip into once more. (Currently being completely overhauled! Anything without a chapter title (ex.: chapter 4, chapter 5, etc.) is old and will be re-written!)

Tommy was handed a small flyer in printed in black and white, with the words "POETRY NIGHT - OPEN MIC" splayed across the front in bubbled font. He fumbled with his binder as he took it, eyes wide as he said, "are you sure? I mean, I love poetry and all, but I don't think-I'm not sure-what if I can't write poetry?" Mr. Sam's dark eyes softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Tommy's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Everyone has to start somewhere; every poet, from me to Rudy Francisco, started off without knowing a clue about what we were doing. Tommy, it's not about if you can or cannot write poetry, it's about if you want to." or: The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts.

Tommy dies and go to hell after Dream kills him. Now working for I.M.P Tommy makes some new friends in high places, while also gaining a new family.