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...
*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...
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 jus...
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. Thos...
°{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 w...
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 d...
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...
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.