I just want you guys to know that this is my first story on Wattpad, and yes Chara and Frisk are both girls. If you don't like it, then leave. I worked a lot on it and I'm still working on it. This story is actually one of my many stories that I have written in my personal time and I just wanted to share this one with you guys and this story was also written when I had to do it on my schools computer so I couldn't put anything *chuckles* 'kinky' in it. But since I have graduated from my high school, I can still access this and many of my other stories from my school account, so there Will be some lemons in the story Be warned! But you can skip it when it says: (*Lemon Start*) and you can skip to when it says: (*Lemon Stop*) So without a further a due, let's begin!!😁😁😁 This story is about a boy named Y/n and he has heard of the legend about Mt. Ebott and the rumors about it. Most people believed that they were lies that parents would tell their kids when they misbehave and stuff like that. But Y/n wanted to prove to everyone that he could go to Mt.Ebott and come back to tell the tale. So he climbed the mountain and once he reached the top, he got a little ballzy and tried to look down the hole and instead he ends up tripping on a rouge vine. I do not own Undertale!! It belongs to none other than Toby Fox, and You belong to you!

The beginning of the end. Or the end of the beginning? An epic story on the scale of the entire multiverse! The backstory to that very same story from Shorts.

"How can Cupid... how could you be so cruel?" I curse lowly. Who could have imagined something like this happening to me? It had been so long since everything happened, but somehow the pain in my heart never left. The memories starts to flashback into my mind as I start to process what is happening in front of me, and why my past heartbreaks are all gathered at the same place. Nightmare, my childhood friend and first love. My first ever heartbreak. I tend to find him in everyone I have loved. He was cold and unpredictable but he was also warm and considerate at times... He was complicated but I loved all of him. Error, the one I chased over and one I was not willing to give up. He stood up from the rest and gave color to my world. All my poems were dedicated to him and him alone. Dust, possibly my other half. He felt like my soulmate. Everything about him made me feel like we were meant for each other. We shared the same interests about everything but I was wrong about one thing. We didn't share the same feelings. His heart belonged to my best friend. Killer, a flirty guy who people often rumored as the playboy. Most girls had fallen in love with his charm and personality. I was one of those unfortunate ones who fell right into his trap. But I... I saw something in him that other people couldn't see; there was something beneath those sweet grins. Horror. My comfort. My home. The one who filled the gap. The one who I think of every little nice thing. I love him so much to the point where I feel like the pain that would come with it would be worse than death. It had to be avoided. Cross. I was always drawn into him. He was my best-est friend. The one who I can count on everytime. The shoulder I can lean to when needed. The one who made me feel like I am the best thing that ever happened in his life. He was perfect while I am just... me. So why did I have to see them again? Why now? Love is not something I want to go through again... never again. <\3