A box has been left at your doorstep. thinking that someone must've given you the wrong mail, you take it inside and wait for someone to come by and claim it. When a week pasts, you're torn between opening it to see whats inside or return it to its sender-The problem? There is no return address. so you open it while expecting the worse. Safe to say that you are delighted to see that its just dolls. Skeleton dolls with nametags sewn on their leg. now, what would you do if these dolls suddenly start waking up one by one? becoming more realistic and more life like? how are you going to explain this to your best friend? Average word count: 3000 to 4000. Published: July 9, 2019.

You are Y/N L/N and this is your world. This story isn't particularly full of fluff. It's not meant to be happy go lucky. It's not meant to be some perfect world. This story is about family. So if you can handle all the ups and downs that come with it, well you're welcome to I guess. This was our world and we are going to live.

You were a human who had made mistakes in your life, but then again who hadn't. Your mistakes however led to you barely scraping by, pinching every penny to afford food and rent. Until a chance encounter with a skeleton in a grocery store gives you the opportunity of a lifetime. He says his roommates fight over everything; Cooking, cleaning, shopping, yardwork, ect. So, what if they hired you to do all those things? That would stop all the fighting, right? You can't turn it down for the kind of money that there offering to pay you. besides, it isn't like monsters are actually dangerous right?

With you constantly fighting to get by whether it's dealing a sleazy boss, a landlord that apparently hates your guts or struggling in the ghetto parts of town; you find yourself getting fed up with it all. One night to drink away your misery sounds like a good idea.. right? You honestly weren't surprised to find that trouble was hot on your heels once again or in this case, well, okay it was your fault this time. Who knew you, someone who was convinced that you didn't need anyone, was willing to put aside your hermit ways to protect two heavily abused Bittybone. With a target now on your back, it's up to you to figure out how to get out this mess and keep your two new companions safe.

It has been 10 years since the monster broke free from the barrier, and since then monsters and humans live together in peace. But for some reason, monsters have somehow got a mini version of themselves, no one knows how or why it just happened. And for some reason, the skeleton bittys are popular because of their many different versions. You are a 19-year-old girl who lives in New York City in your apartment the problem is that you're all alone( if you're wondering if your family is alive, you just live far away from them), you have a small dislike for people. You wish you could get a Bitty to hang out with it, but the problem is that it costs a good amount of money. So you could never get one or so you thought until one day you find a strange box. This is my first time posting here so I hope you enjoy it! Also note there is some swearing. Note the cover does not belong to me. It came from https://undertale-au-fanon.fandom.com/wiki/Bitty!_Sanses By The Edit Lord Also I do not own any of the characters. Undertale belongs to Toby Fox.

As everything fades black, you stop thinking. It's over, it's actually over. Until it isn't. You never thought you'd get isekai'd into the anime of my hero academia, yet here you are. Though, something feels off. Why do you have paws?? Hey! This Fanfic is inspired by the fanfictions: Changing history ( by summerblack, Quotev) and A cat's life ( by AsteryWys, Wattpad). It's my first story and English isn't my first language, so sorry if it's not the best! Warning: this fic will contain spoilers of the manga. Best rankings: #11 in class1A #2 in Aizawa #5 in MHA #2 in BNHA

Due to tight housing conditions on the surface, Sans accepts a desperate, last minute offer to shack up inside of this old radio station in the mountains temporarily. It's a bit of an awkward fit, but it's a roof and Sans isn't going to couch surf with Paps anymore now that he and Grillby are official. He'd like to keep the image of his brothers innocence, thank you very much. And Sans honestly didn't realize how much of a steal he got. The building is perfectly reserved. There's this old radio room that Sans swears is full of vintage, classic 1900's shit. Of course it doesn't take long for the part time stand up comedian and part time scientist to throw on the old equipment and see if he can take a crack at it. What he doesn't expect is some jolly, charismatic dick to be on the other receiving end once it's up and running. --- Undertale X Hazbin Hotel, centered around Sans and Alastor.