⚠️Bottom Dazai⚠️ Part 4 of this series! Dazai's legs trembled as he crossed his legs, one leg over the other. He bit his lip as his eyes glanced at the class's black board to the teacher at the front, chalk in one hand, textbook in the other. He was so going to scream at Chuuya later.

It's a little thing of written stuff about Undertale and it's aus. Some for a day might be short and others might be longer. It'll have angst and fluff or just complete chaos. It'll also switch from human to skeleton, just a heads up there. Also the prompts are made up by me so..yeah. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy this!

Nightmare had found a family. Killer, dust, horror... Error would stop in at times. His closest member was cross. The two were almost never apart. Sure they were the group of bad guys but that doesn't mean they don't feel anything. Now that the gang was settled they focused less on terrorizing the aus and more on each other. Still they had fun at times. With those times came the pests. The star sans'. No matter what they did the group of bright colored skeletons refused to stop their endless journey of ending the misery they had caused. One of the members was nightmares brother. Every time they fought nightmare could see the sadness in his brothers eyes. Maybe this fight would be different... (If someone could link me to the original artist of my title art that would be great)

TWs!!! because I can't seem to tag them for some reason! abuse, mental health issues, torture, mental break downs, manipulation, all that fun stuff. This is NOT a lighthearted story! Nightmare had been alone in his head for the longest time. For 500 years he was able to gain more power, a castle, a gang, and a reputation of one of the most dangerous beings in the multiverse. But when Dream had broken out of stone, someone else made themselves known, someone who should have been dead. OR Corrupted Nightmare is a parasite and Passive Nightmare refuses to die. He does not appreciate the identity theft. Updates when I finish chapters, no more waits. I'll just post them as I finish them. Cross-posted on AO3!

Dream has always been manipulated since before the apple incident. Once Dream got out of stone he has been tricked to be forced into a relationship with the creator (Ink), an abusive partner that uses mental and physical abuse on Dream. Dream brother (Nightmare) was starting to get suspicious of the content abuse that Dream was receiving do his lack of fighting skills in their battles and has order his crew (Killer, Dust and Horror to take a close eye on Dream and Inks relationship.

Frisk had seen everything. Heard every story, but they still have two more questions. What happened to the Man Who Speaks In Hands and how is Sans connected? . . . Perhaps they haven't heard EVERY story. Story made for EpicDunk! If you're reading this, that means I finally reached my milestone of 100 books, heh. Never thought I'd make it this far, so thank you. It's because of you, reading this Description, that I've made it this far. There will likely be more to come. Thank you.

They didn't know how it happened. In a single night, Nightmare woke up in a bed three times as big, and Slenderman woke up in a three times too small. Nightmare expected to have his skeletons. Instead, he got demons and angels and creatures not of the mortal world. Slenderman was expecting his creepypasta. Instead, he got skeletons of the insane nature. These prince's of evil are stuck with each other's respective positions, at least until they find a way to switch back.

Sans didn't wanna die alone. Bleeding and lacking HP, he scraped together the last of his determination to get to Underfell where Red, too, was dying. At least in these last moments, they could be together... forever.

Yeah I'm doing this now. If you want more info go to the first chapter there will be some rules like how to request. Okay? Okay. Let's go! Also take whatever you think is cannon and leave it here because this book ain't about any of that. (Non of the art is mine unless stated otherwise.)

Undertale AU one shots and short stories of varying length. Mostly just written for fun. Requests are open if anyone actually reads this.