WARNING: THIS CONTAINS HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT (BLOOD, VIOLENCE) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Money can change a lot of things. It can even change your destiny. Plunge yourself into a life of romance, science, disappearance and misunderstanding. ________________ "When you get better, I'd like to kiss you" ... Gaster only wanted to conduct an experiment. He surely didn't want his life to be taken over by weird feelings. He also wanted the only thing he couldn't really have. He wanted you. What will he obtain? Will his research finally be completed? Or will he have to start another one? As for you, will you be able to move on from the past? Words count: 81.390 Also contains mentions of nsfw [Rankings: #1 in #gaster (08/21/2022), #5 in #xreader (08/21/2022)]

"How rude, not even gonna ask for a name??" He teased. "Why are you here?" You glowered, raising the whisk. The skeleton scoffed: "Well, glad you asked sweetums! Name's Sans, Sans the skeleton." - Y/N, a ritzy waitress at Grillby's is plucked from her world of pancakes and Orange juice into the gun-slinging, smoke-breathing lap of one of the most fearsome dons in the city. Escape from him- let alone the King's Service that now hunts her down? I don't think so. **SMUT WARNING TO ALL THE UNDERAGE POTATO PATCH CHILDREN!!** - TRANSLATIONS WELCOME, JUST ASK MY PERMISSION FIRST - #1 in: sansxreader. 10th of May.

The skeleton shakes his head slightly, a boney hand sliding across his skull. "Ah- well- that wasn't free Doll, 'course you'll have to pay me for that..." He trails off, his cocky smirk ever present on his face as he looks you up and down for a mere second, "...little favor." He pinches his pointer finger and thumb together before rubbing them together. _____________________________________ (Y/N) is a bartender that was kept secret from the after hours patrons at the bar she worked at for two years. Her boss not wanting her to associate with the people that would further pull her into a world that she was scratching the surface of just by working there. But after staying just a few minutes later then she was supposed to she stands face to face with a gold toothed smartass with a devilish smirk- his red eyes trained on her every move. ______________________________________ There is cussing but let's be honest- there's cussing everywhere. Also posted on AO3 as clubofsnakes where additional chapters later on will appear there and not here. I was inspired by- @MissHoll-E-Socks with their story "Can I take you to dinner?" NONE of the art is mine.