There once was a child, an acolyte of faith, a child who believed in the magic of gods, One day, they called out to them, desperate for help, with their determination they stood tall, but the wrong ones came, They reached out to call once again, But nothing happened, standing before them, was a creature of darkness, T...
As Error Sans is on the hunt for this unknown creative person, making the timelines, he comes across someone very unusual.
In a world with a creator, there should be a destroyer. Right? A story in which, Ink Sans created Error Sans. (Ink x Error) Discontinued
Your big brother, Jacob, and you were orphans. Your mother had left you after your father had died, leaving you to be alone. So you two set out, hoping to find a new town or a village that would take care of you. But you, on the other hand, loved stealing things for survival. Sometimes, you broke into people's houses...
There are some things you just can't take back. No matter how many times you reset. After breaking free of Chara's grip, Frisk decides to do one final reset before defeating Sans or proceeding to the throne room. But some memories last longer than others, and broken trust isn't easy to repair. Female, aged-up Frisk. S...
For many years, Frisk never once knew about Valentine's Day. What?!! That's probably what you're thinking. Anyways, Frisk has a huge crush on a certain skeleton who's also crushing on someone else. Will she be able to confess her love to him and live a happy ending? Also...Frisk is a girl in this story ;) UNDERTALE...
Everyone wants to kill you. Basically. In undertale. Well, Underfell. - Warning: Violence and some foul language (Not much tho) - THIS IS MY MOST VIEWED BOOK! YEY! - Since this is my most viewed thing, (Gets professional) I will try to update it a lot. I am also having a lot of fun updating it. I hope you love it as...
Currently in process for a rewrite! The original work will be gone soon so make sure to read it while it last! My oldest brother, Sans often told me the stories of when I was young. Most being about the fun we had, the friends I made, and what he was most proud of me for. He only spoke of the good times, and only...