After much research and theorizing, I've decided that I'm going to attempt it. It's risky, but I'm so desperate at this point that I'm willing to put my own well being on the line. If I survive, this may just turn out to be very... interesting. This is my thoughts on the origins of Sans and Papyrus, as well as their connection to Gaster. It will be connected to the ZanaTale timeline (or, in otherwords, my Sans x Reader fanfic "When Two Souls Meet"). Loosely inspired by the HandPlates AU by Zarla. Awesome cover image by Dweebycake.

[RELEASE DATE: AUGUST 1RST] A rewrite of Silent Tears- which never really went anywhere anyways. Reader is my OC, June. Sorry if it bothers you, but #Sane is my otp. --- June Windslow was... Interesting. With an interesting life, and beleifs. Overall, just plain different. One day she woke up on a bed of bright golden flowers. She figured she must have hit her head hard, because she couldn't remember who she was. --- My first fanfic! I hope it's ok ._. I've been told I'm an ok writer, so this shouldn't be too bad. Well, I hope it's at least uh.. Not overly cringy.

[THIS IS A SEQUEL TO MY OTHER FANFIC "WHEN TWO SOULS MEET!" If you haven't read it, I would highly suggest it--the story won't make much sense otherwise.] Sans has finally found someone he can trust--Frisk's sister, the eighth fallen human. After months of step-siding and awkward interactions, the two are finally a couple. Things are slowly falling into place--there are no more resets, and Chara and Flowey have been a lot more quiet in the last few months. But things can't stay this way... can they? Note: The story was put on hiatus early on, and updates are now very sporadic. Despite that, it's still a labor of love!

You worked for the newspaper, doing a simple editing job and a few other things here and there. Ever since monsters came out of the ground, though, rent has sky-rocketed for you. You thought you could deal with it, but after a few months you need a roomie to help with the rent. Which, fortunately, you got one! But, unfortunately, you're too awkward to fucking deal, man. And this skeleton just laughs at you for it. -this fic has lots of cussing in it, and is a slowburn!- -if you have any suggestions of drabbles i should write for the story, comment!- all gaster!sans fics are way too serious to my liking on here, so I made more of a slice of life/comedy fanfic! hopefully this will go well HOOWEE Cover art by junkpilestuff on tumblr!! Best ranks: Undertale: #39 (out of 1000+ stories) Gaster Sans: #2 (out of 94 stories) Sans x reader: #8 (out of 595 stories) Sans: #28 (out of 1000+ stories) Slice of life: #22 (out of 1000+ stories) Reader insert: #68 (out of 1000+ stories)

[DISCONTINUED] Dancing was in you the very moment you were born. Sure, no one else in your family could dance, unless you counted your nut of an older brother, but you found happiness and confidence with yourself through dancing. Since your early youth, you've joined the local dancing club and have taken up private lessons to tone your style, so you were well-known within the dancing industry. Now, it's that time of year again when competition becomes intense and everyone is on end about winning and losing. You, my lovely reader, have been trained all your life to be a solo dancer and you were the best. Only this year, there would be a slight change in line up, after all, monsters came in not too long ago. Who knew that they could dance as well as they could? A/N: Hey, you guys! This story is going to be more logical, so expect it to be a little slow in the beginning! I advise you read at least two parts before deciding to stop reading because the first part is mostly there for laying background information! That's basically why there's hardly any mentioning of monsters, so bare with me as you read through! Anyways, thank you for considering and I hope you enjoy! <3 BTW, THE COVER ART IS NOT MINE.

Hello. I'm [Y/N] [L/N]. I grew up with my father. My mother has died when I was about 5. My father always blamed me for her death. And in each second, I'm starting to blame myself, too. My mother died in a car accident. She was just driving me to a my favorite restaurant; [F/R]. It was dark, and my mother couldn't see very clearly. It all happened so fast. When we got hit by a truck-- A small one--my mother wrapped her arms around me, keeping me safe. And the next day, it's when it started. My father started abusing me, giving me cuts and bruises. I always wore long sleeves then, too. I cut my arms, and it doesn't hurt. Not even one bit. My cuts aren't as bad as my life. One day, when I was out of hope, I ran away. 'Yup. I ran away. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to have a new life. I lived in the alleys two days, and I still kept cutting my arms. But in the alley, was someone, a demon if you will. He grabbed me and tried to do it. But when my hopes fully drained, someone saved me. And I never knew this person would change my life. [Note: Slow updates.]

(Y/N) was a monster, no mistake about that. Well, actually, a lot of other monsters thought she was a human. After all, she did look human. Yet, she was able to convince.... most of the monsters that she was in fact, one of them. A few of them still would mistake her for one and one monster, in particular, wouldn't stop trying to 'hunt her down so that she could be taken to the capital'. Still, (Y/N) loved "Home", as she belonged there much more than she belonged to the human world. Yet, ever since Frisk, the Fallen Human, showed up, things started to act strange. It felt as her memory had been... "restarted" and she was going through the same thing over and over. Not only that, but Sans started to act strange... and she was determined to figure out why.

The monsters have finally made it to the surface and have been legalized to roam the surface as they please. The first couple of months have been spent as a paradise where humans and monsters have lived in peace and happiness. But as we all know, humans tend to be afraid of what they don't understand and the appearance of the monsters only seemed to have fueled the rising tension. You are a member of one of the biggest clubs that support the monster's appearance, known as the FMC (For Monsters Corporation). There is a rival club, known as the DM (Destroy the Monsters) that only wants to exterminate the existence of the monsters, and with every passing day, conditions only seem to be getting worse. Determined, you try to make things right and equal for all beings, but things start to alter when you meet with a certain skeleton. And with this certain skeleton, you, dear reader, reveal your biggest, most valuable secret...your little "defect". •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• COVER ART IS NOT MINE, I ONLY EDITED IT OUT FOR MY COVER. UNDERTALE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, IT BELONGS TO TOBY FOX. I am simply writing this for the sake of my imagination, as well as for the entertainment of others. Thank you.

Ever since you were little, you dreamed of being on stage and dancing to your hearts content. You were determined to get where you wanted. All spot lights on you, people cheering and clapping as your feet swept across the stage. You were so close. 1 day away and you would have all of your dreams come true. Then everything was lost when the plane you was on crashed. You lost all feeling in your legs and lower body. So now, instead of living up to your dream you promised yourself would come true, you watch from a balcony. Instead of dancing like you wanted to, you got the complete opposite. Now all you can do is watch the monsters dance on what was to be your stage. ---- "You can dance. I can cry." "So let's make a tear jerking performance." ----

Out of all the years you've been alive, no one has suffered more than you have. You always wondered why everyone else was so happy. Weren't they unhappy sometimes? Miserable? Falling apart? You've lost everything. Your parents, your siblings, your friends, your love for life. No one understood what you were going through. No one. Turns out, this skeleton knows everything you're going through. The stitches over his eyes shows his pain and his crooked smile shows the deep emotional scars. Sometimes, there is even more underneath all of the pain. Don't you agree? Stitches aren't the only thing you have to watch out for now. It's the unbearable feeling of agony. And it's caused in more ways than one. Are you really sure you're the one suffering now? ---- "Darkness is my only friend." "Why do you think I keep these stitches over my eyes?" ---- A/N: The Understitch AU was created by me. This story is like a tour of my AU, but put into a story form. Enjoy!