Sans has lived through countless timelines. He's seen the kid make friends with everyone, only to give up in the final moments. He's seen the kid killed, over and over and over again. Sometimes, he'd even done the killing himself. And no one ever remembers. Not even the kid herself. It's an exhausting cycle, one that never seems to end. But there's something different about this run. Another human's fallen down... the kid's sister.

[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 are an emotopath meaning you can feel emotions and a very strong one at that so felt more than emotions. Your parents were horrible to you and the students at school were no better. At the beginning and end of every day you would go to the tree, 'your' tree. Sitting in it not knowing someone else was there, and like the song goes you might end up k-i-s-s-i-n-g.

(Adult Lazarus here - I wrote this when I was like 14 years old. Forgive me.) Sometimes life gets to the point where you feel like you're a paper airplane. One minute you're soaring, feeling as if nothing could ever get you down. But then the next thing you know, you're falling slowly and nothing that you can do can possibly help you. You end up falling and crashing into whatever's below you and the heights that you had once reached. Then it starts all over again - becoming a vicious cycle. Someone picks you back up and throws you, making you soar yet again. But then they watch as you fall, not stopping you or saving you from the hard impact you meet with the ground. The process repeats itself over and over and there's no way you can stop it. After all, you're made of paper - you're delicate, fragile. You're thrown, you soar, you fall, you're picked back up, then it happens all over again until you break - becoming bent and broken from your head to your toes. Until you crash so much that you're ruined - then you're thrown away. At those times, you know that you at least have one person who will fix you. He calls you his queen, as any king would whilst in power of the empire you both strive to build together. This person is your home - your empire. - #6 in Quotes [03.12.21] - #2 in Sans [10.21.21] - Undertale does not belong to me. - Artwork/Music does not belong to me. - Also, I apologize for any of the spelling errors. I type quickly and so I do not really realize if I misspell a word or two. Sometimes I do go back and edit out the mistakes with spelling and such.

(Sans x Reader Slow burn. Cover drawn by me :D) They made it to the surface. Again. But how long will it last? Frisk made a promise.... But how long will they keep it? Sans is unsure, and anxious; depressed. A smile with sad eyes as usual. Then he meets y o u. Heh.. Did you really think you would change anything? H i m ? T h e m ? Did you really think you were special? Just because you "cared" ? Ha! Since w h e n ? Just like that you suddenly 'can't afford not to care anymore'? Just because you gave l o v e instead of gaining L . O . V . E . HA! L i a r. I know the truth Y/n.. But do you know it yourself? And how about you r e a d e r s ?

It had been a couple months since your little sister went missing. Guess how surprised you were to see her on the news with the headline "Young Girl Helps Monsters Escape". When you meet the friends she made in the underground you can help but to love all of them, especially a skeleton with a love for puns and stars. Sorry I'm not that good at summaries X3 This is my first story so please tell me if I misspelled anything. I view frisk as a female so I apologize if you view them as male or both.

You were walking on Mt.Ebott, when suddenly - you fall down a hole! You wake up there with no memory but your name, age and birthday (that might change, though...).

This is a collection of chapters from my [Sans x reader] fanfic, Can You Hear Me? but from Sans perspective. Before reading this, I suggest you take a look at the main story, as this one will be based on the votes I get for the different chapters and probably won't make sense otherwise. It's been a few years since the barrier was finally broken by a human named Frisk, finally releasing the monsters back to the surface. They were all settling down well, finding jobs, learning about the surfaces history, and integrating themselves in the new culture that had started since their appearance. That's what most monsters were doing, anyway. Sans was a different story. Though he was happy everything had worked out in the end, and that the monsters were back on the surface, he was having trouble finding anything that really interested him up there. But that suited him fine, he thought, as long as everyone else was happy. That is, until he met (y/n). By some chance, Mettaton had been working with the rising star (y/n) Heir, and by another coincidence, dragged her along to one of the get togethers the gang had at Papyrus' house. That's the night everything changed for the group of friends that rallied around Frisk, and, that's also the night things got a lot more interesting for Sans on the surface. (Disclaimer on the cover: this is simply how I, the author, imagine (y/n) Heir. When I draw her, this is simply the design I use. Feel free to imagine her however you like, as this is a Sans x reader)

*Discontinued* This is the original version of Can You Hear Me? in it's unedited form. Monsters were back on the surface! But not everyone was happy with the change... though you aren't one of those people! Happy as a (relatively) popular singer, you were oblivious to the growing discontent. That is, until you met Mettaton's friends! The eventful evening changes your life in more way then one, but where you'll end up you don't know just yet. P.S. I do not own Undertale! If I had to give this story an age rating I'd say maybe 14+ or PG 13 I do use swearwords, there is violence, and there may be topics some people aren't as comfortable with. Of course nothing is stopping you from reading, just do so at your own discretion and know I've given you fair warning.

"Do you think even the worst person can change, that everyone can be a good person, only if they just try?" -- If you want to read a good book, go on my account and read chat logs. This one is shitty -- Justice. That's the trait of you, (Y/N). The 6th soul fell into the underground. She wasn't alone though, she had a husky, as white as snow to accompany her on her journey. Struggling to find the right path, she makes friends with a whole lot of monsters. This is the story about the 6th soul. [ TRIGGER WARNING ] [ HEAVY LANGUAGE ]