You killed Sans, Frisk resets, you're falling. But you aren't alone. "You remember" The sequel to My One and Bonely! (MOAB) If you haven't read it I HIGHLY suggest you do BEFORE reading this one! -I unfortunately will not be updating this story for the foreseeable future. If you read it, thank you. If not, I understand. Thank you so much for the support on MOAB and LOT. It means a lot to me Cover by Little_Cherry_Panda

*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.

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)

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.

My first story. It's a sans x reader fic, so don't judge too harshly. Also I have some bad pacing issues, but I hope yall will ignore them. Anyways on with the summary! You see monsters everywhere. All of theme unique and friendly. You ask "how could anyone hate them?" When you save one of them, you're life takes a drastic turn.....for the better. Highest rank: #16 in Undertale (June 2020)

It was just a normal Saturday. (Y/N) was playing Undertale for the millionth time. She was obsessed. (Y/N) had played all of the routes. True Pacifist, No Mercy/Genocide, Neutral. She experimented with killing certain characters doing different things. Then, as (Y/N) started a new game, she felt a falling sensation, as if she just fell out of her chair. She blacked out soon after. When she woke up, she was lying on a bed of golden flowers. She knew this place. (Y/N) was in the game. She had taken the place of Frisk and was in the Underground. •Disclaimer I do not own Undertale. It belongs to Toby Fox. I do not own you. You own yourself. I do not own the cover or any of the pictures that will show up in this book• *If you're reading this as a guy please just change the pronouns to he/him/his. I find if a lot easier to just put female pronouns. Thanks! :3 *

The only way to the top in this world, this world born of war, born of death, the only way of ascension? ...is to become someone you don't want to be. And so I've got to break a promise. Because I've got a job to do. And there's no-one who's going to keep me from it. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ How can something so enticing have such awful side affects? All the itching and the scratching from withdrawl keeps me out of check, I am fixated on all of the things that we were together, but those are fragments that are better off lost forever. (Crystalline- Gumi English)

A touch of a hand, A longing embrace, A whimsical kiss, A one night's stand. ~*~*~* She's a masterpiece, and... she's mine. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (Somewhat borrows concepts from Echotale's version of Gaster!Sans.) (Female reader insert.) (Swear Warning, as well as, though there will be no lemons, there is chance, and high likelihood, of steamy moments.) (He's a skeleton, what do you want from me, you necrophile.)

You were working with Alphys in the lab in Undertale when chaos strikes! In a freak accident, concentrated determination is mixed with an unnamed concoction and blow you through a dimensional rift. When you reawake, you find yourself in what seems to be the beginning of Undertale once again. Upset but not overly surprised, you make your way back to Alphys's lab... Only to find her lab assistant is no longer you! Working with Alphys now is a tall, punkish skeleton with two cracks in his skull and a snarky attitude. As they help you find your way home, will you find more than that? *I DO NOT OWN UNDERTALE OR GASTERTALE!!! I WISH I DID BUT I DO NOT! THIS IS JUST A FANFICTION!!*

Press your fingers together, zip your lips shut, and throw away the key. Once it's time to be free, go fetch that golden key and speak. Unless someone stole your golden key and threw it in the depths of the Black Sea; your nightmares and worst fears. ---- "Even if it kills me a second time." ---- The series- First book: "Lost in Despair" -Finished Second book: "No More Time" -Currently writing Third book: "Can't Hang On" -Work in progress