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...).

Frisk is being bullied at school. The mom instincts of Toriel, Sans and Papyrus are kicking in. [ aka #protectfriskyfrisk2016 ] * Completed as of 4/20/17.

I dont even know what i'm doing. I just love sans and stuff...... fuck my life what even is this Its a "love" story (ew) including frozen spagetti and bad puns i guess and flowers..... maybe idk

Reader is a little mentally unstable so you are sent to a high school for the gifted and talented which just has to be the only high school enrolling monsters at the moment but monsters have been underground so long they have to learn all the new things right? Right?? Takes place around the end of the school year and it's your senior year.

After falling down Mt.Ebbot, you find yourself in Snowdin, a small town in the UNDERGROUND where two skeleton brothers live, Sans and Papyrus. These brothers are vary quirky, one being a Spaghetti-fanatic with a dream to be in the Royal gaurd, and the other a calm, laidback enigma who can't stop cracking puns. But, what happens when you get closer to the brothers? Characters belong to Toby Fox. very mild spoilers for the first part of Undertakes Pacifist run. (everything from The date with papyrus and behind)

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)

Next person to comment on this monstrosity gets fucking vored!! × ❝You made your choice a long time ago.❞

In this world, you dance for your life. But in your world, dancing is just a part of your act. When helping Frisk with their stamina by dancing up Mt. Ebott, you find yourself in a rather monstrous situation. Lace up your dancing shoes, it's about to get funky in here. [Unfinished] ((Sorry... I'll try to finish it in time but I'm unsure how long that'll tale.))

enjoy!

He had given up. He didn't care about what was happening around him. He didn't care about dancing anymore. He hardly cared for anything now. But secretly, he cared too much.