Reaper was used to victims giving him a hard time for his job, but for some reason, this one mortal got to him. After being told he had no love, Reaper goes home full of sorrow. It's there that he is reminded by Geno and Goth that he has love, true genuine love. (One shot fanfic, Art not mine) Also posted on Tumblr and Archive

Goth always had a crush on Palette, in fact... He has a diary! Goth thinks that Palette will only see him as a friend, so he did this. Every single day, he wrote in his diary, so every time he saw Palette, he wrote a poem, memory, dream, ANYTHING! Goth doesn't wanna ruin his relationship with Palette, so he kept if secret... But when a certain someone came in and took his diary... He'll have to confess sooner then he thought...! This is a Poth fanfic. I ship it. DEAL WITH IT!!! XD XD XD

"Wake up" a dark toned voice spoke. I opened my eyes, the moon bright as can be. My right eye was partly blind. I look to my left and see a figure. They were shrouded with darkness and the small shape of a crowbar in their hand. The detail that I could make out was a hat and two gold stars glistening in the moonlight upon his right shoulder....

**This Au belongs to Hellbent-on-drugs** Info: Reaper was a rich guy who loves to buy old stuff, bought this mirror. He didn't know that there was a trapped soul in there. I̷s̶ ̸h̴e̴ ̴h̴i̴d̴i̷n̴g̵ ̷f̷r̷o̴m̷ ̶s̷o̶m̴e̸o̶n̶e̶?̴ Geno, A trapped soul. Was born from the old horror story for kids. The one trapped in the mirror W̷h̸o̴ ̴k̸n̷o̷w̷s̵ ̷i̷f̶ ̷h̵e̴'̵s̴ ̷ ̵a̸l̸o̴n̸e̸ ̶i̴n̶ ̶t̸h̷e̷r̸e̸.̴.̷.̵ But what if that all changes, When Reaper was able to meet the Trapped soul? When the soul wanted to be saved? Art cover by @SelenaBizzocchi or Bilolli on Tumblr! Please support their works! ^ ^ **Please understand that some parts of the story will be made up, Hellbent had passed away.. rest in peace Hellbent, you were and will always be an inspiration to everyone and to me ♡**

The Title Says It All ;) Geno belongs to Loverofpiggies/Crayon Queen Reaper belongs to Renrink Sans belongs to Toby Fox Undertale belongs to Toby Fox and Temmie Chang (Title is from 6agentgg9)

Somewhere on the Surface, where the bright sun shines it's radiance on the land, three skeletons get themselves into the most wildest of shenanigans. They share laughter, tears, and puns, much to the tallest's disliking. Nonetheless, them and their many monster friends prosper in the land above (of course, with some difficulty). However, one of them couldn't help but wonder. What was missing? -Sequel to "It All Started With The Stab Of A Knife- (Cover is made by DarkxSoulzyx) (Aftertale belongs to loverofpiggies) (UNDERTALE belongs to Toby Fox (and the other lovely people which helped with it's creation! ^-^) (Reapertale belongs to Renrink) Enjoy.

Geno hated everything about Reaper, but he mostly hated how he was always right.

Geno is sick and Death comes and takes care of him. Cover picture belongs to me. Geno belongs to loverofpiggies. Death/Reaper!Sans belongs to renrink.

Palette moved out to a little cabin in the woods to hone his skills as an artist. Three years into his seclusion, he stumbles across a red-scarved skeleton that changes his world. Main story complete. May have bonus chapters written sporadically.

Once upon a time, there lived a small, young, fragile skeleton. He wore a red cloak coloured like the crimson of blood, and with a heart like stone. His town was very poor and the people did not treat others well. Late at midnight, his magic began to dissipate into nothing. Scared and afraid, he passed out on the visit to the doctors and woke up to see his fragile body melted and distorted. He survived with only part of his soul and what little magic he had left to just barely hold his physical form. With sadness and guilt, he left the town to a local forest, never be seen again. »»-----　☠　-----«« Deep in a hidden forest, where only the strong ones, feared ones, and adventurous ones will find themselves, lived a lonely soul, trapped within the forest with an eternal curse. His touch drains the living faster than sight could see, leaving the soul with sadness and fear. He long searches for the missing part in his life as he never felt the true life as his youth was stolen away. Not even Life could help him. Old and dismal, he waited until time stopped ticking, when something interesting finally came into the forest. Alone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story inspired from the Idea of little red riding hood. All art belongs to me. Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, blood and graphic images. stay warned. Slow updates. Slow burn story Editor: @LazyAsHeck Highest: #2 genoxreaper (16/NOV/2019)