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." ----

Underswap!Papyrus x Reader And some Fresh!Sans x Reader -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- It isn't hard to slip into a dream. You're happy with what your mind makes up and you stick with it until you wake up. Nightmares are hard to sink into. Death, tears, bloodlust, screams of terror and agony. You eventually wake up crying and wondering why your head would come up with something so sadistic. You're not in a dream. You never were. It's always been a nightmare. Always. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- "My heart fills so... empty." "Please don't do this, (Y/n)!" "I'm sorry I caused so much pain... but we both don't have to suffer anymore."

I looked at her, a reassuring smile gently lighting my face. "You can do it." I said, quietly, "I believe in you, kiddo." She laughed, "What sucks is, I don't believe in myself. I can't dance. Not alone. I get scared." I sighed, "You'll be fine, why do you even have to do this anyways?" "...There's this... academy, alright? And, if I get in, they'll give me an education on dance... and... pay me, even... I won't be hassling twenty-four-seven to pay for a lousy apartment." "...So you want my help, or what?" "...Are you serious? You wanna help me? You're- you were a... almost a legend, once, you and the other monsters who came onto the surface. You taught us all styles of dance we'd never even seen before. We had, hip-hop, and ballet, and jazz, but- the way you guys did it... it was like... you felt it in your very essence.... you... you were born to do it! I'm... I'm just... me. I'm... a stupid... lyrical dancer... I mean, I don't even know how to-" I walked forward, and she stopped talking, pulling my hood up, I took a brisk step toward her. "W-what are you-" I grabbed her arms. "What you said I was born to do."

| Some people don't change |

A Mobtale! AU oneshot where Grillby is kidnapped and tortured by the humans who just want to watch the monster world burn. How does the reader (a gang member who works for good old Uncle Gaster) and his daughter Fuku react?

Y/n L/n. The true name. The girl who everyone beats, torments, and blames for everything. The girl who is shy, forgiving, motherly, humble, and talented. The girl who everyone hates. Sans the skeleton. The punmaster, who is fun and laid-back and loves puns. What happens when he meets a human girl who he wants to hate? (A/n: In this book, Chara makes Sans hate all humans, just roll with it, please?)