You worked for the newspaper, doing a simple editing job and a few other things here and there. Ever since monsters came out of the ground, though, rent has sky-rocketed for you. You thought you could deal with it, but after a few months you need a roomie to help with the rent. Which, fortunately, you got one! But, unfortunately, you're too awkward to fucking deal, man. And this skeleton just laughs at you for it. -this fic has lots of cussing in it, and is a slowburn!- -if you have any suggestions of drabbles i should write for the story, comment!- all gaster!sans fics are way too serious to my liking on here, so I made more of a slice of life/comedy fanfic! hopefully this will go well HOOWEE Cover art by junkpilestuff on tumblr!! Best ranks: Undertale: #39 (out of 1000+ stories) Gaster Sans: #2 (out of 94 stories) Sans x reader: #8 (out of 595 stories) Sans: #28 (out of 1000+ stories) Slice of life: #22 (out of 1000+ stories) Reader insert: #68 (out of 1000+ stories)

The reader is a patient at a mental hospital who loves fire and just can't stop burning objects, animals, people and even yourself. You just can't stop as your mind is dying, losing your sanity. You were abandoned when you are just a baby. While no one came to visit you made you alone. Unable to control nor feel properly as a human being. Fire is the only thing you seem to ever considered as a friend in the situation you're in. Until you met the fire monster things have change completely.

"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 ]

Highest Rank: #290 in Fanfiction ××× "Its a mad, mad, world out there, girlie. And your kind just makes it madder." Everyone has a lock. Some people are lucky enough to find someone who holds the key. Opal's lock has been rusted and unused for years. But when a bipolar skeleton wipes away the dust and doesn't mind the rust on her edges, she can tell she's in for one hell of a ride. ××× "That star looks like you." He said randomly, guiding your hand to see the star he was looking at. "How the hell is a star supposed to look like me?" You said, leaning your head on his shoulder. He ignored your sarcastic response and mumbled quietly to himself, "It's the brightest one of all." ×××