[DISCONTINUED] Dancing was in you the very moment you were born. Sure, no one else in your family could dance, unless you counted your nut of an older brother, but you found happiness and confidence with yourself through dancing. Since your early youth, you've joined the local dancing club and have taken up private lessons to tone your style, so you were well-known within the dancing industry. Now, it's that time of year again when competition becomes intense and everyone is on end about winning and losing. You, my lovely reader, have been trained all your life to be a solo dancer and you were the best. Only this year, there would be a slight change in line up, after all, monsters came in not too long ago. Who knew that they could dance as well as they could? A/N: Hey, you guys! This story is going to be more logical, so expect it to be a little slow in the beginning! I advise you read at least two parts before deciding to stop reading because the first part is mostly there for laying background information! That's basically why there's hardly any mentioning of monsters, so bare with me as you read through! Anyways, thank you for considering and I hope you enjoy! <3 BTW, THE COVER ART IS NOT MINE.

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."

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

(This is an Undertale Fanfiction and is made from an AU, or Alternate Universe, called DanceTale) A happy turn of events leads you to your Aunt's house. Working at her cafe, you make friends in this new town. You have a new name, and a new family, leaving your troubling past behind. Then one small child turns your world upside down. What happens when you meet this child, and all of her friends? What happens if one catches your eye? When the crew is split by an unknown enemy, what is left of it must work together to take the enemy down. Love, not LOVE, is what will benefit them now. Struggle with school, bullies, girls, and parents on top of that? You've got yourself one tangled life. [ SLOWBURN ] (In this story, you and most of the characters will be around 16 or 17. In human years, of course. You have yet to get your drivers license.) You: 16 Sans: 17 Undyne: 17 Alphys: 17 Papyrus: 16 MTT: looks 17 Frisk: 7 Toriel: 37 Asgore: 35 Your friends: 16 If you are viewing this content on a platform besides Wattpad, you are likely at risk to a Malware attack. If you wish to view this content in its original, safe form, visit it here: https://www.wattpad.com . Thank you! Spread the word of these copyright violations! Thank you to @Xx_ScorpioRocks_xX and @Hope-Mist for providing me with this information! If you would like more info, visit @Xx_ScorpioRocks_xX

"It couldve been worse." He says as he sits down exhausted "How.." i sob. "We couldve gone against your word and just killed them." He replies earning a glare from me. "Thanks that makes me feel loads better." I say sarcastically. "But we didnt, cuz we all love ya too much."

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.))

Imagine Undertale, but Chara never showed up. Chara wasn't the first human in the Underground. What if a glitch occurred, and you fell down instead? You fell into the Underground, but you cant remember your previous life. Now, you are surrounded by strange monsters, who have also never seen a human before. Will they let you live? [written 2017]

Although you had great parents and a good life you were pretty much friendless, which you had actually enjoyed. You felt grateful your were the most invisible person in school. Friendship was a waste of your time. What was the point? There wasn't one until you meet a pair of brothers, then your whole life and thinking changed.

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)

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.