You heard about it. When the barrier was shattered. When monsters were finally free. That was until another war broke down, causing them all to get trapped in the underground again. Rumors spread that the humans killed a child named Frisk for setting them free. "Every monster that we find out in the surface, will be sentenced to death." "Disgusting" "Finally, they're gone" "I hope they stay in the underground, where they belong" It makes you cringe, us, humans are the real monsters. But, you're gonna change all of that. [Quick Warning! This might probably be a slow burn]

It's been two years since the barrier was shattered... All was well until humanity's opinion and voices ruined it all. The war had begun. --------------- Although one girl had always seen the world as a sickening place... A majority of humanity was indeed contaminated, but she was one of the individuals who deserved the mercy of the monsters. From being abused and previously bullied (Y/N) had enough. She escaped her own home, only to be exposed into the havoc of the world. It made her sick. Highest rank: #16 in Fanfiction

Your a 18 year old girl named (Y/N), you've been living in the underground for 1 week and you've been staying with Tories. You had run away from a family who never really loved you except your brother. So you tried to do what most people would have done and tried to commit suicide. That plan had failed and that's when you met Toriel. You hear a noise while getting a glass of water, when you go to find Toriel she isn't there. Your panicking and running about the house looking for her. As you turn a corner, you make impact with a tall dark object.

So, Frisk set all the monsters free from the underground and they're becoming the ambassador for the monsters. And in this story Sans happens to be Gaster!Sans due to a 'accident' that is the cause of Gaster's death. And you're like forced to protect the 'gang' (Frisk, Papyrus, Gaster!Sans, Flowey, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Toriel and Asgore) because you're a S-class assassin (S' means special, very special) that is not used to this shit. So I am very sowwy if my story is crappy or what evs' because this is my VERY FIRST story that I've manage to type down and share....And I might add some LEMONZ but there not going to be soo good... so don't expect anything from me....kay'

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."

The year is 18XX You are Lady (L/N) , tutor to a young girl named Frisk. What happens when you're on a ship with the young lass and a storm hits? Only time will tell....

"Don't mistake my kindness as my weakness. I'm being kind to you 'cause I'm repaying you for your kindness. But if you it with something that isn't good at all. I'll make sure that MY kindness will be the last thing you'll get. " I heard that a couple of times from dad. Believe me I was born into the throne. I was born to be a mafia leader. Daddy was the boss everybody follows him. He taught me how to use weaponry from knives to a gun. He taught me well. Bang. "He's dead. Find her then kill her. Make sure she's dead too." "But boss, she's your cousin." Another one "I don't care, all I want is her dead. Find her and bring her to me... I'll kill her myself." ~~~~~~~¤~~~~~~~~~~~¤~~~~~~~ This is my first book so please don't throw knives at me or hunt me then shoot me. Don't have high expectations that this book would be like wowzers. I do like some of your help I'll listen to your ideas that would help this story. I'm already apologizing for wrong grammar and if I update slow.

You're in a world post-game of Undertale. Monsters were flooding up from the Underground, and no one was quite sure what to do with them. Most people knew of them, and expected it eventually. It was hard to get used to seeing these... People, you guess, but it became normal after the first month or so. They started getting jobs around, buying houses with their currency (which was Gold, and due to inflation of the new paper currency it was worth insanely more than normal money) and most of them were well off with their now nice lifestyles of upper middle class monsters. You're a simple girl, very short (barely under five feet), with a curvy figure and just over shoulder-length dark brown hair. You have a stupid job and a horrible college budget that made life kind of hard to do alone in your three-room apartment, which was the only thing close enough to the campus to get. It was meant for two people and a guest, but you had no one to move in with you. So, you put out a Cruggs' list ad asking for at least one roommate, maybe two. One person answered. Two monsters stepped into your life, and you have no clue how important these brothers were going to be to you- How important the always-smiling, pun-shooting monster was going to be to you. (Majority of the characters you're introduced to belong to Undertale. Writing by me, your character loosely based off myself, but only physically [height, gender, body type and size in general], the mental personification is just whatever happens.)

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.

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