You were in your element when you stood on a stage. You could confidently sing the melody, serenely take the harmony, basking in the attention and relishing in the feel of your heels hitting the stage and the strain of your vocal cords. You'd been singing for fours years, but the best career decision you'd made was joining up with Mettaton for several duets. You often performed with the monster, and he'd become your best friend, but despite his constant pestering you had yet to meet the rest of his friends. *Authors Note* I originally started this story in 2016, but never finished. I've recently regained my writing mojo, and decided to rewrite, edit and finish Can You Hear Me?.

You sigh shakily, your fingertips lightly pressing on the door handle. You were just about to walk into your house, to them. Your parents were extremely abusive, you could never understand why. But from the earliest memories you had, they were always excessively violent. You were afraid because you had come home late, your homework took longer than usual to finish at the diner. Your fingers wrap around the handle, and you twist it until you hear a soft click, you push forward letting the door open enough for you to get through. You very carefully turn the knob once again, and push the door closed without a sound. You try to tiptoe to your room in a hurried fashion, but your stopped by a hand grasping your shoulder roughly. Your pulled backwards, with enough force for you to end up on the floor. You look up to see your father, looking pissed at usual. "YOUR LATE." He scowled. ---- First Published: May 12, 2016 Undertale is owned by Toby Fox ***All rights reserved***

------------------------- "Well would you prefer 'glasses' or 'human'?" He smirks. "..." You glare at the smoking skeleton. "Then Doc it is." ------------------------- Things to remember: | Author's Notes (A/ns) are written like this. | | Swearing. No lemon. Just fluff. If lemons shall be added, they'll be censored. Basically lemon-free. | | Story is written in my point of view (author's) and is a slow burn. | | This guide will be updated regularly, so don't forget to check it out every time somethin new pops up. | (Y/n) = Your Name (L/n) = Your Last Name (E/c) = Eye color (H/c) = Hair color (S/c) = Skin color ~~~ = Start/End of Chapter ***** = Time skip '___' in Italics = Thoughts ••••• = :) + ___ + = POV Switch First published on June 10, 2017 Last part published on January 23, 2018 Sequel is deleted. I do not own Echotale, maybe some drawings, the music, or Gaster!Sans. They all belong to their respective authors, artists and or composers. But I do own the cover art, maybe some other drawings, and the story. You? Well, you belong to G.

Sequel to My Soul? It's Yours....

You become a citizen in Snowdin due to being lost in the undergrounds. You had left Toriel and the ruins only to be greeted by someone you would've never thought to be so important, or essential, to your life. *warning: might get serious and have adult content in some parts also maybe some spoilers for both the pacifist and the genocyde routes.

Monsters always fasinated you. Ever since Frisk broke the barrier and freed the monsters, humanity didnt take it too well but they are slowly getting used to it. Slowly. Very...slowly. (btw Chara is depicted as a female in this story, and so is frisk. Dun be triggy) HEY ALL! This is my first fanfiction EVER! so dont judge. [NC 16] at some parts :>

-Discontinued and Unfinished- Skeleton brothers Fresh and Unfresh have never gotten along. Especially when it comes to sharing things. So, when both of them meet (y/n) and fall for her... Things get interesting... *** Ranked 4 in 'sans x reader' and 1 in 'unfresh' as of 5/9/2018, as well as other rankings. Ranked 32 in 'undertale' as of 5/12/2018 as well as other rankings. Ranked 1 in 'sans' as of 6/16/2018 as well as 7 in 'undertale' as well as other rankings.

Normal days in your huge...lonely....stupid house that was given to you by your mother and father. They gave you everything, but not out of love, just to get you out of the house. You were only 16, you could barely even drive. They bought you this house, bought you a car, a nice one, and gave you your uncles motor cycle. It was nice. Then they left this world. A ring, all you had left to remember your mother, and a necklace, all you had left of your father, and this stupid, stupid house. It was lonely. Now you were 18 and looking for a job. You had good grades, and everything you could ask for. Now all you needed was a special...someone.

Unlike other stories, monsters and humans have already joined. Nothing was ever easy for you AT ALL. Your mom died when you were 6, and ever since then, your dad was.... different. Your a 17 year old girl, and you ran away when you were 15. You decided you couldn't take the pain. Hope you enjoy my story, and sorry if I misspell some words. Autocorrect never works correctly.