Sans. A monster with a skele-ton of puns up his sleeve. Frisk. A human girl who fell down into the ruins. Toriel. A mother figure for Frisk. Papyrus. Sans's younger brother who loves spaghetti. This. A story about them, and more.

"Hey, little pup?" "Sans, I'm 18 years old now. You don't have to call me 'little pup'" "What do you want me to call you then? 'Little boss'?" "Really? Sans, you just mixed the two names I don't want you to call me" "Oops, sorry..." "Just call me Frisk when Toriel and Asgore isn't around" Sans shrugged. "Sounds good enough for me" Sans has known Frisk for 10 years now. He and his brother, Papyrus, has been protecting her ever since, who knew she'd also become their boss. Watching Frisk grow up through the years, learning new things everyday, New enemies are coming for her, new obstacles started appearing, with everything popping up all at once, would they still be able to protect her? Sans have also grown strong feelings for her. But he didn't expect to meet his rival. And he's not gonna back down to some 'God of hyperdeath'. Will he win? WARNING: you're about to read a dangerous love story, be warned...

A story about a fat little emo nugget named Zane, who's closest and best friend Aphmau is roomies with a kawaii bundle of pink! Polar opposites attract!