The surface was not what Sans thought it would be. Lack of communication skills, communication in general, and social interaction had driven him into a depressed and anxious state of loneliness so deep that it'd take a gang of serial killers to help drag him out and fix his problems. Literally, it took a gang of murderers called CreepyPasta just to set things right. The world acts in funny ways. (REWRITE IN PROGRESS - Be warned, this story is old and is not properly written to handle certain topics regarding mental health.)

FRANS This is a request and I have been really exited to start writing it! I really hope you like it! Echotale is not my AU! Neither is Jailtale! This is just my own little version of it. So please, do not get mad at me.

"Do you even know what it's like to be broken down every single day? Well, I do. And I've been through it. There's only one word to describe what it feels like: Hell. In the beginning, everything seems fine, you feel like you can get through easily, as if nothing's wrong. Then when you least expect it, things go downwards. Everything falls apart." - Sans

I have an Idea for an Undertale AU. And apparently, it's a good idea? So here, have a book. --- Long ago, two races ruled the earth. But when a plague of corruption swept through one species, causing a half of their population to attack the humans, the humans thought it safer to banish all the monsters underground. Now, the Underground is a Battleground. The battleground of the Pure and Corrupt armies. This Is UnderCorrupt. -- COMPLETED!