In the business of human trafficking, mercy isn't a well known word. You and your crate mate, a child named Frisk, are obidiently waiting to be released to a 'master' when havoc breaks out around you. Guns are fired and you're doing your best to protect Frisk when your crate is pried open by unfamiliar faces. How will you fair with your first 'friendly' experience?

Sans and Alex happen to meet trough a chatbox. What will be the outcome when two completely different people become more than friends? This is an actual slow burn holy shit

Chubby professor Reader insert. G goes to college for whatever fucking reason and falls fast for his new teacher, playing it low key and cool.

(Cover by Jam_Painter) Palette and Goth, 30 Day NSFW challenge! All of the good things... ;)

A collection of Sanscest Oneshots that's just a front for my poorly hidden Afterdeath addiction. Requests are Closed as listed in the title. It is unlikely I will open them anytime soon, if at all, so don't expect me to write anything you send my way. I don't mind if you share story ideas or just ships you'd like to see: Sometimes inspiration will strike in the strangest way. Otherwise, don't make requests with the expectation that I'll pick it up if requests open up again. Cover Art by me Credit for the characters: Geno, Error, and Fresh by CrayonQueen (loverofpiggies) Reaper by Renrink Cross by Jakei95 Dream and Nightmare by Joku Dust by calvateyla, et al Killer by rahafwabas Horror by Sour-apple-studios Fell and Swap by the Undertale Community Classic Sans and Undertale by Toby Fox --Second Gen-- Goth by Nekophy Raven by Echoiarts Sorell by Zenkomi-chan or Ivywolf777 Shino by Blue-kohina Palette by Angexci --Third Gen-- Pastel(Poth child) by Toru-ut

They first came as individuals, people caught up in the Nuclear blast of Craitown. But people soon realised that the infected numbers were increasing. Cities were swarmed by mobs of what the few remaining survivors dubbed as 'Zombies'. The virus messed with their brains, driving them insane with a crazy instinct to kill. Survivors fled, taking refuge in defended shelters, sticking in groups. But nothing can keep the infected back. No defences. No weapons. No running. With numbers steadily rising and the living population dying out, the world is still no closer to finding a cure. And now people are starting to wonder, is this really the end of the world? DISCLAMER: This book contains horribly OOC characters and I as the author thoroughly dislike this book so don't have high hopes Cover credit: Avri_02 on Tumblr

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)

After much research and theorizing, I've decided that I'm going to attempt it. It's risky, but I'm so desperate at this point that I'm willing to put my own well being on the line. If I survive, this may just turn out to be very... interesting. This is my thoughts on the origins of Sans and Papyrus, as well as their connection to Gaster. It will be connected to the ZanaTale timeline (or, in otherwords, my Sans x Reader fanfic "When Two Souls Meet"). Loosely inspired by the HandPlates AU by Zarla. Awesome cover image by Dweebycake.

Sans has lived through countless timelines. He's seen the kid make friends with everyone, only to give up in the final moments. He's seen the kid killed, over and over and over again. Sometimes, he'd even done the killing himself. And no one ever remembers. Not even the kid herself. It's an exhausting cycle, one that never seems to end. But there's something different about this run. Another human's fallen down... the kid's sister. Please note the the story is primarily on Quotev, so updates to Wattpad may be late, or lag behind that of Quotev. The story also has the potential to become mature. (I haven't decided yet.)

*Insert Fabulous description here* Hello everyone and welcome to the most fabulous description ever. Okay yes I hired Mettaton to write a description for me but obviously he's too busy with The MTT Show to write a paragraph or two. So I guess you guys will have to see my rubbish spiel of words. Welcome to my comic book of le undertale funny stuff. I don't own these comics [ see words]. I hope you guys enjoy. WORDS: NONE OF THESE COMICS BELONG TO ME. I FIND THEM IN A GROUP ON FACEBOOK CALLED 'UNDERTALERS' [go check it out! We'd love some new members] OR I FIND THEM ON GOOGLE. I OWN NONE. OF. THESE. COMICS. YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD.