(DISCLAIMER: THIS IS AN UNDERTALE AU) Allow me to describe this in the simplest way I can. There is a fanfic-like covering, but with a much darker, twisted undertone. Sanscest, if that's what you're for, but also a juicy amount of story with it. Enjoy!

(DISCLAIMER: THIS IS AN UNDERTALE AU) Allow me to describe this in the simplest way I can. There is a fanfic-like covering, but with a much darker, twisted undertone. Sanscest, if that's what you're for, but also a juicy amount of story with it. Enjoy!

Nightmare, go to school, they said. Nightmare, it will be FUN, they said. What a load of crap. Nightmare isn't buying any of it. His brother's loved and he is feared. When invited to go on an outing while weakened that leads to some supernatural involvement, Nightmare meets someone that will change his life. The problem? For better or for worse? That's a joke. His life can't possibly get any worse. Ships: Crossmare Errink Kreme Dustberry Afterdeath Horrorlust

Cross has had it. There is only one place left for him to go and he just HAS to find it. Escaping an abusive father, he seeks the Circus. A spectacle of performers and animals. But once he's there, things aren't as they seem. Ships: Crossmare Errink Kreme Horrorlust Afterdeath Dustberry WARNING: SAD

{Sanscest Multiship Story} This is the sequel to the first book Souls. if you have not read the first book then I highly advise you to since you'll be very lost. other than that i hope you enjoy the story! ~Contains the ships: Afterdeath, Errorink, Horrorlust, Crossmare, Krème, Dustberry, and Poth. If you have anything against any of these ships then I advise you to read another story :)

Ink has a lot of problems, unfortunately it takes a falling out with his best friend, and a very strange roommate to make him realize that. Or, Ink's a bitch who gets a well-needed wake up call, with everyone else's problems in between. Disclaimers: -Lots of cursing -Unfunny humor -A bit of violence -Character death Any warnings will be added to chapters they pertain to, enjoy <3

A collection of small storys that i wrote about our favorite Gods (and non gods, but mostly gods). This is mostly focused on Error than any of the others. Requests are open and anything will be considered and attempted within reason. As in anything so long as it's kept somewhat PG, nothing beyond kissing and affection for romantic relationships. I also ask that if you do post a comment that you please watch what you say to some extent. I do have kids that read this thing and I'd like for them to keep their innocence just a bit longer. P.S. No one actually reads this thing past the first two chapters or comments on anything beyond a help section. Fair warning that most will not understand it and its garbage that I made while I was supposed to be paying attention in school. All characters belong to their rightful owners.

Orphaned. Left alone, the definition of it. Like a fantasy, or a dream, saved by a being willing enough to take you under their wing and keep you safe. With secrets to be shared, stories to be told, the months pass by as you trade your lives. Given warmth, Given care, Given love. But so insignificant is your life compared to what lies beyond, what is going outside of the safety and comfort of what you thought to be a normal life. What tall tales lie underneath the happiness you found. ((I wrote this when I was twelve, please stop readInG IT-))

The multiverse is in ruins. In the aftermath of a bloody war between Nightmare and Ink that cost the live of billions, the painter and the few remnants of his followers find themselves picking up the pieces of a multiverse that seems to be on the brink of collapse. Universes large and small have been erased from existence, forever altering the stability that once rang throughout all of creation. Amidst the radiation and the chaos from the war, a few strings of coding come together to form a strange creature that is not bound by the laws of space and time, a being whom might be the very thing that pushes the multiverse into eternal night and silence. And even in the dark and the shadows, amongst the retreating chaos and suffering as the first glimmer of hope emerges, a small fragment of a mysterious soul suspended in a vile lies in wait, promising a new hell all the while.

He killed them all. Dust, down the waters of the the forest it runs, through the veins of the skeletons and the demons that prowl the night. It's the silent enemy, the adversary that slowly chokes and brings down entire armies to their knees. None can oppose it for none have the will or the strength. And it is the dust that emerges from the mouth of a mountain that overlooks a city, the dust that creeps and crawls through the forest and down the alleyways. It is the dust that wraps its bony hands around the throats of the damned ignorant enough to walk the streets, squeezing until the last heartbeat thrums. You are a detective in this city, a quaint area with little crime and a police force hopped up on Dunkin Donuts. But when a string of murders plagues the town, you are thrown on the case following cold leads and an ominous trail of dust. But one night, when you catch wind of a scream and follow it through the dark, you find a skeleton and the rest is history.