[Hello! Pepe here, just know this story is discontinued due to my lack of interest in this story. I loved the idea but I sadly didn't execute it to the way I wanted it so it discouraged me from finishing this story. I wanna say thanks for everyone who's been reading this story from the start and I'm sorry I ended it like this, but thank you for the support! I always appreciate it! ] After the deaths of both his brother and father. Geno is left alone with his two guardians, Alphys and undyne after the war. But soon for what seems like seven peaceful years, geno is called back to the Kings army to go on a scout. Geno refused, but was forced to go under the Kings orders since he was on of the only ones who knew the war strategies. But in one rainy day, geno was separated by his scout by a mud slide. Only left with the communication radio Alphys gave to him to give orders. Now he's left alone in the woods of vampires.

Error wasn't only a destroyer But he's also a Reaper. He was originally a reaper if Fate (Goddess) didn't asked for help.To keep the Balance of the Universe. You might be thinking. Then why didn't he just reap? It's because Reapers can't reap Monsters that easily. They need to die first. Error became a glitch and a reaper at the same time.Which was really hard. No one knew about it.Until something went wrong Warning:There might be sanscest here don't like don't read

The Annons and Creators had lived in the Antivoid for a long time, coming and going as they pleased, interacted as unseen gods with the may worlds that came to be, with some being the creators of said worlds. They were always unseen though never directly influencing the lives of the inhabitants of a world, though they were fine with it. They had there fun with the worlds and talked with others in a place were they were seen by each other. One day though everything changed when a light green bundle carrying a babybones ends up inside their realm. What will they do now with an infant they can interact with and can see them as well? only time will tell. (you want to influence the story? Go ahead and comment and we will all change the story together. note swearing and stuff that isn't appropriate will be censored.) -I did not create Error, he belongs to MotherOfPigs I believe.-

Soo oooo i had an idea what if error sans was some how turn back into a baby and ink had to take care of him

Growing up parentless, Shi Yan was left with large amount of inheritance money, and a general disinterest in life. The only times he felt alive was when his adrenaline coursed through his veins. He quickly found that exercise extreme sports, bungyjumping, cave diving & skydiving, gave him the biggest kicks. The bigger adrenalin kick, the close he was to death, the more alive he felt. Waking up in a pile of dead bodies in an unknown land, after a diving adventure had ended disastrously, he quickly realizes the body he now possessed was not his own. Follow Shi Yan as he explores this new world where danger lurks around every corner, and death is only a breath away. A world Shi Yan could not feel more alive in.... this is not mine for latest update visit novelupdates.com and https://wuxiadream.net/category/god-of-slaughter/

I own and wrote none of this awesome fiction. Zephon allowed people to share it, so ALL credits go to the author, Zephon, and his group of Prs and editors on Royal Road. Check it out at royalroadl.com and support or donate to them --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Can you feel it? That tugging feeling on your heart? That falling sensation as you are forced into a deep well by the people you trusted most? In your heart you decide to accept it, to bear it, to die with it, yet, even as you continue falling your decision haunts you. A general in your prime, millions of innocents lie dead in your wake. Feeling the end of your life pulling you in, the wall of water ever beckoning as you hit it full on. All feeling has been lost. Finding yourself devoid of sound. Nothing visible in this darkness. No strength in your limbs. This has become your end. But the endless has seen your life in His presence you feel the minute speck that you are, become more than what was, he gifts you with a new body with limitless potential imparted with its own endless strength. He puts you in a place where powers run rampant. The God of all has decided this. Your new life has the promise of excitement, adventure, love, Tragedy. Walking with purpose you pave the path for your race. Regardless of the dangers you will face you will live on for the end goal -- -Synopsis Credit's to FlameRaptor. Categories: Action , Adventure , Comedy , Drama , Fantasy , Martial Arts , Mature , Romance , Supernatural , Tragedy , Original , --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I own and wrote none of this. Zephon allowed people to share it, so ALL credits go to the author, Zephon, and his group of Prs and editors on Royal Road. Check it out at royalroadl.com

(I do not own this picture or any of the characters, Undertale and any AU's in this. I only own this story.) The Original Error was angry, destroyed everything he could and became known as the Destroyer once he was dragged into the Anti-VOID. He was driven mad by the screams that only he could hear as he lost all his memories. This Error is apathetic, he gave zero shits and no fucks. Even after he was dragged in, memories foggy and spotty, and even as the Voices screamed at him, Error did not care. He was fine alone, he felt nothing as he laid in the white. He knew he had the power to leave, but he just used the portals to watch the other AU's, never leaving the white. He could watch them, but they couldn't see him. He watched as the Monsters found out they could travel to other AU's, watched as Nightmare's group fought Ink's. Then one day, he accidentally made his string go out into the portal and help a Monster on the other side. After that, Error decided to continue to help out or play with the other Monsters, sometimes the white was boring and this made things more interesting. Soon the Monsters came to love the Blue Strings that randomly showed up to help or even play little tricks. Soon the theory, the belief, that it was a God came to fruit. Unknown to Error, Monsters came to low-key worship him. One day Error had reacted without thinking when he knew his string could not save or help, making them see the one who controlled the strings. Now Nightmare and Ink fight and try to make Error join a side, Error somehow gained a devoted cult following, people are thinking Error is a God, and too many Monsters are after Error's love. And in all of this madness, Error just wants to be left alone in his little spot in the Anti-VOID.

After experiencing the life as a girl who is blessed by God of Death... To then realise that's not all there is to it. I mean, that nasty, gloomy, and scary girl who is the secret boss in my personal favourite otome game to ever be played by me, is myself?! Awwwwww, come on! God of Death, I beseech you! Please clear up the misunderstandings, dammit! Cover: Love Live! School Idol Festival / KLab [This is an Original Story, not a Fanfiction or Translation]

I honestly love otome games. But this... "You have got to be kidding me!!!" What the heck am I suppose to do In a Zombie apocalypse Otome game! Sure one times is fine, but twice?! I died the first time time when a car ran me over. I died the second time protecting my child, one of the routes, from danger This is my third time in life, and I certainly am not happy being a 5 year old when the plot finally started. Pic is not mine

Hi everyone My name is Backwardsspeaker and I love to make conspiracy theories of all kinds from Disney to celebrities etc etc. Anyways if people start to read and comment maybe I can start taking requests on what to write next! Hope you enjoy. NOTE: I do not own any of these theories most of them are from other sites or youtubers so I give all rights to the authors who created it.