A story about the past of Undertale, each part will be told in some Monster's POV.

It was just a normal Saturday. (Y/N) was playing Undertale for the millionth time. She was obsessed. (Y/N) had played all of the routes. True Pacifist, No Mercy/Genocide, Neutral. She experimented with killing certain characters doing different things. Then, as (Y/N) started a new game, she felt a falling sensation, as if she just fell out of her chair. She blacked out soon after. When she woke up, she was lying on a bed of golden flowers. She knew this place. (Y/N) was in the game. She had taken the place of Frisk and was in the Underground. •Disclaimer I do not own Undertale. It belongs to Toby Fox. I do not own you. You own yourself. I do not own the cover or any of the pictures that will show up in this book• *If you're reading this as a guy please just change the pronouns to he/him/his. I find if a lot easier to just put female pronouns. Thanks! :3 *

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[DISCONTINUED] Dancing was in you the very moment you were born. Sure, no one else in your family could dance, unless you counted your nut of an older brother, but you found happiness and confidence with yourself through dancing. Since your early youth, you've joined the local dancing club and have taken up private lessons to tone your style, so you were well-known within the dancing industry. Now, it's that time of year again when competition becomes intense and everyone is on end about winning and losing. You, my lovely reader, have been trained all your life to be a solo dancer and you were the best. Only this year, there would be a slight change in line up, after all, monsters came in not too long ago. Who knew that they could dance as well as they could? A/N: Hey, you guys! This story is going to be more logical, so expect it to be a little slow in the beginning! I advise you read at least two parts before deciding to stop reading because the first part is mostly there for laying background information! That's basically why there's hardly any mentioning of monsters, so bare with me as you read through! Anyways, thank you for considering and I hope you enjoy! <3 BTW, THE COVER ART IS NOT MINE.

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[THIS IS A SEQUEL TO MY OTHER FANFIC "WHEN TWO SOULS MEET!" If you haven't read it, I would highly suggest it--the story won't make much sense otherwise.] Sans has finally found someone he can trust--Frisk's sister, the eighth fallen human. After months of step-siding and awkward interactions, the two are finally a couple. Things are finally falling into place--there are no more resets, and Chara and Flowey have been a lot more quiet in the last few months. But things can't stay this way... can they?

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.

Monsters have just taken to the surface. They settle in well, and you decide to lean a bit more. You find yourself at Mt. Ebbot, and fall through the now open 'barrier'.

(Y/N) is a musical prodigy. Or, she was, until an accident when she was young caused her to lose her hearing, and her faith in humanity. Now in collage, (Y/N) meets some monsters, makes from new friends, and discovers that she's still a prodigy. She just has to find her rhythm. And the monster who helps her create it. *Note. THIS IS A SLOW BURN. If ya' don't like that, then this book may not be for you.

Underswap!Papyrus x Reader And some Fresh!Sans x Reader -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- It isn't hard to slip into a dream. You're happy with what your mind makes up and you stick with it until you wake up. Nightmares are hard to sink into. Death, tears, bloodlust, screams of terror and agony. You eventually wake up crying and wondering why your head would come up with something so sadistic. You're not in a dream. You never were. It's always been a nightmare. Always. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- "My heart fills so... empty." "Please don't do this, (Y/n)!" "I'm sorry I caused so much pain... but we both don't have to suffer anymore."