(Adult Lazarus here - I wrote this when I was like 14 years old. Forgive me.) Sometimes life gets to the point where you feel like you're a paper airplane. One minute you're soaring, feeling as if nothing could ever get you down. But then the next thing you know, you're falling slowly and nothing that you can do can possibly help you. You end up falling and crashing into whatever's below you and the heights that you had once reached. Then it starts all over again - becoming a vicious cycle. Someone picks you back up and throws you, making you soar yet again. But then they watch as you fall, not stopping you or saving you from the hard impact you meet with the ground. The process repeats itself over and over and there's no way you can stop it. After all, you're made of paper - you're delicate, fragile. You're thrown, you soar, you fall, you're picked back up, then it happens all over again until you break - becoming bent and broken from your head to your toes. Until you crash so much that you're ruined - then you're thrown away. At those times, you know that you at least have one person who will fix you. He calls you his queen, as any king would whilst in power of the empire you both strive to build together. This person is your home - your empire. - #6 in Quotes [03.12.21] - #2 in Sans [10.21.21] - Undertale does not belong to me. - Artwork/Music does not belong to me. - Also, I apologize for any of the spelling errors. I type quickly and so I do not really realize if I misspell a word or two. Sometimes I do go back and edit out the mistakes with spelling and such.

I don't get many chances to write so please these will take a while ok. No lemons. Plus I take requests okay guys thanks.

a sans x reader are you happy Erin?! well enjoy this is the first x reader im making so don't judge me! ps don't one the art im so so sorry for the people who one the art

"No time for goodbyes, he said...as he faded away, Don't put your life in someone's hands there bound to steal it away, Don't hid your mistakes cause they'll find you, Burn you then he said 'if you wanna get out alive, whoa oh run for your life", (Y/n) sang silently to herself. She stared at her ceiling listening to the quiet ticking of the clock. Tick tock Tick tock Time seemed to slow down when it was dark out. She rolled over facing the wall. The faint yelling of her mother and father being heard from the other room. They were talking about her again. They complained about their daughter tearing their family apart. (Y/n) had lost all expression, she never smiled anymore although on the bright side she never frowned. Maybe life was better this way? Who knows. (Y/n) would sneak out each night and walk around town to avoid overhearing the hurtful words. Each night she would roam further and further into town. Getting closer to the forest and nearing her fate. ------------- The art in the cover is by @jenetiik from Tumblr WARNING: OOC CHARACTERS