Ehhhhh I'll write a description later

Your cousin Ben dies, and his old Nintendo 64 and mysterious Majora's Mask game gets passed down to you. Can't be harmless, right? But you soon come to realize that this game isn't exactly what it seems.

Reaper!Sans x Mortal!Female!Reader You are just a normal person. Nothing special. You breathe, you eat, you live and...one day, you'll die. Everyone will forget you and probably just walk over your grave-literally. But that never really bothers you. PS. This is my first story, so don't expect anything special, gonna make a cover for this later probably and lastly, I'm writing this to practice myself in finishing stories that I write and tell them to the world. Cuz that really sounds better than letting it collect dust in my head and just be forgotten.

When your heart stops, you're supposed to stop there. But when your heart stops in the Underground, your soul resets. But what if the reset doesn't work. You're stuck in a stalemate between life and death after your attempted reset glitches. Memories fuzzy and distant, lonely and cold, what does one do to survive their own personal purgatory? Average word count: 1800 - 2200 REAPERTALE FANFIC