Bitty! US pap x reader x Bitty! US sans Our two little bitties have been through a lot, so what happens when they meet a human that's hurting just as much as they are? DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BITTY BONES or the lovely art

FRANS This is a request and I have been really exited to start writing it! I really hope you like it! Echotale is not my AU! Neither is Jailtale! This is just my own little version of it. So please, do not get mad at me.

HIGHEST RATING: #1 IN FRANS ---------- TEMPORARY BIO UNTIL BOOK IS COMPLETED: An 18 year old Frisk against her will is being forced to marry the royal scientist's eldest son. Well, no use on struggling. Might as well give it a try. And she is so glad that she did. ---------- !!WARNING!! Twirling Love Fingers deals with mental abuse, physical abuse, parental abandonment, various amounts of strong language, and various amounts of fluff. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, please do not read this book.

SEQUEL TO 'SILENT BUT DEADLY'. Frisk was a princess and she accepted that. After years of her beloved's betrayal, she was ready to accept a new husband. Forced by her parents, of course. She does the same thing, day in and day out. She does her morning duties, plays with her son Jake, practices music and painting and than sleeps. The only thing Frisk looks forward to is hanging out with her brother and best friend Delilah with Jake. But it is rare Frisk gets such time. One day a new scientist is needed, the former one dying of old age. Frisk is not there the day the new one is chosen. When she starts her morning duties, she meets the new one and is shocked to see her former beloved, standing in front of her.

You were in your element when you stood on a stage. You could confidently sing the melody, serenely take the harmony, basking in the attention and relishing in the feel of your heels hitting the stage and the strain of your vocal cords. You'd been singing for fours years, but the best career decision you'd made was joining up with Mettaton for several duets. You often performed with the monster, and he'd become your best friend, but despite his constant pestering you had yet to meet the rest of his friends. *Authors Note* I originally started this story in 2016, but never finished. I've recently regained my writing mojo, and decided to rewrite, edit and finish Can You Hear Me?.

Frisk has never spoke a word in her life, or that's what people think. The prison just passes her off as innocent and friendless. G can prove that isn't the case as he already once believed. But what does it matter? Despite everything, Frisk will still smile and wave, as if life isn't hard for her. Even when it clearly is. Her sister, Kiri, is the only thing that keeps Frisk going. However as soon as she starts accepting G's help, she loses everything. But still goes on with her life. But that feeling grows in her chest once again and again she is forced to accept it.

The Gods live among themselves in a separate realm from the land of the mortals. Keeping the balance maintained was their only job, as the hierarchy of power, though few knew who they actually were. With the disappearance of Life, a great power vacuum had been opened, and Death was the main target, holding the great power surge. Life had chosen a successor beforehand, however, she had chosen only the most dangerous of beings. A human. Now with the Gods on Death's tail, he must protect this human from both her own society and her society-to-be, as he await fro Life's powers to awaken gradually. He cannot under any circumstances let them burst, or the human will be killed, along with Life's power and the balance. But most importantly, Death cannot get attached, or she will be killed for sure.

Frisk's world has just fallen apart. She's innocent and afraid in a prison of dangerous monsters, figuratively and literally. There's something going down and Frisk isn't prepared for it. That is until he steps in. Angry, cold, cruel and...charming? Frisk can't help but become friends with him, and maybe start to feel for him to. But could it hurt her even worse?

free·dom (ˈfrēdəm) noun the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint. Freedom. It's a luxury that few can afford, not after the Great War that ravaged the multiverse and brought entire armies to its knees, eradicating any opposition or those that dare oppose. They call themselves the Shadow, the Dark Brotherhood, they go by many names. A group of mysterious unnamed figureheads govern the multiverse without mercy, sowing terror wherever they please. Ink, the known guardian and protector of the multiverse, has been eradicated from memory and presumed dead. And it's what you believe, a small, unimportant person tucked away in an unimportant universe with an unimportant name. There is no hope, only chaos and suffering flourish in this new age. But when a mysterious message plagues your dreams, a small beacon of hope emerges. You embark on a journey and leave everything you've ever known or loved behind, not that there was much, anyway. Sought at every twist and turn, your once-quiet life evolves into one much more dangerous, and it soon becomes obvious that there are greater forces at work. But the message in your dreams never ceases and there's one thing that you're certain. Ink is alive, and they will stop at nothing to make sure the hope dies with you.

In a startling post-apocalyptic world, society is divided into two orderly classes. The human race stands on top, untouched by nuclear war in the city of Chicago. Monsters are at the bottom of the food chain, confined to live in run-down apartments, minimum wages hard to come by, the backbone of the work force in Chicago. They often find themselves the victims of senseless violence, dropping by the dozens each day. Tensions rise and anger grows between the two groups, a civil war seems all too likely. And with humans and monsters so scarce after a nuclear war that ravaged the planet, they cannot afford anymore losses. All at once, at the wrong place at the wrong time, a human finds themselves thrown into the midst, and the fate of the planet may rest in their hands.