(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.

This is just a collection of Undertale-themed one-shots that go along with the plot of my Sans x Reader fanfic, "When Two Souls Meet." It's a community project, and will have several entries from the winners of my one-shot contest, as well as some chapters written by yours truly. This can be read as a stand-alone group of one-shots, or connected directly to WTSM, as it is technically a direct continuation.

Read the damn title. Art not belongs to me but belongs to Golzy on tumblr. Requests still can continue! I need more requests!!!!! #105 - sans in ranking. #392 - sans in ranking. (2019)

[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?

You woke up and tried to gaze around the darkened room, your vision was blurry. It was just a bad dream, you thought. Your eyes adjusted and you realized it was far from it... {Completed} Thanks so much for 300+ votes & 10k+ reads, holy heck.

How many times have you seen this world, how many resets does it take for you to give up hope? Does anything even matter after all this, does trying do anything? Will the struggle help at all, can I even believe in anyone anymore? The only thing keeping me going now is my resentment.

Sans has lived through countless timelines. He's seen the kid make friends with everyone, only to give up in the final moments. He's seen the kid killed, over and over and over again. Sometimes, he'd even done the killing himself. And no one ever remembers. Not even the kid herself. It's an exhausting cycle, one that never seems to end. But there's something different about this run. Another human's fallen down... the kid's sister. Please note the the story is primarily on Quotev, so updates to Wattpad may be late, or lag behind that of Quotev. The story also has the potential to become mature. (I haven't decided yet.)