Have you ever wondered what goes on behind those closed glass doors when there are no customers in the store? Do you enjoy funny stories about customers and employees alike? If so, then I have a treat for you! If not then...why are you here? XD I will use as much sarcasm and sass in this as I would love to use with my customers, so buckle up! Things are about to get passive-aggressive! Let's instigate! If you're easily offended, don't read this. If you enjoy this kind of humor, continue on, my friend! Mature based on language, sense of humor of both the employees and customers, and some topics of conversations. You've been warned, my skeleton crew!

*Cover art by CoffeeGuardian, edited to cover by LunearTea* The first FrangarTale story. Frans is canon. "I am broken, I am not bent." Everyone has two sides...one good, one bad...but what if the seal keeping the two together was broken...? What if the monsters were never an individual race at all, but merely the creatures of man made creation? They were made to see our own limitations. They were made to see what we could create and make our creations do. They were made to be experimented on. They were made to be weapons. But while they were made, Frisk was chosen, taken for the strength of...her soul? Just because of the strength of just her soul? This large, complex secret government laboratory known as the Underground will make a mistake, a costly mistake when dealing with their young weapon, and she will break free into the main monster containment facility where she meets a particular skeleton among other strange creatures... As of May 11th, 2018 Rated #100: Darkness Rated #67: Frans Rated #6: Experimentation

The first ever TatteredFell, an AU inspired by Piratetale and Horrortale. ***READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED*** Frisk Pertinacia never had anything to her name, born to a woman who loved drinking and men far too much, but despite her own short comings of property, she gives as much as she can and helps wherever she can. A sweet mercy to the horrible world and horrible town that she was born into, but this town has a darkness approaching ready to steal away with everything they hold dear and burn whatever scraps were left to the ground. Sympathy was letting someone go...Empathy was seeing someone in a similar state and giving a helping hand in whatever way you could...but mercy...Mercy was leaving no one behind... ...alive. "Well, ain't ye just a pretty li'le jewel..." His voice was rough and husky, deep like booming thunder that shook me to my core with every word that he spoke. "I wouldn't mind takin' ye for meself..." I shuddered when I felt his breath on my neck, my mind shooting back to all the stories my mother used to tell before she abandoned me on the streets, but it recalled none of the good ones, only remembering the stories of the pirates and their desires, left lustful after being out at sea for so long to the point that when they made landfall, they took whoever they wanted whenever and however they wanted. They did not ask permission, and they were not mindful of their "partner," being far from gentle. All of this plagued my mind even as I was pinned to the wall by who was surely a pirate, his breath on my neck as he taunted, "I wouldn't be tryin' to pull that bone out...Ye would surely bleed to death...such a fragile li'le thing...Humans be just like flowers...soft 'nd frail..."

I've seen others do it, so I decided to have an art book. I just thought it'd make things a heck of lot easier to upload pictures for my stories and what not. I can also test ideas out and see what everybody thinks of them without cluttering up my one current story or any other stories I choose to write in the future. So basically it's more of an idea and updates book. And yes, I drew the cover of this book. That is charcoal on gray toned paper :) Anyways! Onward, my lovely bones! :D

"I have sinned..." And that's exactly why he was here. He has sinned more times than he can count, and they've finally caught up to him. The cuffs were clamped around his wrists as he was stuffed inside the police car and taken to the station. He had really done it this time, but he just chuckled in the faces of the officers. Oh, how he hated humans, not that he was much better. He was a violent, impulsive man with a quick temper and a long criminal record. He was told that grace would find him one day, and he would learn from them. Justice would come swift and accurate upon him, so cruel in being so kind to shatter his soul just to rebuild it again. He didn't deserve mercy, and that was fine by him. He was a criminal, after all. He would just take it.

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." - Shakespeare A girl born with skin and blood that were a phenomena, little red "flowers" dotting her skin whenever she bled or whenever struck hard enough. As an orphan, Frisk Mercy finds herself at the Underfell Orphanage House for Delinquents, not for any wrong doing of her own, but simply because of lack of space. The rooms are dimly lit, and the outer walls are cracking while the columns groan at the weight of the roof, but still she smiles. She sees the beauty it once held, and the beauty it could be again. The same could be said when she looks at the people within, especially when her eyes lay upon a certain skeleton with a golden tooth. Mature Content: Contains scenes of implied or explicit sexual nature as well as dark mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. Editor & Co-Planner: @Paige_Panda As of May 22nd, 2018 Rated #6: Flowerfell Rated #12: Frans Rated #28: Frisk Rated #71: Sans Rated #98: Undertale

*Cover art by Arcus Artifex & LunearTea* He had been there for as long as she could remember, stalking through the woods, his eyes glowing red and blue from the darkness. She could see the glint of his blade as it caught the moonlight, and she always heard what sounded like demonic...barking whenever she saw him as if some wild hellhounds followed at his heels just out of sight. She knows he's bad. She knows that he would be the death of her, but he had been there for so long driving her mad, and that fateful night, she couldn't help but go out and meet the maniac in the woods...wanting to know the meaning of mercy... As of May 11th, 2018 Rated #2: Frans Rated #5: Dusttale Rated #72: Darkness Rated #86: Nightmare Rated #469: Horror