A second-person relationship with Asgore Dreemur, former king of the underground. With all the pressure on a sixteen-year-old hiding his sexuality from his family and the love of his life, is he really putting his heart where it belongs? Still, one thing remains...our pasts ALWAYS come back to us...for better or for worse.

a lemon about sensory play. sensory play can be paired with BDSM as it is in this fanfic, I will be using a very mild form of this in the form of warm water. another ways of going about sensory play is by using low heat candles, whips etc. This will be a relatively tame one. I apologize for any grammatical or other errors in this story as it may disrupt the story/smut for some people, it is my first "rodeo".

Recently you've been having nightmares but right before every nightmare ended you'd see an oddly familiar skeleton with cyan and black goop on it and before you could ask who he was the nightmare would end.

***THIS STORY IS FOR MALES AND ANYONE WHO CONSIDERS THEMSELVES MALE ONLY! (unless you want to keep imagining that instead of 'he', it's 'she'*** ***THIS STORY MAY HAVE TRIGGERING CONTENT SUCH AS DEPRESSION, SELF-HARM, SUICIDE, ETC. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO MATURE CONTENT SUCH AS THIS, SWEARING, AND GRAPHIC SCENES, THEN PLEASE REMOVE YOURSELF FROM HERE INSTANTLY! Thank you.*** (The picture used for the cover is mine btw. I took it.) <¤¤¤Ω¤¤¤> "It took me by surprise..." Music blared through my headphones that he gave me. He was so kind, too kind to me. And yet, here I was. Just listening to the words he used to sing... used to say... "The hatred in his eyes..." Tears crawled down my nonexistent cheeks. They seeped to the edge of my boned jaw and fell. Salty feelings mixed inside me, and I felt more glitchy than usual. What is this emotion I'm feeling?... "I've pushed this man as far as he could go!" Regret? Remorse? Or is it... guilt? Do I feel guilty? "But he lacked the words to let me know..." Never before had I felt this. Never... Voices rang inside my head once more. Shouting and screaming. Telling me it's all my fault. It felt as if my soul was breaking, cracking. The pain from within was consuming me in this damned, white room! "He acted out, now I can see it is my fault...!" But he's dead now. So why should a glitched piece of shit like me care? Oh yeah, I shouldn't.

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Y/N was 10 when his parents abused him for being Gay, years later he's 18 and monsters were free from the underground, one day when he was walking in the park when frisk came up to him asking a question with sans next to her Not knowing sans and Y/N had there love at first sight.. Will they end up as a couple?? ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS STORY IS CRINGE AND ITS DISCONTINUED

While you were playing Gary's Mod your computer froze and the screen went black And then the screen turned back on with white text on it saying death will always get what it wants.

This contains yaoi (boyxboy) If you don't like, don't read it. I'm a bit of an Undertale Fan so I made this. Note: girls are allowed to read this even if it says male reader:)

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the MHA whole just got a whole lot wired. Y/N just got to town and there is hell raining over him all ready. none of my art work