Sans x reader oneshots This one will have less spelling and grammar mistakes (hopefully). Might have lemons, might not. Who knows.

You weren't quite sure what you were. As time progressed, you had been called many things. Hope, future, a new beginning. You weren't quite sure why they called you those things, for each passing day you say locked in a cell, waiting for the freedom that would never come. You weren't alone. You grew fond of two other experiments whom you nicknamed Sans and Papyrus. The routines seemed to grow normal, coma-induced trances, painful tests... And then nothing... One day, the pain stops coming. Slowly, the three of you venture outside of the prison and discover that there is a world beyond the cell.

"It hurts," he mumbled, trembling slightly with fear and anger. "It hurts Chara, to know that nothing matters because all that's going to happen is death." Sans raised a bony hand, levitating the young girl into the air. "So I'm going to change that." Sans continued, bones stabbing themselves into the girl's already weak body. "I'm going to kill you, permanently!" Sans used to love, he used to care. But now.. Now he was a shadow of the person he used to be, an empty shell. Y/N used to be ever so empty. She used to think that life was completely pointless. You were going to die anyway, right? But now.. Now she was so ever determined.

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.

Gone. In a single moment, in the blink of an eye, everything you have ever known or cared for is eradicated. Hopes and dreams, traditions and stories that date back centuries have been erased without thought or care. Nothing matters and no one will ever live again to pass on the memories and stories of what was lost. Except you. You are the anomaly, the glitch that survived when all else could not. When your universe was destroyed, you found yourself stranded, alone, afraid in a white world without end. But there's little time to rest when you discover that your universe was merely a grain of sand on a much bigger ocean. Whole other worlds thrive in different plains of existence, and they're all going to war. In a desperate power-struggle for the upper hand, you find yourself an unlikely ally. The future seems certain, chaos will win and the universe will be plunged forever into violence and bloodshed. And it will take a lot more than a miracle to win.

He killed them all. Dust, down the waters of the the forest it runs, through the veins of the skeletons and the demons that prowl the night. It's the silent enemy, the adversary that slowly chokes and brings down entire armies to their knees. None can oppose it for none have the will or the strength. And it is the dust that emerges from the mouth of a mountain that overlooks a city, the dust that creeps and crawls through the forest and down the alleyways. It is the dust that wraps its bony hands around the throats of the damned ignorant enough to walk the streets, squeezing until the last heartbeat thrums. You are a detective in this city, a quaint area with little crime and a police force hopped up on Dunkin Donuts. But when a string of murders plagues the town, you are thrown on the case following cold leads and an ominous trail of dust. But one night, when you catch wind of a scream and follow it through the dark, you find a skeleton and the rest is history.

- Ah yes... you Fell down in Swapfell. Not knowing that you would encounter a strange monster named... Sans. - ( ART NOT MINE )

You and US sans are going to do very lewd thing for the first time. But things get a little hotter with papy involved.