Fear... Thats all I knew. Hiding was all I could do. Crying was almost a second nature. Until I met him. <13+ recommended> <Language warning> <Includes Mature Content; Several mentions of s*xual abuse> <Completed> Book cover by: me

[ SEQUEL TO THE 6TH SOUL ] "What do we do now? "Simple. We hunt the Hunter." -

------------------------- "Well would you prefer 'glasses' or 'human'?" He smirks. "..." You glare at the smoking skeleton. "Then Doc it is." ------------------------- Things to remember: | Author's Notes (A/ns) are written like this. | | Swearing. No lemon. Just fluff. If lemons shall be added, they'll be censored. Basically lemon-free. | | Story is written in my point of view (author's) and is a slow burn. | | This guide will be updated regularly, so don't forget to check it out every time somethin new pops up. | (Y/n) = Your Name (L/n) = Your Last Name (E/c) = Eye color (H/c) = Hair color (S/c) = Skin color ~~~ = Start/End of Chapter ***** = Time skip '___' in Italics = Thoughts ••••• = :) + ___ + = POV Switch First published on June 10, 2017 Last part published on January 23, 2018 Sequel is deleted. I do not own Echotale, maybe some drawings, the music, or Gaster!Sans. They all belong to their respective authors, artists and or composers. But I do own the cover art, maybe some other drawings, and the story. You? Well, you belong to G.

You're an athlete, simple as that. You've thought about dancing, but you figured it was never your strong suit. One day, your friends drag you to their dance practice and you are introduced to their friends. In the group of new-monster-friends, one of them catches your eye. Suddenly, dancing doesn't seem like a bad idea...

"Do you think even the worst person can change, that everyone can be a good person, only if they just try?" -- If you want to read a good book, go on my account and read chat logs. This one is shitty -- Justice. That's the trait of you, (Y/N). The 6th soul fell into the underground. She wasn't alone though, she had a husky, as white as snow to accompany her on her journey. Struggling to find the right path, she makes friends with a whole lot of monsters. This is the story about the 6th soul. [ TRIGGER WARNING ] [ HEAVY LANGUAGE ]

Warning! There is a chance that there will be spoilers for the pacifist run of undertale. I recommend finishing that before reading this. There won't be any spoilers for the no mercy run, so don't worry about that! Also, don't worry about anything NSFW/lemon if that's not what you're into-there won't be any of that here. You're a human that's fallen down into the underground. You've decided that you'll stay instead of going home after fighting Asgore and sparing him. Now, you had made some great friendships while in the underground-but one of those friends in particular was one you'd like to be a little more than friends with... Aaaa an X reader fic! I haven't done one of these before, but I hope you still like it!

The multiverse is in ruins. In the aftermath of a bloody war between Nightmare and Ink that cost the live of billions, the painter and the few remnants of his followers find themselves picking up the pieces of a multiverse that seems to be on the brink of collapse. Universes large and small have been erased from existence, forever altering the stability that once rang throughout all of creation. Amidst the radiation and the chaos from the war, a few strings of coding come together to form a strange creature that is not bound by the laws of space and time, a being whom might be the very thing that pushes the multiverse into eternal night and silence. And even in the dark and the shadows, amongst the retreating chaos and suffering as the first glimmer of hope emerges, a small fragment of a mysterious soul suspended in a vile lies in wait, promising a new hell all the while.

Orphaned. Left alone, the definition of it. Like a fantasy, or a dream, saved by a being willing enough to take you under their wing and keep you safe. With secrets to be shared, stories to be told, the months pass by as you trade your lives. Given warmth, Given care, Given love. But so insignificant is your life compared to what lies beyond, what is going outside of the safety and comfort of what you thought to be a normal life. What tall tales lie underneath the happiness you found. ((I wrote this when I was twelve, please stop readInG IT-))