Les Bads et Les Stars jouent à un jeu qui pourrait bien... changer leurs vies

{Note: This is a sequel to my book 'Fallen'. Make sure you've read that before reading this.} Ink is gone. Error struggles with that reality. His friends are no longer around to help him, and he starts to fall into darkness. He starts to lose hope. He starts to give up. But a lost soul saves him. ... It seems there is more to this then they thought..

I dunno wut im doing, sorry if its bad ;~; Some Background: Most alternate sanses are attending a highschool, call the school whatever you like. This takes place in an AU thats not really an AU, seeing as there are no undertale characters. There is a "Gang" in this school, it is comprised of Nightmare, Error, Cross, Killer, Horror, and Dust. Everyone is afraid of them, except for the Star Sanses. Eventually, one of the star sanses, Ink, is able to befriend one of the bad guys, Error. Error starts to develop feelings for the artist, but, when something bad happens to Ink, error wonders if he'll ever get a chance. {This is an extremely slow-burn! You have been warned.}

This is a story of a Zombie apocalypse which the sans au's go through, following in the perspective of either nightmare, Error or a third person dream. They're trying to leave the dangerous city that they called 'safety and opportunity', many shall not leave, others may be lost out of boarder. First story written! Also not good, new updated version. A group of scientists - kind of including Science but since he's amazing it's not his fault... - made a special completely confusing disease that involved in the death of the brain but not the body. They are separated into different ways of their lives(?) The bite to eat and the bite of create. One is to feed themselves the other is to carry on their quickly spreading disease. My art as the cover! Yes it is definitely not the best but it's not the worst! Characters are sans aus (sorry if it's incorrect or spelt wrong!): Nightmare/dream - Joku Killer - Rahafwabas Error - Crayon Queen Dust - Ask-Dusttale Horror - sourapplestudios Blue - P0pcornPr1nce Ink - Comyet Ccino - (no clue) Red - under community(?) Reaper - Ren Geno - Crayon Queen ⚠️Warning ⚠️ Not finished Bad detail Gore Character deaths

This is an Undertale book! High school's tough for everyone. Everyone has something they hate or dislike about it. We all face problems and have our good and bad days. So how will a bunch of skeletons cope with living the life of a student? This is my second book and shall include all of my favourite sanscest ships. Enjoy!

Error, a weapon of mass destruction made from pure radiation and dangerous substances. He never knew the meaning of compassion, only tests and syringes. Then he met Ink, a friendly artist who teaches him the definition of kindness and even the definition of...... love.

This is a story about Lust and Horror. This story is the least known love story, so I'm going to share it with you...

Vous n'avez pas idée de tout ce qu'il peut arriver dans un lycée en une année scolaire, surtout quand profs et élèves sont des monstres et qu'une nouvelle surveillante décide de jouer les cupidons /!\ je n'ai pas respecté tous les personnages, et je m'en excuse, sorry

Ils étaient meilleurs amis, se partageaient tout... Inséparables. Enfin, jusqu'à ce jour où tout a changé... Et de meilleurs amis ils sont devenus pires ennemis. Mais qui sait ? Peut-être que cela changera ? I l f a u t j u s t e l e u r l a i s s e r d u t e m p s. . . (Écrit en collaboration avec @CharaEtFriskBruhTale / @_Theoku_ ) /!\Cette fanfiction est un ErrInk qui contient/contiendra également du DustBerry et du DreamMare /!\

les souvenirs... ce sont l'une des choses les plus importantes qui nous représentent.... tous le monde à des souvenirs, autant enfant que ancien, Autant Homme que Femme, Autant Humain que monstres et autant Mortel que Vampire... ils sont notre identité... nos espoirs, nos Illusions nos rêves, nos cauchemars, nos rire... nos Pleurs nos peur... nos erreurs et ... nos amour... mais même si Sans cela nous ne sommes plus réellement nous, notre vie ne se termine pourtant point, Car, Le destin, nous guide en secret vers un chemin bien différent du passer que nous avons oublié... et c'est en le rencontrant que j'ai compris...