[Y/N] lived with her adoptive mother Toriel for a while. How long is that? About three years. Throughout the time, the monsters in the Ruins know her as if they were her siblings. Flowey became way nicer each day around her, losing his soulless behavior. He cares about her so much he promise to protect her. All was well... Until she sneaked out of the Ruins. Going from Grillby's to the Librar(b)y, she went around having fun. Laws did apply, 16 being the age to leave past curfew, 18 being the age to finally date, and 21 to legally marry. One day, I slipped from my own mouth of the presence of a Princess... And Asgore ordered the Royal Guard to break the door to the Ruins... (Cover art made by Zayn-Inverse on DeviantArt)

The only way to the top in this world, this world born of war, born of death, the only way of ascension? ...is to become someone you don't want to be. And so I've got to break a promise. Because I've got a job to do. And there's no-one who's going to keep me from it. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ How can something so enticing have such awful side affects? All the itching and the scratching from withdrawl keeps me out of check, I am fixated on all of the things that we were together, but those are fragments that are better off lost forever. (Crystalline- Gumi English)

Highest Rank: #290 in Fanfiction ××× "Its a mad, mad, world out there, girlie. And your kind just makes it madder." Everyone has a lock. Some people are lucky enough to find someone who holds the key. Opal's lock has been rusted and unused for years. But when a bipolar skeleton wipes away the dust and doesn't mind the rust on her edges, she can tell she's in for one hell of a ride. ××× "That star looks like you." He said randomly, guiding your hand to see the star he was looking at. "How the hell is a star supposed to look like me?" You said, leaning your head on his shoulder. He ignored your sarcastic response and mumbled quietly to himself, "It's the brightest one of all." ×××

A mysterious virus that spreads across the nation as fast as lightening. No way to cure it and no way to survive from it. But could there be a way to somehow be immune to it? Could their really be a cure if someone could possibly could be carrying it within their body? It's only a matter of time before everyone is apart of the walking dead. Smut will be in later later chapters. I want the characters to build a good friendship bond. Then it'll lead up as time goes by. I don't like rushed stories. -cringe- This is about you surviving the zombie apocalypse. Modern A/U. The year is 2020. The characters aren't mine except for an O/C that will be the villain later on in the story.

(Y/n) has had a rough life, how could it get any worse? Let's let G answer that. ~~ This is a Complete Rewrite of Hold Still! I don't own any of the pictures or Songs.

What would you do if you were framed for a crime you didn't do? What will happen if you fall in love with the biggest, baddest criminal there?

18 year old girl, named (Y/n), is on the run, accused of murder. Whether or not she actually murdered them, that's her secret. She's on the run from the police, and going down a dark path. She lives in an abandoned motel with her friends (bff/n), (f/n), and (2/f/n). They are all in a situation of life or death, and capture or surrender means death to these friends. Will the four survive, or will they be met with a sweet, sweet, surprise?

"If just this once, maybe it's time to spare a human, this human is quite broken and needs as much fixing as the rest of the world. Son, listen to me." That was what Sans heard the night of the second war. "He's coming now." That was what you heard from the mysterious voice that occasionally spoke to you.

Routine. The entirety of every living thing is dominated by it, human or monster. Everything HAS to be the same. It was in this that you were the exception. For you everything was new, every time line a detailed altered in order to satisfy your sadistic desire for a new ending, whether it be only a few details of dialogue altered or something else entirely. Monsters you once considered family you now butcher and slaughter without a second thought, after all, that's what the Reset is there for, right? And all at once it stops. Your small hold over the Underground is ripped away from you and you are thrown into a dying timeline, monsterkind's final attempt at self-preservation. You're alone, completely and utterly alone. Except one. And he has a bone to pick with you.