Sans has gotten himself stuck in the void between worlds in a successful attempt to stop the resets of his timeline. He's not sure how long he's been chillin' alone there, but eventually a chance at escape stumbles his way in from the Veil of Death. His name?-Sirius Black.

After five years travelling the world, Harry Potter has landed in New York. He figures that there's no better place than the city that never sleeps to settle in and forge a new life. If only the heroes, villains, aliens and spies had received the message. Begins just before the Avengers movie and continues through the MCU. Expect a long story with some extra faces along the way.

( This is the third book to Sans' House Guests, you should go read that and Shadows of Remorse before you read this because you will be confused on what the heck is happening! This is an original crossover story between Undertale and CreepyPasta where Sans is the main character and makes some CreepyPasta friends! I own neither UnderTale or CreepyPasta, I just own this story and crossover idea! Read the first story here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/192345936-sans%27-house-guests-creepypasta-x-undertale ) 17 years. It's been 17 years since Sans had last been heard from, and his old friends and family have grown to accept that he wasn't coming back. They made their mistakes, they pushed Sans out of their lives. It was only fair that he lived his on his own accord. And if Sans didn't want Papyrus to be included in that life, then that was fair. But it doesn't look like either have a choice when their lives clash again.

(This is the sequel to Sans' House Guests, you should go read that before you read this because you will be confused on what the heck is happening! Read the first story here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/192345936-sans%27-house-guests-creepypasta-x-undertale ) After the events over the months, Sans had finally called out to Slenderman and was taken to the mansion, where he would finally find peace with who he was. Surrounded by friends, he was going to be happy finally. Running from the law now, and taking care of serial killers, it was an odd joy for him. But he was still happy, and that's all that matters. However, others from his past lurk beneath their shadows of remorse, and Sans has to deal with more troubles.

The surface was not what Sans thought it would be. Lack of communication skills, communication in general, and social interaction had driven him into a depressed and anxious state of loneliness so deep that it'd take a gang of serial killers to help drag him out and fix his problems. Literally, it took a gang of murderers called CreepyPasta just to set things right. The world acts in funny ways. (REWRITE IN PROGRESS - Be warned, this story is old and is not properly written to handle certain topics regarding mental health.)

SEQUEL TO LOVING A VILLAIN There were sparks when we met, but not the kind that you would think. One look at him quite literally knocked me out. Seriously. I was unconscious. He was not some shining hero on a white horse, who swooped in and saved the day. No he put the Hero's head through a wall and laughed. Overall, he and I are a complete shit show. Complete. Shit show. He isn't nice. Or kind. Or hell, even legally decent. And he sure as hell isn't sane. Through all his shitty qualities, the villainous attitude, and even all the multiple attempts on my life. I fell for the villain of the century. My damn luck. Blue Doom. But did we get the semi-happy ending? Or at least the one you're suppose to get when you end up with the villain of the story. But no. I get the short stick. He's nothing I ever imagined, but everything I'll ever need. I already fell in love with the villain, now its time for me to save his crazy ass.

I shouldn't have been walking around alone at night. I shouldn't have stopped and watch the obviously crazy man set the building on fire. And I sure of hell shouldn't have accidentally caught his attention. Then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have been kidnapped by the world's most evil super villain. And then hopefully right now I wouldn't be wishing that he wasn't completely crazy, and wanted to kill every super hero in the world, and that he would, I don't know, take me to the movies, hold my hand as we walked together, or maybe take me to dinner one night. You know normal, cute couple stuff. Instead he likes to kick puppies when no ones watching, dropping me from high buildings, and throwing people into traffic, annoyingly. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't have been taken by someone who's whole mission in life is to watch every super die, and cackle evilly while he thinks of it. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't start feeling bad for this super villain. Maybe I wouldn't be questioning everything I've ever learned about him. And God forbid, I wouldn't be loving a villain.