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.

The Universe is vast. And if there is anything confusing that having two of yourself, it is having a vast plethora of others similar to yourself, that have the same name, and mostly the same form. However, that seems to be the least of Classic Sans's worries when he gets to meet all of his AU counterparts for the first time. With the knowledge of every reset under his belt, and experience at his side, it seems as though he will have to teach the other forms of himself acceptance, understanding and how to be a good family while he himself hides what hurts him the most. However, everyone has their boiling point, and it seems that there is no such thing as diamonds in the rough when it comes to the subject that is mister "W.D Gaster' and his troubles. In the end for Classic, everything boils down to depends on everyone around him, and himself to truly get things right. "No one has to be alone, No one is born evil. Everyone can make a difference." // Welcome to a general fan-book that is going to be written in a script format, because I have nothing better to do in my life and I am literally just wasting away here. Please help me, I am going to die of boredom... :'(// //The cover art is not mine. Please, if you know the artist, remind them of how great their art is and please give feedback on my chapters. There is no set pairing either. So also keep that in mind. //

[discontinued] This book is discontinued, but the rewrite is in progress and already published, so go check that out.

Sans and Papyrus were your best friends until randomly they just cut off all contact with you. This went for everyone else in your life so it didn't really hurt that much when they did. The only question is why they didn't do it sooner. So after two years of loneliness, what was originally a drop off turned into a hospital trip, a broken leg, and your once best friends now homeless. What should be happening is them owing you a thanks for rescuing their so called, "Cousins" from a fire. Yet here you are offering them a place to stay, at your big ass mansion for the next eight months. So now you live with the people who abandoned you, along with their so called "family" who by the way don't really like you because you're a mage, but it's barely relevant to the plot so - What could possibly go wrong? Cover by EverLovingCheeseCake

I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS LIKE 10 I'M SORRY-