Sans. He is a serious skeleton who is part of the Mafia, and he doesn't like to take shit from anyone. Well, maybe apart from his own boss, Asgore. He can't really say no to him. Especially when he is set out on a mission with Asgore's son Asriel to catch a Mafia traitor. However, a strange girl decides to get in the way, and Sans feels like his life is going to become nothing but more frustration when he is told to look after her. There's not really a lot to be known about the girl. Except that her name is Frisk, and she doesn't seem one to like the idea of killing. But there's always the chance that might change when she begins to live among a dangerous group known as the Mafia. The art for the cover isn't drawn by me! (I wish I was that good at art! xD) The original art can be found here: https://rebelgirls.deviantart.com/art/Mafiatale-Frisk-668373673 (I think the drawing of Sans got taken down but if I can find it I will link it here!)

I'm not sure if anyone will really read this, but upon looking I can't seem to find any of these. So I just thought it'll be a nice idea :) a friend of mine made the cover Feel free to request an imagine for a character or if there is a preference you'd like me to cover

You're now independent, alone in your much-too-big house... well, it would be too big if you were living alone. After an interesting then of events, however, you are definitely not living alone. There'll be a lot of slashers in this book, and I'll be adding more as I go along. For now, I'll be adding Ghostface based off of Danny 'Jed Olsen' Johnson from Dead by Daylight since i can't decide on a Ghostface from the movies, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhes, Bubba Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Norman Bates, Hannibal Lecter, Thomas Hewitt and Brahms Heelshire.

Is it still considered a backstory if the protagonist doesn't exist? Companion story to "Reset".

[Second book in the 'Mommy' trilogy] Harper thought it was all over. She thought that Mommy was gone, and that they would be safe. And that was true. Mommy was gone--only Harper ends up finding herself with someone just as bad...maybe far worse. Harper and Rosabeth find themselves in a place they can't escape. A place full of horror, schedules, and a strong smell of bleach...they find themselves in Daddy's house. Once she realizes what this place is made of, she looks for a way out. But this escape is nothing like Mommy's. This place has no way out, and the only way to be set free of this terror-filled home...is to kill its creator. ***TRIGGER WARNING!! DADDY MAY TOUCH UPON SENSITIVE SUBJECTS SO VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED***

*FEATURED STORY* As Judge for King Asgore Dreemurr, Sans has seen a lot of strange stuff. But when he wakes up with the feeling that something is completely wrong, he decides it's time to investigate with the only monster who could know what was happening: Royal Scientist W.D. Gaster.

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK THREE --- What a wonderful little secret this was though. If you hadn't been able to follow the signs you would have never found it - a real travesty. Everything you could possibly need resided here in some form or another - feverfew sprang up in little bunches from the ground, accompanied by echinacea. Gingko trees around the place offered their leaves down to you in little bundles. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought someone had planted it all here... A rustle from the bushes behind you stopped your train of thought in its track, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. Your hand withdrawing from the bundle of milk thistle it had been about to grab, you slowly turned, mind filling with all a matter of wild animals that could be lurking in this wood. A pair of soft brown eyes peered out from one of the clumps of brush, staring directly at you.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

"𝙤𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙖𝙝! 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣 𝙚-𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡?" ʜᴇ ɢᴀꜱᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ. "𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙚-𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡" ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛʟʏ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ. ━━━━━━━━━━━マインクラフト @ᴇᴍᴄᴛɪᴄɴᴀʟʟʏʟᴇᴡᴅ 11.19.20 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𑁍ࠬ┈┈╮ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ!ᴍᴄʏᴛ x ꜰ!ᴏᴄ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ | ꜱʜɪᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇꜱ ╰┈┈𑁍ࠬ月が綺麗ですね┈ ،، :🐾 : 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬/𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐬; 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬