With the memories and scars of the past, Frisk struggles to get by now that the monsters have been welcomed to the surface. Nightmares following her misfortune, a special skeleton decides to try and help her push through them. Doing his best to ignore the hatred he still has against her. ~~~ This story will include: - Self harm - Curse words - Attempts of Suicide - Terrible Writing I do NOT own Undertale, only the story. Completed sometime in 2017??? Note: 20/3/2022 I'm not proud of this story oof. Seriously, if you want an actual story, skip this because my edgy adolescent ass from years ago wrote this. Please don't flame this even though it deserves it- there's a reason i've abandoned this entire account already lmao.

Smut warning- This is a book of one shot stories that appear in two parts. The first part is always storyline, where I'll set the scene to lead into the second part- smut. If you're here looking for sex scenes, skip to part 2 of every story. If not, then enjoy my unique take on AUs for Mark and Ethan's relationship. I also take requests! If you have one, feel free to comment on the first chapter titled 'Welcome'. (Message me if you want your request to stay anonymous.) Thank you for reading, Dee 💙

In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)