Dustale Stories

"Now y/n chose,who will you want to be with...."the skeletons asked..... Heya guys! DJ blue jay here sorry about my other books school is making me busy and requirements is stressing me out so...enjoy the book!!

Blue- hello human Ink- hey Dream- hi Cross- hello Nightmare- uhhh Error- what Dust - sup Come Join the star sanes and the bad sanes.

DUSTALE SANS X READER~ ___________________________________ y/n is your name s/c is soul color e/c is eye color plz dont kill me f/c is fav color*hides in le corner* and i think thats it

This contains Bitty x Bitty and Bitty x reader oneshots

You were just a normal college student, you didn't expect to wake up in a house full of very familiar-looking skeletons from different games, let alone next to a giant one with a gaping hole in its head. You were already stressed out with trying to find out how you had gotten there in the first place, you didn't need the added stress of finding out that you were the soulmate to all of them coming in a facepalming you when you were already knocked on the ground.

(The first book I wrote. And it's CRINGE ASF. IT'S LIKE PROBABLY 4 OR 5 YEARS AGO. I don't even remember what this book is about 💀 Also this book is broke, I cant publish some of the chapters fsr- I'm republishing this only because I wanted to read the coments LMAO) Have I seen you before? Have we met before? All I remember was...We fell in love before I opened my eyes letting the sun shine on me. Doing my usual things Until I was walking on the street Seeing you again... Is this love story a lie? Or mostly... Is it all 'Just A Dream' ?

This story will make you cry, And it is using 2 of my Aus, Dustale and Create-a-tale.

The God of Negativity had snapped and killed everyone. Aside from his brother, who is now entrapped in stone. He's on a mission for the impossible, find teammates and get a home to reside in. This will prove to be either easy or hard depending on where he can go. Nightmare finds himself talking to seemingly nothing. It posses him, the soul inside the apple that had drawn him in. Constructive criticism is allowed, I'm aware my writing can be shite. Horror is Axe in this fix, Dust will be known as Murder. Thank you for your patience and time.

I'mma lazy person so just read da story... READING IS GOOD FOR YOU... (Alright I'll stop...)

You just went threw another pacifist route, and died Asgore killed you. So you reset, not on purpose you you just forgot to savepoint. You where back in the Ruins but something was off... no flowey and goat mom... as you walk to snowdin, theres no one, but then you see him...

You thought your life was like any other fools. A tragic backstory, and then you grew up and had to work till you died. That's it. Not much... much... uh... not uh.... "Well uh.... skeletons?" Oh boy, shits about to hit the fan. ------------------------------------- This is a rewrite of 'Three Bitty Monsters' and there will be several changes, small and large. It will still have the same basic storyline, but it will be more accurate. Not only to the characters personalities, but how they'd act during the time. This will take place in the canon AU of Undertale but will start a week before the monsters are released, It will be a platonic story, and I will try to use a they/them reader. It's likely it will cover some hard topics, but you will be warned at the start of them chapter. There will be multiple ending, reaching from 'More True' to 'Less True'. I hope you all enjoy this story as much or more as the last version of this. Thank you.

This, will not have a regular upload schedule, and will just be as the name suggest my own head canons, for the characters.

Dust Sans is struggling to adjust in the Omega Timeline. He and Core Frisk have a chat.

This is just a story about killer, our main protagonist, breaking the fourth wall for fun. Killer will be put into random scenarios and every new chapter won't be connected to the other, but there might be an over arching story later in the series. think of it like family guy or rick and morty, but it's killer doing random stuff.

i really only did this for fun. There is going to be swearing in this. this is a pretty fluffy story. Dust in this story is a little flirty and suductive. The reader (you) is pretty chill and sorta shy. i might do a lemon at some point. if you dont want me to just tell me. same goes if you do want me to. i actually dont expect anyone to read this but ehh. ACTUALL DISCRIPTION NOW You weren't really liked by many people at school. You weren't bullied or anything. People just preferred not to talk to you. But your parents. That was a different story. They HATED you. Not hate as in they didnt let you have cereal for dinner or something like that. no. They hated you as in they used you as a slave. You decided to leave that place and start somewhere else all by yourself. But things don't go according to plan. And you meet someone who is unlike everyone else you've met. But should you trust this person.

At universe academy, there are two people from different universes who will meet in chance or accident. But they both fight , and that is Cross Chara and Horror Sans, these two love birds can sometimes get stuck to wired convicts due to that , these two don't get well to talking each other , all they do is fight . But will they both feel love for each other as they were Meant to be Loved.

this is originally a gift for my friend so shoutout to KindaAndyIGuess for being an amazing person They're a huge Nightmare simp so I hope they enjoy this fanfiction along with anyone else who reads this and enjoys it if you wish to treat it as a reader x nm go ahead but I ask please don't claim it is because in reality it's not a reader x nm again please enjoy it! art and characters belong to their respective owners I don't claim anything but the story <3

Just some poems I had made. I'm not really good at descriptions. Just read if your interested and please give me some feedback.

Pese al saber que su propio hermano no existe, que solo era una representación de su locura, no le importaba, su locura era tanta que se había enamorado de su propia ilusión, raro, ¿pero que?, no importa, total, no es como si pudiera hacer algo además de matar, estaba loco, era todo, o tal vez... ¿estaba más que loco?, quien sabe. (historia propia creada por mi)