Echosans Stories

In a bar that a friend of yours called Grillby's had, You were called to sing on that club, And you decided to accept it. Afterall, You needed some money and you were free, Until while you were finished singing and waved goodbye for the watchers, Grillby poked your shoulder and whispered about a skeleton staring at you. Once you looked behind you, You noticed a tall skeleton. "Care to dance?" He said in a calm and gentle voice, Having a small but tired smile on his face, He had his hand for you to accept. He seemed rather.. Elegant and fancy, but humble.

"Dream, I-" The glare Dream sent his way was enough to silence Echo, Dream's eyelights having shrunk to small, red pinpricks. "𝘋𝘰. 𝙉𝙤𝙩. 𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘔𝘦." 〜 Dream was overthinking... again. The question was unavoidable, no matter how positive he was, and no matter how fleeting those negative moments were. Did Echo really love him? Was it all because of his unfailing positive aura? Did Echo grow greedy for the positivity? Did he somehow manipulate Echo into 'falling in love' with him? What'll happen next? What will Dream do? What's going to happen to their relationship? Will it Bloom into something stronger or will the love Blackout into something stained a darker, LOVE-tinted red? WARNING: Heavy angst. I own none of the characters. Cover made by @Kit0fCATastrophe, creator of the Fatealiatale AU and Echo!Sans. Dream and Dreamtale belong to jokublog Undertale belongs to Toby Fox (Blackout has been republished)

Hello I'm Echo Sans or G Sans either way it's me. I'm going to tell you all a story of how I kinda saved the AUs with my buddy Ink. I hope you enjoy.

Ever since Echo Sans or G!Sans what monsters called him. Anyways since G!Sans discovered about Alternative Universes one of the Sanses but they told him to kept it a secret. He was curious about other Alternative Universes so he randomly opened portal to other Alternative Universe which he didn't knew it was Altertale. He walked through the portal but he start to fall down. When he landed on the golden flowers his head get hit by the ground not on the golden flowers. His surroundings became slowy blurry. [Continue reading in the story]