Postpacifistrun Stories

Your name is Alex and you live in the small town next to City of Ebbot. It's been 3 years since the monsters have been freed and you keep meeting a certain skeleton since the Freedom Festival.

Dark, darker, yet darker. The darkness keeps growing in your life. You don't know why, but there's someone relentlessly haunting you. He won't leave you alone, and every dream you have is a nightmare. It seems peace is currently impossible for you. What great evil could possibly want to harm you? You never felt that you had done any evil unto anyone else...if anything, you felt like your life was just a long list of things you'd never done. Was your insecurity in itself a sin? Don't jump to conclusions so fast, you poor, tortured soul. Harm may not be what this force wants to inflict after all. It may just be a distorted cry for help. In this post-pacifist route story, get support from well beloved characters as well as new ones, and delve deep into your curiosities and sympathies for one of Undertale's most mysterious characters. Dive in an reap the fruit of the void! Also on my Deviantart! http://rechtbrecher75.deviantart.com/gallery/60771559/Fruit-of-the-Void-Gaster-x-Reader

In this story, YOU are the main character and Frisk's sibling (who has no gender by the way). You live a pretty normal life (at least as much as you can with all the new friends they made underground). Well, until a certain day. Afterall there wouldn't be a story if that wasn't the case, would there? ;) Monsters (or should I say : Ebotians) have a few difficulties adjusting to the surface and being accepted by humans. And apparently a small group of ebotians are making troubles and vandalism in the city. You found one of them by hazard, a small skeleton, hurt more than only physically. He went through hell and seemingly never got back. With the help of your friends and the knowledge of the skelebros, you manage to take care of this small buddy. Sorry, it's not a romance type love-story, although love is present. Hard times, happy times, sweet times, sad ones... This story is full of those!^^ (I'm better at writing than doing a summary, sorry about that ^^' )

Pacifist. Neutral. Genocide. SAVE. LOAD. RESET. Over, and over again. Living through an endless loop has started to take its toll on Sans. Eventually, he just doesn't care anymore. It's the same routine, scripted as if it were some endless book, a never ending cycle. Becoming withdrawn is one thing, depression is another.. Thoughts of suicide is when things get out of hand. Especially when people start to notice. So after monsters finally make it to the surface, they get a little worried for their skeletal friend. Too bad it'll just repeat again... Right? [WARNING: story contains depression, PTSD, graphic violence, and thoughts of suicide, more info inside] (I do not own cover image; can be found in my "favs" on my DA. All rights to their respected owners.) Be aware, I started writing this when I was , like, 14. While some of it's nowhere near as cringy as I expected, I advise you stick to at least chapter 3 until you decide if it's worth reading or not.]