Sans-centric Stories

Player wish for SOMETHING new to happen. With that he changes script and Sans see world for what it is.

Throughout all the humans to fall down, all the souls to shatter, and every reset, there is a memory. Where reality meets void, and fragments of memory are joined by seams of darkness, there is a presence. Years spent on the surface dull such things, reducing them to faint whispers in the deepest reaches of the mind - to vague terrors in the night. But a jump too far begins the unraveling, and the cracks that form are not so easily fixed. As the cycle resumes, the veil tears, and the presence grows stronger. Just how many cracks can a SOUL hold before it breaks?

~underswap AU, undertale~ ~First Undertale Fanfiction~ ~(FIRST)Cover Photo |EDIT| by EZ-Dayz~ ~(NEW)Cover Photo |EDIT| by DraconaMalp~ Sans was small. That was easy to see right away. The real question is: Is he any less capable than any other monster? To Sans, of course he is! He was the magnificent Sans, why wouldn't he be? Him and his brother have very different views. So, when one of them is lost, what are they to do?