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For as long as you remember, you've only known nothing but cold and the feeling of worthlessness. You once had a source of light in the dark but it no longer exists. Will you find it again with your clouded thoughts and memories? Or will you succumb to the rising waters and drown?
In which, you are an AU sans with severe depression, self worth issues and hazy memories of yourself—just wanting to go home…
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Firstborn of the Matriach’s Firstborn.
Eldest of your generation.There was a reason you ended up the way you are. It’s hard to pinpoint how and why.
There must have also been a reason why you became Sans and another reason why your own little brother became Papyrus. But you simply could not understand.
Your nonexistent brain couldn’t even try to comprehend anything anymore when you were pulled out of your universe and into a basement full of other Sanses and Papyruses
“classic got bored, tried to tinkle his machine—“
“why say it like that.”
“—to find his gaster—“
“i love it.”
“—and out popped another pair of brothers.”
“i love everything that’s wrong with this.”And an unlikely relationship blossomed.
“He’s not that bad.”
“BITCH, YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HIM. I WANNA BURN HIS CAR JUST TO GET EVEN.”
“You’re not that bad either.”
“ARE YOU TELLING ME TO GO FUCK MYSELF?!”
“HOPEFULLY YOU DON’T BECAUSE WE’RE ALL THE SAME PERSON.”
“WHY DON’T YOU SAVE ME THE IMAGERY AND JUST DUST OFF.”Although you can drop dead as people so lovingly recommend. But…
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You wake up as someone who has nothing left to lose, stranded in an Underground that's slowly dwindling in life. Despite being capable of crossing the barrier, you don't dare to, when you have a personal endeavor and promise in mind.
It's a different story when you're transported into an ideal alternate timeline, where your oath is rendered void. Here, with your various counterparts, you don't appreciate reliving the life of a prisoner-- especially when it's enforced by a reflection of what your Sans could've been.
(OR: In a pacifist timeline, an alternate Sans possessing a human soul appears, risking the newly established peace between humans and monsters. If Classic Sans had hair, he's pretty sure he'd still end up bald.)
[A Various x Sans!Reader fic.]
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- Part 1 of parallax error
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You died. Sans died. But in the void between life and death, you found each other, and a chance to live again.
Merged into one body with a dying child skeleton, you wake up in the middle of a brutal war between humans and monsters. With baby Papyrus to protect and your brother Gaster's experiments turning you into something more (and less) than human, survival means running, fighting, and holding onto whatever shreds of innocence you can preserve.Or: Isekai War AU where you get hit by Truck-kun, merge with Sans, become a child soldier, and eventually end up in a polyamorous found family with 14+ skeletons. Features: PTSD, creative use of green magic, so many puns, and the aggressive pursuit of a normal childhood for Papyrus.
no stripes or brother/brother are involved in romance.
Ask not for whom Truck-Kun honks, Truck-Kun honks for thee
This is entirely plotted out and outlined but will not have a set release schedule
The background is finally done! If you dont like war AU's you can officially skip to the middle of Chapter 10 and it becomes a 10 skeleton story.
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You didn’t deserve this. No one deserved this. You were a good person; once. You only did what you had to. Did what you were ordered to do. You never wanted to become this. You never wanted to become a weapon. You never wanted to fight in a stupid war. You never wanted your brother to forget you and not even recognize you on the battlefield. And you especially didn’t want to wake up after taking a lethal blow for him to find yourself in a damned basement with the characters you idolized in a past life; looking at you like some mindless monster. But you were a monster. A skeleton monster with magic and LV higher than any person could stay sane with. And you were so painfully sane. And alive. So regrettably alive.