The War Amongst Us (W.D. Gaster X Reader) Chap. 1 by TheIndianaCrew, literature
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The War Amongst Us (W.D. Gaster X Reader) Chap. 1
War, it is the absolute path of death and destruction yet, you were stuck right in the middle of it. Your name is (y\n) (l\n), you have been working as a spy and a solider in this war for eight months. Tensions between humans and monsters have always been high, even as a small child you were taught never to trust a monster. They were as slippery as eels and as untrustworthy as conmen. Every human knew that if you ever let your guard down when a monster was around, they'd steal your soul immediately without guilt. So, that's why mankind finally made the right choice of fighting the monsters. Once the humans were victorious, they'd seal the mon
Undertale Grillby X Reader (Burning Love) by TheIndianaCrew, literature
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Undertale Grillby X Reader (Burning Love)
With a sigh, you picked up a towel and began wiping down the tables at Grillby's. It had been a very long day of work and you and Grillby had worked late into the night serving customers. It was around three AM and you were just ready to go home and rest for the night.
But to your disappointment, you still had quite a few jobs to do before Grillby's officially closed for the night. Sweep the floors, wipe off the counter, restock the shelves, mop the kitchen and wash the dishes. At least Grillby was here to help you close up, though that was his job.
Speaking of Grillby, he walked in from the back and grabbed the broom. "I've mopped the kitc
|Skeleton Puns| Sans x Reader | Soulmate!AU by AnubisNightingale, literature
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|Skeleton Puns| Sans x Reader | Soulmate!AU
Warning: Spoilers for both routes.
And yes, all skeleton puns in this one-shot are implied.
{Soulmate AU: Your soulmate's first words to you are
tattooed onto your wrist.}
Sans was tired.
Or he might even say he was bone tired.
He was tired of his job, tired of timelines, tired of his brother dying, tired of the murderous little children, tired of being tired, tired of everything. It was even a daunting task nowadays to get out of bed in the morning. Why wouldn't it be? He watched his friends die almost every day now. Over and over and over and over.
Papyrus's death was the hardest, and there wasn't a single time that Sans didn't cry. H