Undertale Sans and Papyrus x ReaderYou've been walking through the snow covered lands for hours, sparing enemies leftUndertale Sans and Papyrus x Reader3 weeks ago in Short Stories
and right. The cold winds cling to your bones as you slowly trudge through the deep
snow. You have been keeping an eye out for Papyrus's next puzzle, or even one of
San's random job-stands, but all you've seen so far is deep silent snow.
You begin to feel sleepy as your body weakens, a sinking feeling washes over you. Despite the harsh
cold whirring around your frigid form, warmth envelops your weak tired body as your
eyes flutter shut.
While strolling on his way back to his post, Sans caught his slipper on something in the
snow and fell flat on his boney face.
"Heh, what a nice Trip that was. I should take another next Fall." Sans chuckled to
himself, sad that his brother wasn't around to acknowledge how funny he was. He dusted
the snow from his coat and turned to see what had tripped him up.
"Oh man, it's (y/n)! Kid, what are you doing out here? The snow is no place to catch Z's,
all you'll catch is a
The man who never stopped workingThe man who never stopped working1 week ago in Short Stories
Car rental office manager: Verk Bussier.
G-Dir Employee ID: 82-52-94.
I still recall that day, the day when everything changed.
The day began with a call that beeped in my head.
I right clicked the answer button with my eye.
The Human Resources Director appeared in front of me. Grumpy cat stared at me from his tie. It was not good news, I figured. The Director wouldn't wear a grumpy cat tie otherwise.
"Verk, you are my old friend from college, so I'm gonna be straight up with you:
The corporation is downsizing all human workers and replacing everyone in the Service industry with Dex units and AI System apps. I suggest you start looking for a new job, right now."
"I love my job, sir. I am willing to do anything to keep it!"
"Love is not relevant, profit is. Dex Units are simply put... cheaper and more efficient than humans."
"I'll be more efficient!" I pleaded.
"Verk, don't be a stubborn fool, ask Annie for a new job or go on unemployment. I saw the memo. It already went out. As
Death Battle: Blob vs. SnorlaxDeath Battle: Blob vs. Snorlax1 week ago in Short Stories
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let's settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It's time for a Blubber Battle!!!
Las Vegas, Nevada
Las Vegas was truly at its most wonderful-looking at night, the entire city shining as though it were day instead of evening. While some people were wandering the extravagant lightshow of a city, today was different. Many lights were broken and left parts of the city in darkness, and people were screaming in terror, trying to reach safety.
The Brotherhood of Mutants had arrived. Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch alone had caused so much panic and destruction to the city, all to send a single, powerful message--humans' time was long since up, and it was time to make way for Mutants, the superior species.
One member, however, had lumbered away all to quiet his appetite. Mentioned member was gigantic, wearing a simple black suit that was holding onto its wearer by sheer miracle alone. He was also
Fashion diva (Race change, age progression TG)Fashion diva (Race change, age progression TG)1 week ago in Short Stories
Ben trudged trough the mall tiredly after a long day at school having to buy groceries was the last thing he wanted but its not like he was going to complain either
He let out a gentle sigh and walked over to the grocery store and went inside and bought some food for tonight as well as some soda and candy then paid for the stuff and started walking on his way out
Walking trough the rather crowded mall he could feel a tap on his shoulder just before the exit
He turned around to see a woman with long blonde hair in her...late 30's wearing glasses and wearing a tight black dress
''Hey there! i am happy to announce you're the winner of our little competition!''
''Excuse me?'' ben said looking at the woman rather confused
''Well, once you entered the mall you got a number right ? and i happened to see your number was 423 and the winner number was 423''
Ben looked at the note he had gotten when he walked inside and sure enough it was the same
Death Battle: Unleash the Power of the Sun!Death Battle: Unleash the Power of the Sun!5 days ago in Short Stories
Hydro Frez: This episode of Death Battle is brought to you by Sunny-D! Let the sunshine in!
Abe: Wait, when did we start advertising in our works?
Tempest: It's time for, a DEATH BATTLE!
Mid-Day, Outworld Marketplace
The marketplace of Outworld was busy, as per usual. Contrary to how one might view this realm, the citizens here were for the most part ordinary people going about their ordinary lives, bartering with the stall vendors and shopping for dinner.
In the sea of dreary brown and muted colours though, one particular individual stood out.
Wearing a form fitting purple shirt with even more form fitting pants, the muscular individual moved through a throng of people, almost as if he was lost.
Which was entirely the case, given that Jonathan Joestar belonged in Victorian England, not some distant realm in the future.
Scratching his head, Jonathan decided to follow the crowd, his attempts at trying to ask for directions only resulting i
Owen Grady x Fem!Reader [One Shot]Owen Grady x Fem!Reader [One Shot]1 month ago in Short Stories
A Little Bit of Confidence
Fandom: Jurassic World
Owen Grady x Fem!Reader
Jurassic World and its characters © WhoEverCreatedItI'mTooLazyToGoogleI'mHellaSorry
This story © Well, me, I guess. Lmao.
The Hella Fem!Reader © Yourself, or whoever you want
Unsure eyes swept cautiously across the small containment room. The floor was hard and firm beneath her steel-toed boots as she quietly shuffled closer, making sure to stay hidden behind the protective shield of Owen's back. Her hand delicately clutched at the back of the man's dirtied shirt, whilst he only smiled and led her like a train-cart towards his prized beasts.
His azure gaze flickered momentarily towards her, assuring her with a soft grin. "You said you wanted to meet them," he spoke up, taking note of her shuffling actions as she delayed the very thing she wanted. "We
Halloween Death Battle: Fiddlesticks vs. CacturneHalloween Death Battle: Fiddlesticks vs. Cacturne 1 month ago in Short Stories
Madness Abe: Alright, the votes are in and the combatants are set. Let's end this battle once and for all.
Insanus Abe: IT'S TIME FOR A HALLOWEEN DEATH BATTLE!!!
The Desert of Route 111, Hoenn....
Miles away from the nearest city, the desert that made up most of Route 111 was surprisingly quiet. Sandstorms had always been raging nearly every moment in this area, but it seemed to have long since stopped, allowing the desert to be calm for once. No noise could be heard for miles, except for the skittering of Sandshrews, Cacneas, and the occasional Trapinch and Baltoy. Nothing but the sands below and the bright full moon and stars in the sky could be visible for miles on end.
But in spite of that, something had come to the desert. A thin figure could be seen coming from the distance, wandering the desert aimlessly. Something that was ancient....
The figure in question was thin and sp
The Mistletoe Mishap ((Karkat x Reader))Your feet crunched along in the white fluff that covered the sidewalk. Snow. Sometimes you loved it, sometimes you hated it. Right now you thought it looked pretty, but it was getting in the way of your mad dash to the home of one of your troll friends. It was barely twenty minutes ago that you had been pestered by the nubby horned troll known as Karkat Vantas. He had told you that he had been out shopping for Christmas decorations and reluctantly asked for your help putting them up.The Mistletoe Mishap ((Karkat x Reader))1 day ago in Short Stories
You were quite happy to jump at the chance to spend time with Karkat considering you've been flushed for him for a while now. If someone were to ask you when exactly you fell hard for the swear happy troll, you honestly wouldn't be able to answer. It was just one of those things that happened. Although, you were pretty sure you had a snowballs chance in hell of winning him over. The last time you checked, Karkat was still flushed for Terezi. You supposed that you would just have to be happy with being his
The Fat Witch 2, Part 2 It was night, the expected chill steadily seeping in, going along with a pregnant silence that pervaded as the Earth's many creatures took to slumber. But not all shut their eyes as the moon came to replace the sun.The Fat Witch 2, Part 2 1 month ago in Short Stories
Holand stepped out onto the deck of the small ship. The proceeding winds forced his hood to remove itself, allowing an unruly, tangled mane of blood-red hair to billow forth, rolling down the length of his back. A pair of headlights on either end of the ship's bow allowed the watercraft its necessary sense of safety as it sped over the seemingly gentle waters. Holand looked toward the skies for a brief moment as he allowed the cold sea air to fill his lungs. That bountiful array of stars, they all gleamed so impressively, but still not a single one of them could stand to match the glorious might of a full, white moon. He then moved his sights back toward their destination ahead. The island was only a few miles away, maybe around two and a half at best. Soon enough, he would
Megan's HalloweenMegan's HalloweenMegan's Halloween1 month ago in Short Stories
Megan was never really fond of Trick-or-Treating on Halloween. Sure, free candy was cool and all, and she loved dressing up as the scariest thing she could think up, but what she really loved to do was scare other kids. This became her Halloween tradition, and it firmly held up every year as she grew up into an athletic teenager. While she usually liked to prank her best friends, something was missing this year. Kelsey always loved it when Megan tried to scare her, but Megan was never satisfied with Kelsey's "squeal in terror in the most high-pitched voice possible and then laugh for ten minutes straight" reactions. Tanya was easily frightened, so Megan got a few good reactions out of her, but there was really no challenge with the shy girl.
But Megan was determined to have some fun and scare somebody this Halloween, and thought that a Halloween party would be the best place to do so. She spread the word that s
YumeYume1 week ago in Short Stories
I walked down the street. Mr. Hijaki's jobs really were starting to get repetitive, but I guess that's just a small price to pay for my life. And it's not like I wasn't being paid well.
A shuffle behind. I looked over my shoulders. "Don't think I can't see you," I said, grabbing a hold of my sword.
Holy crap, I have to get out of here! I sprinted down the alley, not trying to think of what followed from behind. Yet from the increasing chill in the air, I could tell that I wasn't making much progress against that, well, thing...
I leapt over a trash can and turned a corner. If I just followed this street, I'd be able to get back to the light of the bridge. But does that thing care about something like light? Does that thing care about people?
I dashed down the new alleyway, going past door after door, screaming my face off. Yet nobody opened the doors. I'm not sure if they were simply unable to do so, unwilling to do so, or if nobody even lived in those apartments.
I could hear a sl
Jason Voorhees VS Springtrap: Halloween BattleJason Voorhees VS Springtrap: Halloween Battle1 month ago in Short Stories
Outside of Fazbear's Fright; 11:55
The night was silent and the Moon let it's white glare fall upon the new Horror attraction based on the unsolved mysteries of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A few lights "borrowed" from the original Freddy Fazbear's Pizza/Fredbear's Family Diner cheaply spelled out the name of the place, flickering and occasionally dying out. An old Fredbear mural stood next to the entrance, as it did in the eighties, except it was faded and in poor condition.
News spread of the attraction like wildfire, and, since news also spread that an animatronic had been salvaged, nobody that wasn't an employee had previously dared enter the establishment, let alone stand in front of it. That would change on this night.
Four people, roughly in their late thirties, approached the attraction, wearing masks of the original four animatronics: Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy.
The man with the Foxy mask walked up to it first, and said "This b
She's AliveShe's AliveShe's Alive1 month ago in Short Stories
(This is something experimental. You may hate it, or you may think it's neat. This isn't my regular kind of story, and it's just a very short Halloween idea – in a sense, it's actual Horror. I wrote most of it a while ago randomly, but realized that it'd be most appropriate for a Halloween release.
But yeah – if this isn't you cup of tea, don't freak out; more traditional content is on its way!)
In my quest to play God, I'll create a god. A goddess to be precise. Her body is already complete. Meticulously crafted, perfect in every way. Her skin is soft as silk, and pre-drenched in the sun's glory. Likewise, her hair is dark, thick, rich, and pleasant to the touch. No living human alive can ever hope to possess beauty on par with hers. Blemishes, outbreaks, balding, scars, birthmarks, warts, and moles; these things will always be alien to her form. After she's activated, she'll beg
Big Babysitter Part 1(Warning: A large female, a bit of stuffing, and gas lie ahead. Leave now and if this doesn't sound good to you.)Big Babysitter Part 11 month ago in Short Stories
“Now listen James. Mommy and Daddy are going on a trip to spend some alone time together. It’s our anniversary and your father has been planning this for quite some time. That is why I’ve hired a babysitter.”
“Seriously Mom? I’m 15! And I don’t call you mommy or daddy anymore. I don’t need a babysitter. I think I can handle myself.”
“You think you can, but I don’t. Now, she’ll be here shortly. I want you to be on your best behaviour this weekend. Can you do that for me?”
“That’s a good boy.” Immediately after Mrs. Douglas finished her sentence the doorbell rang. “Ah. There she is now.” She walked from the kitchen to the living room to answer it. “Ah, Maria. How are you today?” He heard his mother ask.
“I’m doing well Mr
DEATH BATTLE: Booker DeWitt vs. Emiya KiritsuguDEATH BATTLE: Booker DeWitt vs. Emiya Kiritsugu4 days ago in Short Stories
Lyn: That's it! We've analyzed the combatants strengths, weaknesses, and tactics! Let's get this fight underway!
Xander: Time for the fighters to duke it out in DEATH BATTLE!
A speedboat crested the waves as a storm raged around it. A lighthouse was visible in the distance. A ragged-looking man drove the speedboat. He was a man on a mission, a man tasked to find a certain someone and bring her back to certain people. Failing that, though...
Emiya Kiritsugu put the thought out of his mind for the moment. One step at a time. First he had to get to the lighthouse. In his pocket he held the card that he was told would get him to where he needed to be. He had to get to the light house, get to the top, and then find his target.
Kiritsugu pulled the boat up beside the light house's dock. He checked his weapons, making sure they were all there. Grenades, combat knife, Calico, Contende
No Shining Stars Slamming the door shut behind him, a rather short man grunted as he slumped against a nearby wall, a hand grasping firm at a metal spike now lodged in his chest. Ripping the gasmask from his face, several scars having long since been placed along the skin of his cheek and forehead, he let out a hushed, but still pained groan. Removing his gloves, he closed his eyes, exhaling and inhaling in rapid succession, counting down in his head from three. Upon hitting one, he pulled hard at what was a sharpened piece of metal rebar, something once used in the construction of buildings, but now repurposed as a weapon.No Shining Stars1 week ago in Short Stories
As the rebar was painfully pulled from deep within his chest, it took all he had to keep from screaming in pain, blood now gushing from the wound, his already dirty, stained clothing soaking up the blood, turning it an even darker brown. Yet another coat ruined, although that was small compared to the hole that now resided within him. Throwi
Trick or TreatnotizedTrick or TreatnotizedTrick or Treatnotized2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Jennifer sat on her couch watching the old B-movie The Fear Guy from Terrortown Street. Her eyes glanced over at the clock which read 9:45
Looks like they’ll be stopping soon, she thought.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
Looks like we’ve got a straggler, Jennifer thought, as got up to answer it. Walking by the large bowl of candy on the end table she opted to just grab a couple of pieces out of it rather then cart around the whole thing.
Opening the door she found a young girl with short brown hair who was probably between 10 or twelve years old standing in the screened in porch. Her costume consisted of a skirt and a tuxedo type top with a top hat.
“Trick or Treat,” the girl said, holding out an orange jack o’ lantern bucket.
“Aren’t you a cute magician,” Jennifer said, handing off the candy.
“Oh, I’m not a magician,” the gir
Pool of Youth story versionSteph smiled as she stepped out of the pool changing room, and walked into the open air and warm sun. A warm breeze moved the leaves in the nearby trees, and light shimmered off the walls from the rippling of the blue pool water. Her orange bikini with yellow trim was form fitting, and although complete revealed most of her body, as well as her rose tattoo on her arm. It felt good to be wearing so little after the winter had been so cold, and Steph was enjoying it. Behind her both of her sisters followed along, eager to jump into the pool. Catherine was fifteen with dark hair up in a bun atop her head, and in a blue bikini that their mother found just a bit too revealing. She was more reserved than her sisters, and followed quietly, smiling broadly to herself at the sight of the pool. Behind her Becky, thirteen years old, stomped along loudly in her flip flops. She wore a strawberry pink two piece swimsuit, and though only thirteen she waPool of Youth story version2 weeks ago in Short Stories
The Pokeumans Collection 1: The StormA bright flash of lightning startled Henry as he and his partner drove at top speed through the alleyways and poorly-illuminated streets of the night. He swerved through several puddles, windshield wipers working furiously against the downpour. He feared that the truck would capsize from the wet streets, but he was able to keep control for now.The Pokeumans Collection 1: The Storm2 weeks ago in Short Stories
This was the wrong time and place to be making a delivery, and both he and his partner knew it. They heard the demon was out. Those in their line of work were being picked off by the slowly moving force of nature, and it was on a pathway right to them.
The PRT could be dealt with. The police were forced to give them the blind eye. Bystanders or witnesses would be easily found.
But this was something different. This was like nothing they'd ever dealt with. And rumors were spreading across their organization like wildfire.
"He can't be seen."
"He can't be killed."
"He is slowly but surely making members disappear without a trace."
"He is their Ang
Doctor Who WGMissy sighed loudly, slouching back in her chair. She was bored. REALLY bored. There was nothing exciting happening. No explosions, no nefarious plots, and perhaps worst of all, no Doctor. However, such a period of inactivity had led to some serious effects, as Missy found herself sampling quite a decent amount of alien and interplanetary cuisine, leading to the previously svelte Time Lady looking quite different.Doctor Who WG1 week ago in Short Stories
As Missy contemplated her previous escapades, her hand brushed against the enormous globe of fat currently stretching her dress outwards, the noticeable bulge clearly resting on her plumped thighs as she sat back, finger against her eye socket, mouth pursed in thought. However, as she thought, she squirmed in the seat to get comfortable, causing her enormous orbs of blubber called her butt to wobble and jiggle behind her, her widened rear almost spilling off the woefully insufficient chair.
Missy absentmindedly stroked her plump gut as she thought of a way to enti
DB: Wizarding Witchcraft Whimsicality WhoopingDB: Wizarding Witchcraft Whimsicality Whooping2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Stalin: The fight is ready to be done, let us commence this season finale of Communist Disco Smackdown/Death Battle!
Marx: One of these two men shall be dead for if you are not righteous we paint you red!
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
A fantasy caricature of men of all ranging height and race strode upon a beaten path along a rocky beach, the tide having gently brushed against the sand. A short, lanky wizard with a drooping gray beard led the party of Men, Elves, Dwarves, and Hobbits. His hat plumed upwards, adding to his great stature, despite his small height. Gandalf the Grey, his name was.
Four short fellows dressed similar to late medieval peasants shuffled along with the group, distinguished by their large and unattractively hairy feet to set off from their small sizes. One of them carried a small surplus of firecrackers, as he grinned impishly and slowly retrieved a firecracker from his bag.
After Giving ThanksAfter Giving Thanks4 days ago in Short Stories
“Mom, that has to be the best Thanksgiving dinner ever!”
“You say that every year, Erin,” Janna Keith said as she cleared the last of the dishes from the table, “but I guess it is special this year – the first one you had to come home for.”
Janna was in her late forties, and was wearing a grey dress with a low cut front, and a pattern of light grey links over the dark grey fabric. The skirt of the dress came down to just above her knees, and it had a thin strip of black silk round the waist, secured with a fake bow at the front. Under the dress, she was wearing a pair of dark grey tights, with long black leather boots over her lower legs.
Like her mother, eighteen year old Erin had long blonde hair, although hers was a light shade than that of Janna. A freshman student, she was wearing a charcoal grey sweatshirt, black leggings and knee length tan leather boots with long zips on the inside.
“Right,” her father said
Gotta Get Nommed by 'em All: MeloettaLindsey walked through the dense forest, trying her best to look for an exit or something. "Ugh, this is so dull." Lindsey said. "Anything that's not a tree would be incredibly welcome to my field of view." She had considered using her Staraptor to fly up and scan the area from above to try and find the exit, but he was already badly injured from a previous fight, and she didn't want to exhaust him more. She walked around a bit more before realizing that she had been going in a large circle. "Seriously?!" She asked with frustration. She sat on the ground in defeat, feeling tired and lost. "Man, I knew I shouldn't have followed that stupid Poochyena in here." She sighed. Just then, she thought she heard her stomach grumble. Thing was, it wasn't her stomach. She looked around to see where the sound came from. After a minute, she simply shrugged it off. She then heard it again. She stood up and started to walk around, wanting to see where this growling was being emitted. Before long, sheGotta Get Nommed by 'em All: Meloetta1 month ago in Short Stories
Blood like Paint and Golden Dust WARNING: Includes depressing themes and strongly references death. Please be aware of this before choosing to read or not read it.Blood like Paint and Golden Dust5 days ago in Short Stories
Empty windows. Empty lights. Empty smell, empty feeling, empty walls, empty air. Empty sheets, breathless wind, cold where there once was warmth.
The sun is watching me. The sun is staring. It sometimes follows me down the sidewalk, the ghost that everyone sees but few notice. I can feel its eyes on me, judging the way I put on my shoes, the way I brush my hair, the way I instinctively call her name before I leave the house. The way I call her name and kiss her before leaving; she always goes to work thirty minutes later, since the boutique is closer.
They offered me a promotion a week ago. I think out of pity. They’ll regret it soon, though I didn't take it. Nothing I do has been right since then. Noth