Now that Frisk has had their past settled it's time for the present to move forward into a new future. Queerplatonic Sans/Frisk (This story is a mixture of prompts but it's all chronological and will be written as a complete story. Prompts will be inspiring various things in various chapters. Part 7 of my Undertale Series) (Cover Art courtesy of dogpu on tumblr!)

A companion fic for "Time Marches Forward (Finally)" with scenes from the story seen from Sans's POV. I would recommend reading it first. For obvious reasons. (Queerplatonic Sans/Frisk) (Cover Art courtesy of dogpu on tumblr!)

(WARNING: Reading this story may spoil the game for you.) It's a beautiful day. The birds are singing. The flowers are blooming. Perfect weather for playing catch... It's on a very day like this the monster race finds themselves finally free! Unfortunately, that "freedom" is at best- a gilded cage. The game is over, but can they still manage to find a happy ending?

At Sans's behest, you hit a hard reset after being above ground for six months. It's hard to imagine how things went awry the moment the monsters started another war. Yet your perfect world crumbled in a matter of days. Subsequent timelines aren't filled with Toriel's pie or Sans's puns, but rather a genocidal training until you can barely remember how their love feels anymore.

You blamed yourself for what the other you did, and you had a plan to fix it all. Sans should be happy with your decision. After all, you killed his brother didn't you? So why did he stop you? Why did he take the knife away? You just wanted the pain to stop. You didn't anticipate him saving your life. Contains mentions of self-harm and suicide. Now multi-chapter