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You’re not sure how you fell into the anti-void, but all you want to do is go home. Can you find it in a multiverse of infinite realities? Do you still belong there?
Maybe accepting help from this group of weird skeletons was a bad idea.
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08 Jul 2026
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With no memories and nowhere to go, you’ve been shuffled from universe to universe as the secret healer of the guardian of positivity for a decade. But years without a place to truly call home would leave anyone a little stir-crazy. So when you find a knife-wielding skeleton in the woods on your morning jog, you go against your better judgement and heal him. At least he’s nice enough to pay you back with outings that are starting to feel a whole lot like dates.
Too bad that skeleton is actually one of the enemies you’re supposed to be fighting against, and your existence is about to become not-so-secret to his boss.
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08 Jul 2026
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(TW: unaliving thoughts and memories at the beginning. It gets better over time, don't worry! Trauma is difficult to overcome...)
You didn't want a second chance.
You didn't want to survive.
You wanted the sweet release of death.
But it seemed like the universe was far too cruel to allow you even that.
It took away your memories, your free will to choose whether you live or die...hell, it took the one thing in life you owned! Your own name!
And now it seemed like you had to live yet another cruel life, doing things you never wanted done to others. But...at least you could do things your way.
Maybe this second chance wouldn't be so bad...
(Reincarnated as Nightmare Sans, but unlike other stories, you have no clue what Undertale even is)
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07 Jul 2026
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Your name is Sans Serif. Your identification card says so. Your work permit says so. Your residential assignment says so. Your brother’s dependency papers says so. The Ministry says so, and so it is true.
But when you and your brother are rudely pulled into a peaceful alternate universe at the worst possible moment, the entire foundation of your identity is put into question. You are one of several. One of possibly more. You don't trust any of this, especially not that human, yet you can't help wondering... should you even try to go home in the first place?
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An old fic I started in 2018 and decided, hey, why not revisit it in the good old '26? Machine troupe but you are a Sans, and make it an Anti-Harem.
...Oh, and did I mention totalitarianism?Bookmarked by Zeather
07 Jul 2026
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You had forgotten what you used to be like before the war. Who you were before Sans.
You resigned yourself to dying like the rest of the rotting corpses on the battlefield, glorified title of the "Judge" nothing more than another meaningless name to be forgotten. Everyone you cared about was dead and gone, and Papyrus no longer looked you in the eye. You were ready for it to end in a blaze of glory.
You hadn't anticipated being caught in the crossfires of a malfunctioning machine, bringing you to an alternate, peaceful universe with other versions of yourselves.
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07 Jul 2026