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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.
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It’s been two years since your best friend lost his grant, and with it, the ability to keep you in his lab. Two years since you started living at his abandoned observatory, because he never answered your emails asking for permission to stay.
Two years since you asked him to play tag in the rain during that argument, and here you were, still ‘it’.
But that was all about to change the night you wished on a shooting star, following a skeleton crashing into your observatory.
You were pretty sure this wasn’t the angel you wished for, and definitely sure that angels didn’t kidnap people like you.
You just wish there was a window in the basement to see the stars.
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Or: Dust kidnaps you, but you're kinda done with everything
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The Sacrificial Skeleton and the Labyrinth of Gods by this_is_my_alt
Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game)
07 Apr 2026
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As a necromancer, you’re used to suspicious stares and whispers of heresy from the townsfolk. It only gets worse after you’re killed and walk Ebott Empire as an undead skeleton. When you hear rumors of a strange settlement that worships the undead, it’s too tempting to resist. The locals treat you better than you’ve ever been treated. That is, right until the moment where you’re dressed up and tied to an altar as a sacrificial bride for their skeleton gods.
Despite their advanced technology and magical prowess, you’re doubtful of their divinity. What kind of gods blush whenever they see a bit of bone?
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Nathaniel Walker was an ordinary man who worked as a construction worker to support his elderly parents, but unfortunately met a sudden end during an accident at work. Upon awakening in what he assumed to be limbo, his regrets and attachment to his life keep him from passing on yet unable to go back since death holds a cruel finality. In the end, the void takes his soul and he fades into nothing.
...Only for him to wake up in an underground lab, confused and afraid, while questioning why he's a skeleton... and a child at that.
Nathan has never heard of Undertale, so he's experiencing this world for the first time, unaware that his mere presence has a drastic change on the story you might be familiar with. Regardless, his goal eventually aligns with all of monsterkind, which is to reach the surface so that he may try and find his family again. However he may just find a new family while he's down there.
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You were quiet for a long moment. “i’m supposed to be dead,” you told the skeleton.
“… you’re not,” he replied, after pausing for only a second. “there’s no supposed-to with you. you were in the anti-void, not an au. you nearly died, but i fixed you.” His voice was quieter than before, and his head was slightly tilted, like a curious dog. “i don’t normally bother to do that.”
“then why did you?” The words hurt in your mouth instead of your throat. It felt like carbonation below your tongue, and it took concentration to keep that static from leaking into your words. You weren’t used to talking. But this was important.
“why’d i fix you?” The skeleton paused, expression going blank for half a second, gaze flitting down to his scarf. “oh!”
The corners of his mouth tugged up again. “because i want a little brother of my own, of course!”
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You used to be human, before what you called the Blank. You were a teenager, and you liked dogs and the sun and couldn’t remember much more than that. Then you were made into something else.
After your rescue, you try to adjust to living again - and attempt to understand why so many weird skeletons keep trying to adopt you.