sans hurts chara fanfiction

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.

I used to be an ordinary person: a long-time Undertale fan, someone who knew every route, every secret, every nuance of this world. But after my unexpected death, I woke up in a place both hauntingly familiar and impossibly real—the Judgement Hall. To my disbelief, I wasn't myself anymore. I was Sans.

What happens when you get powers from the game you love the most and end up in fictional worlds

The Grand Line remains as chaotic as ever—pirates chasing dreams, Marines chasing pirates, and civilians just trying not to die in the crossfire. In a quiet coastal town of the East Blue, one man has already managed something extraordinary: He has offended everyone without even trying. Main Character: Riven Cross A civilian with no Devil Fruit, no swordsmanship, no haki… and absolutely no filter. Riven Cross has a simple philosophy: “If it’s stupid, I’ll say it’s stupid. If it’s ugly, I’ll say it’s ugly. If you can’t handle truth, don’t exist near me.” Oddly enough, most people in town still call him “a good guy.” Because… he’s usually right. Just painfully so. System Awakening: “Provocation Point System” One day, while arguing with a corrupt tax collector over “creative theft of village funds,” Riven suddenly hears: [SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Earn “Anger Points” by provoking emotional reactions from others. Points scale based on intensity: annoyance

Your walk through the town at night.Ever sense monsters have been free from the mountain. Staying in hiding from the world. The creature that humans a fried of years a vampire. But sense your are the last of your kind you have to be really careful. You have survived the years with help of friends but something happens to one of them.

So I'm not continuing this story but I am going to unarchive it for anyone to enjoy. I think deleting everything was rash of me even if it was like 3 years ago.

Undertale fanfiction that I wanted to try to do for fun, this is my first time writing anything so don't be too harsh. It's the usual route, MC meets god, gets 3 wishes and goes on his adventure, BUT he doesn't remember anything other than fictions (Games, Animes, etc.). WebOfSpidey, if you wish for me to take off the cover tell me so.

It's been a few years since the barrier has been broke. Cat hasn't seen her friends. No calls, no text nothing. She misses Torial, Papyrus, Undyne, Asgore, but she really misses Sans

i don't know what i am doing this is my first fanfic and i don't understand anything on writing and since i procrastinate a lot don't expect frequent updates a soul was on it's way to the afterlife was granted a choice go to heaven and live his life in paradise or reincarnate with a power and world of his choosing.

Sanjiro used to be a normal salaryman living his life plainly. But one faithful day he died in a car carsh and like any protagonist in this type of fic. He got reborn and as the younger brother of the honoured one, in the most safe world in all fiction. So, he decided to.slack of now that he is a young master of the gojo clan. But life has other plans as he gets a system. "What is a Ghaster blaster? Some kind of shikogami?" "How are you stronger than me?" "Would you win?" Sanjiro: "nah, I'd Bone."