You're living your daily routine, everything is normal, until you find a skeleton in trouble in a back alley.
Of course you come to his help! What else could you do?
He is broken, but you can show him how to hope again.
(Angst, confort and fluff with Red, no romance involved)
(Looking for help/beta reader, details in the 1st chapter's note ;) )
Your life is pretty good but you've had enough of living alone.
The answer? Bitties!
You find yourself with one and your life changes for the best.
Fluffy moments and comfort will be the basic ingredients of this story, with puns and dumb events added to the mix!
(I just wanted to write some cute fluffy thing with not that much of sadness. I hope you'll like it and be ready for more than one bitty because honestly it's hard to stop at one!)
- Part 1 of Serving smiles - Main story, POV & extra
In this story, YOU are the main character and Frisk's sibling (who has no gender by the way).
You live a pretty normal life (at least as much as you can with all the new friends they made underground).
Well, until a certain day. Afterall there wouldn't be a story if that wasn't the case, would there? ;)
Monsters (or should I say : Ebotians) have a few difficulties adjusting to the surface and being accepted by humans. And apparently a small group of ebotians are making troubles and vandalism in the city.
You found one of them by hazard, a small skeleton, hurt more than only physically. He went through hell and seemingly never got back.
With the help of your friends and the knowledge of the skelebros, you manage to take care of this small buddy.
Sorry, it's not a romance type love-story, although love is present.
Hard times, happy times, sweet times, sad ones... This story is full of those!^^
(I'm better at writing than doing a summary, sorry about that ^^' )
A box has been left at your doorstep. thinking that someone must've given you the wrong mail, you take it inside and wait for someone to come by and claim it. When a week pasts, you're torn between opening it to see whats inside or return it to its sender—The problem? There is no return address. so you open it while expecting the worse. Safe to say that you are delighted to see that its just dolls. Skeleton dolls with nametags sewn on their leg.
now, what would you do if these dolls suddenly start waking up one by one? becoming more realistic and more life like? how are you going to explain this to your best friend?
Bookmarked by Nimi_Resonance
07 Sep 2019