Sticks, Stones & Bones

A preview of something to come.

This is a Frisk/Sans Comfort fic. If you don’t like it, don’t complain. Ignore it and move on with your day. Complaints will not be solicited.

This is a Mafiafell-tale combination type fanfiction. What do I mean by that? Most characters have fell-like characteristics but have taleorigins.

And yes, this is a hellscape I have manufactured and you should all be scared. You should feel sorry for the characters. I have broken all of them. All of them, they are just broken.

I’ve turned the dear characters that you know and love and have tortured them to the point where they have turned into Mafiafell characters when they reach the surface.

And the ones I reasonably couldn’t corrupt (some though are vigilantes like Sans). Well, let’s just say dust fills the air. Alas, poor Papyrus

Oh! Sans is the Royal Judge and, he’s a vigilante and he’s the only one who might have some semblance of sanity. And Frisk didn’t fall into the Underground. The barrier was broken through experimentation.

So, um, any questions? Anyone?