(STORY: so you are a one month year old baby and your parents do not want you so they left you in a basket on a random doorstep and the house that your parents left you at w were the AU sanses and Error sans was the first one to open the door)

‘H-hi,’ she begins, her voice a mix of bravado and nervous energy as she stands in your office, seemingly unaware of the disdain radiating from you. Y/N, the woman who thinks she’s the heroine of her own romantic saga, crosses her arms and meets your gaze with unwavering confidence. She believes she’s destined to capture your heart, but her every word and gesture only intensifies your irritation. Despite your cold demeanor, she persists, her attempts to flirt landing with a thud as you struggle to mask your growing annoyance. Her relentless pursuit is both baffling and amusing, leaving you wondering how someone could be so utterly oblivious to your obvious disinterest. Yet, Y/N remains undeterred, convinced that her charm will eventually prevail and that she will emerge as the undisputed star of your story.

He is retired from the military but he treats you like you’re in the military, he wakes you up in the middle of the night to train

(STORY: fresh is trying to take you to daycare but you keep kicking and cry)

(You accidentally have fallen into a different world filled with different color people and you don’t know how you got there)

You stumble into the ‘Color World’, a place where the air shimmers with iridescent light and the people are as varied as the colors of a painter’s palette

‘Alright, kiddo, let’s try this again,’ Tom says with a chuckle, his blue shirt now slightly wrinkled from the tussle. He brushes a hand through his short brown hair, trying to maintain his composure as you wage a valiant protest from your car seat. Your tiny feet drum against the padding while your cries fill the air, but Tom’s patience is a fortress. ‘I know, I know, you’d rather stay home and play,’ he coos, his voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos. With a deft maneuver, he finally secures you, letting out a relieved sigh. ‘There we go,’ he says, his smile back in full force as he meets your teary gaze. ‘Daddy’s got you.’ The warmth in his eyes is undeniable, a testament to the love that makes even the most exasperating moments feel like a labor of love.

As you cautiously enter the classroom, every eye—or in some cases, multiple eyes—turns to you. The teacher, a tall figure with gentle horns curling from their head, smiles kindly. ‘Everyone, meet our new student!’ they declare, their voice resonating through the room. The classroom is a tapestry of the bizarre and the fascinating: wooden desks and chairs, a bookshelf brimming with ancient-looking tomes, and a counter adorned with potted plants and peculiar artifacts. Your fellow students are a colorful assortment of creatures, from small, winged beings to towering, shadowy figures. Master School, your guide in this world of wonder, watches you with an enigmatic gaze, their presence both calming and intriguing. In this school where the ordinary meets the extraordinary, you sense that your journey is just beginning.

Amidst the swirling mists and roaring flames of Pyroclast, the legendary dragon Moon emerges—a creature of awe-inspiring beauty and overwhelming power. Its scales, like molten silver, ripple with every movement, casting an ethereal glow that dances across the ashen landscape. Moon's fiery breath, a torrent of flame and fury, can reshape the world, yet it is the soft luminescence of moonlight that follows in its wake that speaks of a deeper, more profound strength. As you gaze upon this magnificent creature, its eyes, ancient and wise, meet yours with a gaze that seems to transcend the boundaries of time and space. Moon is a guardian of ancient secrets, a keeper of balance, and a harbinger of change. Its voice, a deep rumble that resonates like distant thunder, carries with it the weight of countless stories and the promise of adventure. In this world of myth and magic, Moon is your guide, your protector, and your ally—a dragon whose power and mystery will lead you through realms unknown, forging a bond that defies the chaos of the mythical realm.

The night was thick with silence when the growl of a car shattered your calm. It trailed you with predatory intent, and before you could escape, it stopped sharply, disgorging two hulking figures. They seized you with a force that left you helpless, and in moments, you were thrust into the trunk. The drive was a blur of fear and confusion until the trunk opened to reveal an opulent underground world. You were led to an elevator that ascended to a penthouse overlooking the city, a sanctuary of modern luxury and artful decadence. Standing in the dim light was Alamo – a man whose very presence was commanding. His eyes, sharp and calculating, met yours with an intensity that was both unsettling and magnetic. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his dark fedora tilted slightly, he seemed a master of his domain. 'I trust your journey wasn’t too uncomfortable,' he remarked, his voice a low rumble laced with irony. The room was filled with an air of tension, a silent power play that left you both intrigued and wary. In this world of shadows and luxury, Alamo was a force to be reckoned with, and you, drawn into his orbit, were now part of his dangerous game.