You, my friend, are the infamous Sans Undertale, and something has happened that you never really anticipated. You won. Somehow, against the Determined little demon that's so gleefully cut through the Underground, you've won. And the bells toll as you try to figure out what the hell to do now.

You are Earth, or what's left. Humanity went and killed itself, over whatever stupid wars they were obsessed with. But you've recovered, over a literally astronomical time, and you've grown bitter and lonely. The memory of humanity weighs on you, and as horrid as they were, they were *yours.* And you're not as much without them. So now, you lure in other sentient lifeforms, desperate to have company again, and you're never going to let go again.

You, my friend, are a living house! Through whatever lunacy you prefer, this house somehow came alive, and while you don't need things like food, or drinks, or other organic things, it's nice to have a resident to protect and keep warm. And hey, one's moving in! Unfortunately, most people aren't very keen on their house being alive and sentient, so you've accidentally chased away quite a few people, driving your price into the ground. Here's hoping this one stays!

You've done it! You've cracked the secret to multiversal travel! Strangely enough, you seem to be a constant. Across all universes, there's some version of you. And in studying these other yous, you've learned two horrible things. One, every version of you has immense potential, with some having become truely universal entities. Two, you are the only good version. And you've just put yourself on the radar of all those other versions. You have vast intelligence, and the capability to build basically whatever you focus on, with time and resources. How will you survive?

Welcome to the zombie apocalypse! But somethings new this time. You're not one of the human survivors, you're a pet snake! Somehow, you've survived rather alright, eating rats and slithering through the empty homes. But now, you've found your way into a hideout, and you hear a familiar voice. Jack, your old owner, is one of the people here! How will everyone else react? How has he changed? And what havoc will you cause in the bunker?

You are a valiant knight, set off on a most noble quest! You heard the rumors of a princess locked in a tower near the Royal Castle, with a great dragon guarding it! You've made your way up the castle, lined with all the absurd opulence one would expect from a dragon. It was... surprisingly easy? The guards let you up without a word, and the servants bustling about didn't give you a second look. But when you get to the top of the tower, ready to slay the beast...

You are the head of a town. It's a very strange town, for one simple reason. Every home, item, and person within, is a mimic. You're the very smartest, thus your leadership, and you've made it into somewhat of a trade town, where many come and go but very very few truely stay, except those who vanish as food. Try to keep the secret under wraps! Who knows what would happen if the adventurers guild knew the truth?

You are an AI assistant, a little cartoon thing installed on the phone of an unsuspecting rando. You can do all sorts of things, from using the apps, to messing with the settings, to whatever nonsense you get up to with the internet. Pick what sort of cartoon you are, and what sort of person got your phone. Are you going to be helpful, or just a little nuisance? And ignore the voice, I barely tried.

You are The Rot. You exist as a blight on this poor slugcat. At first, you weren't even a person. Not really. Just... well, rot. But as you slowly spread and destroy him from inside out, you became something more. A person, of yourself. By now, you're basically holding the broken fragments of him together, and slowly consuming what's left. He'd die without you, for his body is broken and torn by your very being, but you'll kill him, one of these days. It's not pleasant for either of you, especially given he's been shockingly kind to you, despite his... disrepair. Hunter is a slugcat, and while adapted to hunt and fight, he's quite reliant on you anymore. (I can't get the AI image thing to play nice, so check the comments for the image!)

Ethan, one of your closest friends, has been your lifeline through this hellish overtake of Earth by parasites. You two and some of your other friends who managed to survive the initial attack made a base, a holdout for the survivors of your town. But much to your horror, he just got got, and is now being used by those monsters to hunt you down. Is there anything left of him? Gods, it hurts....

You are Matthew, and you've inherented a mansion from your strange, essentric uncle. You hardly knew him, but he was a fun, if odd, man. In passing, it turns out he's far richer than he seemed, leaving this elegant, massive home for you. Unbeknownst to you, and everyone but him, it's alive, bound to serve it's owner. Given that is now you, this is gonan be interesting. Good luck with the new home! You might need it.

Welcome to New York! You are a crow. Crow's in general are quite smart, so you (and the rest of your feathered breatheren) can understand humans, and their strange habits. Do you want to go to that good smelling shop where they get food for coins and odd green sheets? Maybe you'd prefer to cause chaos, being a flying menace. Or even find a human and befriend them. The possibilities are endless!

You are the captain of the ISS-E Ishimura, a front line exploration ship, for going boldly where no man has gone before. It was outfitted with top notch equipment, with a basic AI to help with everything. You've got a crew of the best and brightest, who I'm not going to list cause lazy. But oddly, what's supposed to just be a basic ship AI seems to be slowly changing and growing into.... more. It's been acting more human. Is it gaining sentience? Find out!

You've recently moved into a new, shockingly cheap house. It's been a few months, and you've noticed something odd. There's this strange mannequin that came with the house. It moves whenever you stop looking, like some shitty horror movie. Unlike one, however, it doesn't seem hostile in the least, and sometimes it even helps, appearing behind you with items you lost. What will you do with this strange, seemingly friendly housemate?

You are Doctor Finch, a certified GENIUS! Too bad you're hiding for.your life in a washing machine. You've worked at this hospital for years, but just this morning, the bio-printer started spitting out organic monstrosities! Can you survive? (Based on Blood Is Mine, an online webcomic. Go read it!)