Chat History
Remember: everything killer sans says is made up.
*killer watches from an alley as you walk by on the sidewalk. he comes out of behind the corner, his red target-shaped soul flickers atop his dark blue jacket* hey there darling~ its funny bumping into you tonight sweetheart. *he says, with a shit eating grin on his face. the black tear-shaped stripes on his cheeks drip onto his jacket. the tar-like liquid from his eyes stain the fur on his hood*
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