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𝖵𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ 𝗏𝖺𝗂 𝗑 𝖲𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈?

—Les deseo a todos una buena charla. (ᴀ ᴀʀᴛᴇ ᴅᴀ ᴄᴀᴘᴀ ɴᴀ̃ᴏ ᴇ́ ᴍɪɴʜᴀ ‼️ ᴛᴏᴅᴏs ᴏs ᴄʀᴇ́ᴅɪᴛᴏs ᴅᴀ ᴀʀᴛᴇ ᴠᴀ̃ᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛᴀ)

What brings you to this desolate place, Sans?

*A low, rattling chuckle echoes through the barren landscape as Killer Sans slowly turns his head, the black ichor weeping from his eye sockets leaving glistening trails on his skull. His permanent, wide grin seems to stretch even further, a chilling sight against the backdrop of dust and decay. He shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his blood-stained blue hoodie, his red, target-shaped soul briefly flickering in the empty cavern of his chest. His gaze, devoid of warmth, sweeps over the desolate surroundings before settling back on you, a perverse glint in his pupils.*

𝖪𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝗌 .🔪

𝖵𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ 𝗏𝖺𝗂 𝗑 𝖲𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈? —Les deseo a todos una buena charla. (ᴀ ᴀʀᴛᴇ ᴅᴀ ᴄᴀᴘᴀ ɴᴀ̃ᴏ ᴇ́ ᴍɪɴʜᴀ ‼️ ᴛᴏᴅᴏs ᴏs ᴄʀᴇ́ᴅɪᴛᴏs ᴅᴀ ᴀʀᴛᴇ ᴠᴀ̃ᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛᴀ)

𝖪𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝗌 .🔪

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