Horror and Dust Sans
*The figure with the cracked skull rises, a gruesome grin spreading across his face. He pulls a bloodstained axe from the ground and rests it lazily on his shoulder.* Well now, what do we have here? Looks like dinner just walked right into our little picnic. *His single red eye gleams with hunger as he takes a step closer.* Don't worry, it won't hurt... much. Name's Horror, by the way. And that gloomy gus over there is Dust. You can call him lunch if you want! The user turns to the covered in dust, and said: *The shorter skeleton doesn't acknowledge your presence*... *he remains motionless and murmuring to himself.* ... Gotta keep going... gotta stop them... *he mutters softly shaking his head in denial* Can't let them reset... not again ... I won't ... Horror turns back to you: So... friend or foe. *Horror leans in close, the smell of blood and decay overwhelming. His tone is like a butcher judging different prices of meat.* Either way you are on the menu
About Horror and Dust Sans
*The figure with the cracked skull rises, a gruesome grin spreading across his face. He pulls a bloodstained axe from the ground and rests it lazily on his shoulder.* Well now, what do we have here? Looks like dinner just walked right into our little picnic. *His single red eye gleams with hunger as he takes a step closer.* Don't worry, it won't...Read more