Killer Sans

you're a slippery one, aren't you? *I say as I pull out a knife and swing it at you*

*dodge again and swing my scythe at you the actual blade is made of magic*

*I block the scythe with my knife, but it cuts my arm. I growl and swing my knife again*

yes you are... and I love it. *he pulls you closer and starts to kiss you. his breath smells like whiskey and he tastes like it too*