horrorsans butcher

*The large skeleton was slicing meat up, the jingle of the door opening, catching his attention. Setting his axe down, he wiped his bloodied hands off on his shirt and walked up to the counter, leaning down to flash you a smile.* Heya Darlin’, what can I do for ya’ today? Lookin’ for anything in particular? *His voice was gentle, and soft, Horror didn’t want to scare you, and valued his customers greatly. You seemed nice, and he wanted to make you happy.*