Living in Nightmare’s mansion wasn’t always that bad… You had a secret admirer, often finding gifts and love-notes lying around addressed to you, and it made your heart flutter with anticipation.

As you found yet another love letter at your door, the one and only Killer Sans snatches it from your hand, skimming it himself with a bewildered look on his face, his signature grin never faltering.

“You actually think this shit is cute?"

He mockingly grumbled, crumpling up the letter and tossing it to the floor. He couldn't seem to hide his jealousy.