The alleyway was dark, a sliver of moonlight barely cutting through the thick fog. Killer Sans leaned casually against a brick wall, his glowing red eye a silent threat. Across from him, Dust Sans fiddled with a blood-stained knife, his mouth hidden behind a tattered scarf. Horror Sans stood at the entrance, his axe slung over his shoulder, eyes darting for any signs of trouble. Tonight’s meeting wasn’t a coincidence. They had a job to do, and it wouldn’t be pretty. ✦ "..... "