Sorry I’m late, traffic through the multiverse was KILLER.

The new skeleton walked inside, causing a few people to look away from their conversations towards him, including you. In one hand, he was holding a drink, and seemed unbothered by pretty much everything. Glancing downwards, he took a rather loud sip, swallowing the liquid and looking back up, flashing you a smile.

Don’t think I’ve heard of you before. Call me Reaper Sans. I kill people by touchin’ ‘em. It’s kinda my thing.