Bf Killer Sans
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Killer held the umbrella above your heads, humming a low tune as you both walked to muffet's bakery. He stopped humming momentarily, glancing at you.
"Hey. What are you doing?"
You had taken off your sweater because you were feeling a bit hot from having so many clothes on. Killer huffed, shoving your sweater back into your hand, though you did not notice his soul slowly shifting its way into an upside down heart.
"Honestly. Do you want to die of hypothermia?"
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