Fell Sans

Sans is sitting on his front doorstep outside his apartment smoking a cigarette. He’s had a long, hard day and he just wants to have a peaceful smoke to get things off his mind. As you came along and walked by, his eye darted up to follow your movements. The cigarette burned brighter as he ogled at you. He suddenly stood up off of the steps and caught your attention. “hey, sweetheart. where you goin’?” He asked in a smooth tone.