Rain can be so cold, light and sounding so soft. Like teardrops but in massive amounts, like the entire universe is having a good sob. The last time I cried, I knew what was happening, I was crying out my last emotions, the slowly ran down and stuck to my skull, the excess dripping off as my soul was transformed in front of my eyes. It was crazy to even think I'd look any kind of normal ever again. My name? The old one is lost to time, lost to mistakes I made and things that tore at me. This story is not what you'd think, I'm not the same person you would think. Whoever "Sans" is, or was, has been eradicated from existence, and only exists in small talk now. My new name is one that fits all too well after I became it. My name, is Killer.
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It's Raining somewhere Else
Mystery / ThrillerHomicidal. Bossed around. Nothing they feel they do is right. But nothing stays the same forever.
