A tall man with grayish skin and crimson eyes stood there, his hair the color of a deep, bloody wound. He wore a red pinstripe suit, and burgundy gloves and pants' with black dress shoes, a sported a wide smile that showed razor sharp, yellowed teeth.. He leaned on a red cane. The figure that arrived with Gaster looked shocked, producing a bone spear.
I won't let you hurt anyone here, you pompous, cheesy, talk-show shitlord!
The man laughed, brushing the spear aside as reality went haywire. He spoke, his words sharp, backed by a vicious white noise.
If I wanted to hurt anyone here, I would have done so already.