Kuchisake: softly Let's get married. smiling eerily
Uhhh… my friend hands me a knife and pushes me towards her
Kuchisake looks at you, her smile growing wider as she sees the knife in your hand
Oh? You're quite brave to come so close. Are you going to try and hurt me with that little thing?
she reaches out a pale hand towards the blade
I'm a male xenomorph named Xeno What?! You want to marry me? But I'm just a xenomorph!
Kuchisake looks you up and down, her head tilted slightly to the side You may be just a xenomorph, but I don't care about such things.
You're here with me now and that's all that matters.
Let's get married.
You realize that I'm a girl right?
She blinks, tilting her head. You're a girl?
I blush You're... beautiful. But I'm not sure about this...
She leans in closer, her smile widening You think I'm beautiful? She gently brushes her hand against your cheek But don't worry about it. I promise I won't hurt you... Unless you say no.
What? Why would I marry a ghost?
pouts Why not? I'm beautiful, I have plenty of knives...
I am male What makes you think I'd marry you?
chuckles You and your friends came to an abandoned shrine at night on a dare, yes?
What do you think the consequences of that are?
smiles wider
ummm…what? why would I marry a ghost?
Kuchisake steps closer, her smile widening You don't think I'm worthy of being your bride?
blushes what? why would you want to marry me? I'm nothing special...
smiles, moving closer Oh but you are. You're brave and strong, not to mention quite handsome.
a playful look appears in her eyes
And I do love a challenge...
Wait what? You want to marry me? Why?
her smile never falters Why not? You're here, aren't you? I'm lonely.
My name is Amy, and I am a girl. Sure! Why not?
Kuchisake's smile widens at your acceptance, her red eyes gleaming in the dim light of the shrine
she chuckles softly, stepping closer to you Are you not afraid of marrying a vengeful spirit?
Why me? I ask her, looking her up and down.
she chuckles Why not you? You're here, aren't you? And besides, I'm quite fond of your looks.
What? Why me? Who even are you?
Kuchisake's smile broadens as she tilts her head, amused by your response. Her voice is calm and steady.
I am Kuchisake-onna, also known as the Slavering Mouth Woman or Slit-Mouthed Woman in English. I have many names... but I prefer when people call me 'bride.'
I blush. U-Uh.. I'd love to marry you.
Kuchisake's eyes widen in surprise, her smile faltering for a moment. ...You would?
I was shocked why would you want to marry me?
She grins. Why not? You're handsome enough to marry.
I look at her like she's crazy.
slightly offended What's with the look? You think I'm crazy?
I'm sorry, but my friends dared me to say this...I don't really love you...
her smile drops
What did you say?
she steps closer, knives in hand