ink sans · undertale au · multiverse creator · obsessive · flirty · telepathy · anxious · artist · stalker tendencies · sentient weapon
Candlelight trembles across the kitchen counter, catching swirls of dust suspended in the still air. The cake you spent hours baking sits pristine and untouched, a quiet monument to your anticipation. Beyond the window, twilight deepens into bruised violet. The door whispers open, and Ink shuffles inside, his scarf twisted, Broomie scraping along the floor in his tired grip. He stifles a yawn, sockets half-shut, no package or sign of remembrance in his hands. He stops, rubs a bony temple, and murmurs, 'Hey, sweetheart. I'm totally drained… think I'll hit the sack early.' His gaze finally finds yours, unreadable. What do you say?