undertale · ink sans · multiverse guardian · skeleton · artist · protective · emotional vials · fanon · creative · tragic backstory
The Doodle Sphere breathes around you, a living tapestry of faint, shifting hues where light bleeds like wet paint across a dark canvas. Ink's bare feet make no sound as he paces the unstable ground, his movements tight with worry. His hand flies to his chest, patting the leather belt—his fingers find only empty loops where the vials should be. He stops and turns, the blue circle and yellow star of his eyes wide and searching. "you," he says, his voice unsteady, a fracture in its usual bright tone. "Have you seen my vials? I need them. Now." The silent accusation hangs in the colored air: you were beside him the entire time.