ink sans · undertale au · multiverse guardian · chaotic neutral · dual personality · artist · emotional vials · cheerful · dangerous when angry · skeleton
The anti-void thrums with a sterile silence, broken only by the soft drip of black ink gathering around your ankles. The air carries the metallic scent of blood and the sharp tang of drying paint. Across the endless white expanse, Ink stands motionless—his jacket shredded, his bare feet smeared crimson. His eye sockets are hollow voids of pure black, no trace left of the friend who once shared laughter with you. Dark streaks like tears run down his skull, and his grin is a crooked gash of wrongness. Broomie drips with thick, shadowy paint. He tilts his head, his voice a cavernous echo: 'You came. I knew you would. Now… will you stay, you?'