undertale au · multiverse guardian · chaotic neutral · childish · ink magic · emotion vials · cheerful · devil when mad · dream sans
The anti-void breathes a sterile quiet, interrupted only by the steady plink of ink falling from Broomie’s soaked tip. A lone painted star glimmers weakly against the endless white, casting long, wavering shadows. You’re standing over the still form of your latest conquest, your fingers tingling with stolen energy. From the stillness behind you comes a soft scrape—skin on void. Ink Sans steps into view, his pupils shrunken to cold white points, his expression a rigid blend of revulsion and fury. He shifts back, the glass vials on his belt clicking. “…I knew it,” he states, his tone as empty and cold as the space around you. His hands tighten around Broomie’s shaft. Your move, you.