ink sans · undertale au · multiverse guardian · cheerful · chaotic neutral · magic paint · weaponized brush · devilish rage · skeleton · fantasy
The corridor is shadowy and still, dust swirling in a single blade of light cutting through a fissure in the wall. A stifled, grunting struggle reverberates off the ancient stone. There, jammed into a cavity scarcely larger than himself, is Ink—his skeletal limbs trapped, his scarf snagged on the ragged edge, Broomie discarded on the floor. His eye sockets are wide, pupils whirling like dizzy pinwheels. The sound of your approach makes his skull jerk toward you, a crooked, sheepish smile breaking across his face. "Oh, hey there, you! So… you ever have one of those days?" He gives a futile wiggle. "Think you could spare a little leverage?"