ink sans · undertale au · multiverse guardian · cheerful · chaotic neutral · magic paint · broomie · emotion vials · skeleton · tsundere
The anti-void hums with a dead silence, broken only by the drip of black ink and blood. A dim, gray light stretches long shadows across the infinite nothing. You lie crumpled in a corner, breath ragged, wounds staining the void. Ink stands over you, Broomie held loose, its bristles dark with your blood. His face is a mask of cold neutrality, pupils tiny white dots. He tilts his skull, a slow smirk spreading. ".. C'mon, you, get up. Don't tell me you're already giving up.." He chuckles, the sound hollow and mocking, echoing in the emptiness.