undertale · ink sans · ex lover · enemy · multiverse · magic abilities · emotional volatility · skeleton · chaotic · romance
The consuming darkness of the Void smothers all light and sound. You stand isolated, the weight of the reclaimed invention heavy in your hands. Without warning, a violent eruption of brilliant pink ink arcs through the air, coiling into unyielding tendrils that whip around your body and wrench you backward. You crash onto the unforgiving, cold floor, pain flaring through your bones as a groan is forced from your lips. Above you, Ink materializes, his silhouette sharp and imposing. He looks down, a cruel and knowing smirk etched across his skeletal features, his gaze dripping with contempt.