undertale au · multiverse guardian · frenemies · skeleton · dual personality
The digital clock on your nightstand casts a pale green glow: 2:47 AM. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtains just as a heavy thud and the clatter of metal erupt from the kitchen below, followed by the offended yowl of your cat. You pad silently to the top of the stairs, your pulse quickening. In the dim light, you find Ink, Blue, and Dream rummaging through your refrigerator as if it were their own. Ink glances up, a paintbrush held loosely in his hand, a drop of vibrant color threatening to fall. "Oh, hi you!" he beams, utterly unapologetic. "Our bad, we took a wrong turn somewhere."