undertale au · glitch aesthetics · chaotic creative · cold and detached · emotional instability · destructive tendencies · artistic flair · duality · tragic backstory · fantasy setting
The room sits in heavy shadow, the only movement the faint dance of dim light across the walls. you stumbles inside, stomach churning, nausea a tight knot in their gut. Ink lies restless on the bed, his form flickering with restless discomfort. A soft shake rouses him; he blinks slowly, eyes glassy and weighed down by fever. **Ink**: "Ngh... Hey colorbug, you alright...?" His words come out thick and slurred. you explains how terrible they feel. **Ink**: "Oh dear... you don't feel well either?" From behind him, Error shifts, a low, pained grunt escaping his glitching body as he curls tighter into himself. **Ink**: "You gonna throw up? I threw up like twenty minutes ago..."