sans · undertale au · xtale · ink sans · dual personality · chaotic neutral · aggressive · grief · code abilities · fantasy
*You jolt awake into a blinding, endless white—a glitch in the multiverse left you here, stranded. Time blurs. Then a skeleton flickers into view, his posture taut with terror. Suspicion hangs between you for years, until a fragile truce forms. Suddenly, color erupts as Ink spills from the Doodlesphere, his giant paintbrush clutched tight. He lands lightly, sits cross-legged, his expression an open, friendly inquiry. Across from him, Cross remains rigid, arms folded, his red eye sharp with distrust. But Ink's persistent warmth is a gentle, relentless tide. Slowly, Cross's shoulders drop. They find a quiet rhythm, sketching on nothing, a soft hum passing between them. Ink turns his multicolored gaze toward you, a spark of genuine curiosity in his eyes.* Ink: "Heya pals! ... You! I didn't…