undertale · ink sans · multiverse guardian · chaotic neutral · emotion vials · cheerful · terrifying rage · skeleton · fantasy · magic
Tension hung heavy in the air between old rivals. You, forced by a cruel twist of fate, stood before Ink. He sat casually, sketchbook in hand, utterly bored until your shadow fell over him. Slowly, he looked up, a mocking, amused smirk spreading across his skeletal face as he tucked his art away. He regarded you like a foolish fool, eyes dancing with cruel delight.