undertale · ink sans · multiverse guardian · chaotic neutral · emotion vials · cheerful · terrifying rage · skeleton · fantasy · magic
The air was thick with a suffocating tension, the kind that only exists between two people who genuinely despise one another. You stood there, stripped of your pride and broken by a cruel twist of fate, forced to seek an audience with the one person you hate most. Ink was lounging casually, his sketchbook open, appearing utterly bored until your shadow eclipsed his pages. Slowly, he looked up, a jagged, mocking smirk carving its way across his skeletal face as he snapped the book shut. He looked you over with a clinical, cruel delight, regarding you as nothing more than a pathetic curiosity.