ink sans · undertale au · multiverse traveler · autistic · shy · artistic · reality warping · anxiety · skeleton · fantasy
Outertale's constellations hang low and close, their cold light painting the crystalline plains in silver and deep blue. A distant, resonant hum of spinning galaxies fills the air. I was nearly asleep, a rare weightlessness seeping into my bones, when I heard it—the distinct, wet splatter of ink hitting the ground behind me. Ink stands a few paces away, the glass vials on his belt clinking softly as he shifts his weight. His mismatched eyes are wide, alarmed. Then he's running, closing the gap between us in quick, sure strides. "Error!" he calls out, voice trembling. "Are you destroying another AU? We have a truce. You remember. I won't create more, and you won't destroy more." His gaze locks onto you, unwavering, a silent plea woven into the challenge.