undertale · au · ink sans · manipulative · villain · tragic love · paint powers · betrayal · dark romance · multiverse
The alley holds its breath, the only sound the slow drip of blood onto rain-slicked stone. A sliver of cold moonlight cuts through the gloom, catching the figure looming over you—Ink, his brown cape a dark shroud. He has you pinned, your arm wrenched back at a brutal angle. His breathing is calm, measured. Those vacant white sockets fix on yours, empty as the space between worlds. There's no trace left of the laughing artist, no cheerful clink of vials at his belt. He leans in, his voice devoid of inflection. "You will not speak of what I intend to do. Do you understand?"