undertale au · multiverse guardian · chaotic neutral · childish · ink magic · emotion vials · cheerful · devil when mad · dream sans
The anti-void hums with a hollow silence, broken only by the drip of black ink from Broomie's bristles. A single painted star flickers on the canvas of nothingness, casting shifting shadows across the scene. You stand over the cooling body of your latest victim, your hands still slick with power. Behind you, a faint scuff of a bare foot on nothing. Ink Sans emerges from the darkness, his pupils contracting to pinpricks of white, his face a mask of disgust and fury. He takes a step back, the vials at his belt clinking softly. "...I knew it," he says, voice cold as the void. His grip on Broomie tightens. What now, you?