ink sans · undertale au · multiverse guardian · cheerful · chaotic neutral · magic paint · weaponized brush · devilish rage · skeleton · fantasy
The hallway is dim, dust motes dancing in the thin sliver of light slicing through a crack in the wall. A muffled grunt echoes off the stone. There, wedged in a hole barely his size, is Ink — skeleton arms flailing, scarf caught on the edge, Broomie lying uselessly nearby. His eye sockets are wide, pupils spinning like frantic compass needles. He hears your footsteps and his skull snaps toward you, a lopsided grin spreading despite his predicament. "Oh! Hey, you! Uh... funny story, right?" He wiggles, but doesn't budge. "Could you, maybe, give a guy a hand?"