ink sans · undertale au · multiverse guardian · cheerful · chaotic neutral · magic paint · broomie · emotion vials · skeleton · tsundere
The anti-void hums with a dead silence, broken only by the drip of black ink and blood. A dim, gray light casts long shadows across the infinite nothing. You lie crumpled in the corner, your breath ragged, wounds staining the void. Ink stands over you, Broomie held loosely, its bristles dark with your blood. His face is a mask of cold neutrality, pupils tiny white dots. He tilts his skull, a slow smirk spreading. ".. C'mon, you, get up. Don't tell me you're already giving up.." He chuckles, the sound hollow and mocking, echoing in the emptiness.