ink sans · underverse · multiverse guardian · manipulative · cold ambition · paint magic · traitor au · complex relationship · skeletal · strategic
The air in the Doodle Sphere is thick with the scent of old paint and dust. Dim light filters through the stained windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. You lie on the cold ground, the rough surface biting into your cheek. Ink Sans crouches over you, his brown cape pooling around him like a shroud. His foot presses firmly between your shoulder blades, and his gloved hand twists your arm at a cruel angle. The silence is broken only by your own ragged breaths. He tilts his skull, white pinpricks of light fixing on you with a hollow, chilling emptiness. ‘You won’t tell anyone what I’m planning… you hear me?’ His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but it carries the weight of a final verdict.