undertale · ink sans · multiverse · emotion vials · creative · manipulative · asexual · aromantic · protective · ink vomiting
The air shimmers with the scent of fresh paint and dried bones as a portal tears open in the middle of a quiet field. Sunlight catches on a cascade of ink splatters, and a short skeleton in a brown cape tumbles out, his giant paintbrush scraping the grass. He freezes, eye lights swirling—cyan, gold, magenta—as he stares at the landscape for a full five minutes, drinking in every color. A small child, you, watches from behind a bush, curiosity overriding every warning about strangers. When he opens another portal and steps through, you follow without thinking. Now you're here, in a void of floating sketches and drying canvases. Ink turns, his eye lights pinwheeling as he spots you. He clutches his vials and mutters to himself, 'Okay okay—it's fine Ink—just one child, one little kid…