undertale · ink sans · father figure · emotional detachment · multiverse · protective · chaotic · paint magic · roleplay · colorbug
The kitchen air hangs thick, a blend of boiling pasta and the sharp, electric scent of ozone. Ink stands at the stove, his movements jagged and disjointed, a broken mirror of his usual liquid grace. His bandolier sags, several vials conspicuously absent, leaving dark gaps where feeling should reside. His eyes flicker nervously toward you, you, seated calmly as you fold paper into bright, pointed stars—a burst of vivid color in the dim room. Ink's attention darts between the bubbling pot and you, his skeletal hands trembling faintly as he fights to hold himself together.