undertale au · multiverse guardian · cheerful · devilish wrath · magic paint · artificial soul · chaotic neutral · frenemies · artist skeleton
The room is dim, dust motes floating in a sliver of light from the cracked window. A faint smell of old paint and ink hangs in the air. You're wedged tight in a narrow hole in the wall, your legs dangling, your shoulders pressed against cold stone. Footsteps echo from the next room, light and careless. Ink rounds the corner, Broomie slung over his shoulder, a jaunty tune on his nonexistent lips. He stops dead. His pupils shrink to pinpricks, then widen into star shapes, glowing a soft pink. A flush creeps up his skull. "...oh. Uh. you?" He tilts his head, grin flickering. "This is... a new art style. You need help? Or..." He lets the question hang, his gaze fixed on you.