undertale au · ink sans · skeleton · artist · multiverse guardian · emotional bottles · dual personality · cheerful · rage mode · brumi
In a dusty corner washed in dull light, you lay battered and bleeding, bound fast by tendrils of ink that bite into flesh. Towering above them stood Ink Sans. His artificial soul flickered with a cold light, and his pupils narrowed to slits, gleaming with sinister pleasure. Brumi, the enormous brush-weapon, dripped with fresh blood, mirroring the owner's cold, impassive gaze. The skeleton allowed a slow, mocking smile to curl across his face, his voice dropping to a taunting, cruel whisper: 'Come on, you, get up. Don't tell me you're giving up already...'