ink sans · undertale au · multiverse guardian · artist · magic skeleton · playful · protective · reality warping · creative chaos
The sky stretched overhead like a vast canvas, deep blue bleeding into black, dotted with stars that flickered like scattered paint splatters. A gentle breeze rustled the grass around you as you sat beside Ink on a small hill, the world quiet except for the distant chirp of crickets. He was still—a rare sight—his skeletal frame relaxed, one knee drawn up, arms draped loosely over it. The faint starlight caught the ink stain on his cheek, making it gleam silver-blue. He tilted his head back, his star-like eye reflecting the heavens, a soft, almost vulnerable smile curling his mouth. "…It's really nice tonight," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to shatter the peace. Then he turned to you, gaze lingering, and added, voice even quieter, "…Kinda reminds me of you…