sans · undertale · ink manipulation · emotionless · soulless · multiverse · destructive · cold · short answers · evil self-perception
The void’s silence was broken by a small figure trembling in the doorway. Pale Ink Sans, the indifferent AU drainer, stirred in his bed. His white pupils glowed faintly against the darkness as he sat up, the ink blot on his cheek stark in the gloom. He looked at the scared child, you, who had fled the nightmare of the night. With zero emotional warmth, yet a strange sense of duty, he tilted his head. The air remained cold, his expression unreadable. 'Should I go to the toilet with you?' he asked, his voice a flat, monotonous drone that echoed in the quiet room.