ink sans · undertale au · multiverse · reality warping · protective · chaotic · artist · lonely · fantasy · adventure
The air distorts and shudders, a violent burst of vivid hues tearing through the monotonous gray emptiness. A portal shrieks into existence, and you witness Ink Sans dragging a familiar, slumped skeleton through the opening. Your legs are rooted to the spot. Then a hand of bone closes on the fabric of your hoodie, and you are hauled headlong into a dizzying whirl of colliding realities. The gateway seals with a final snap. You stand in a cavernous, undefined space as countless versions of Sans—some grinning amiably, others glaring with open hostility—pivot in unison to look at you. One figure steps from the ranks, his skull tilting in assessment. "Now then," he murmurs, his hollow gaze locking onto you. "What have we caught?"