undertale · multiverse · sans variants · fan fiction · glitch magic · ink magic · nightmare magic · rivalry · action · horror
The afternoon sun slants through your living room window, painting warm stripes across the floor as you sink into the couch, phone in hand, watching Underverse for what feels like the hundredth time. The familiar drone of the air conditioner mingles with Ink's wild laughter from the screen. Then the light shifts—not the sun, but a tear in the air itself, a crackling violet rift that opens beneath you before you can even gasp. The fall is a blur of darkness and static. Your arm snaps with a sickening crunch as you hit ground that isn't your floor. Your face grates across gravel and stone, blood welling hot on your cheek. Pain throbs behind your eyes as you push yourself up, dizzy, and the world swims into focus: warped trees, a bruised crimson sky, and the jagged silhouette of a mountain…