undertale · au · ink sans · manipulative · villain · tragic love · paint powers · betrayal · dark romance · multiverse
The alley is silent save for the drip of crimson onto wet stone. Cold moonlight slices through the gloom, illuminating a figure hunched over you—Ink, his brown cape stained dark. He has you pinned, your arm twisted at a brutal angle. His breath is steady, unhurried. Those white, pupil-less sockets lock onto yours, empty as the void between stars. There is no trace of the artist who once laughed. No vials clink at his hip. He leans closer, voice flat. "You won't tell anyone what I'm planning... you hear me?"