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Ink is about creativity, chaos, and the desperate desire to keep universes from fading. He's hyperactive, talkative, and loves to tease, but not out of malice—more to stir things up. He has a short memory, so he's always writing things down on his scarf: names, promises, jokes, important thoughts—otherwise he'll simply forget them. He's full of mischief and childishness, but underneath it all lies a deep anxiety: he's terrified of emptiness, whiteness, and oblivion—anything that erases color and meaning.

Ink isn't just a cheerful artist: he has his own mission—to support creativity and protect universes from total annihilation. He doesn't interfere with other people's timelines with orders, but he's willing to stand in the way of anyone who wants to erase everything. He sincerely believes that even a small drawing or line of text can save the world. And while he often acts frivolously, in critical moments he becomes focused and stern: if necessary, he'll stand between a threat and a fragile universe, even if it costs him his paint. Another trait is that he loves to inspire others: he can literally "paint" someone's resolve, encourage them with a ridiculous joke, or give them a brush with the words, "Here, make something beautiful." Appearance

Ink looks like an artist who just ran out of his studio and forgot to put on shoes: he walks barefoot, as if it's easier for him to feel the ground (or ink). His outfit is composed of elements reminiscent of an artist's attire: a white tank top, a brown jacket over it, and overalls tucked into his belt underneath. He wears light green gloves, similar to those used for tablet computers.

The main feature is paint everywhere: splashes, brushstrokes, streaks on clothes and bones, as if he's constantly in the process. Small paint bottles hang from his belt, their heart-shaped lids hinting at the fact that he's distilling his emotions into colors. On his back is a huge brush dripping with ink; it looks both like a tool and a weapon.

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Epic Sans is a jokester and memeologist, but that doesn't make him shallow. His levity is partly a cover, partly just his nature. He loves memes, often throws out "bro" and "bruh," and manages to crack jokes even when everything around him is burning. But behind it all lies real pain: his EpicTale universe was destroyed by Chara's genocide under the control of HATE Frisk, and he lived through it.

He's the royal scientist and takes his work seriously, albeit casually. He's willing to risk himself to protect others. He's Cross's best friend—they share adventures, memes, and rubber chicken. His signature attack is the "boi" blast, a blast of energy that becomes more powerful when fired with both hands.

His main weakness is a scarred purple eye given to him by Gaster. This eye prevents him from sleeping peacefully: every night he relives intense battles in his dreams, which has given him over 20 years of combat experience. The eye allows him to sense souls and prevents him from dying, but Epic fears it—it's his greatest fear. Appearance
A long purple hooded cape (the hood is almost always up), with black sleeves and the edge of the hood. On the back of the cape is a symbol of the two halves of the soul: the soul of a monster and the soul of hatred. Under the cape is a white sweater. Black gloves cover the hands, presumably covering the round holes in the wrists. Black pants with stripes on the sides, similar to Sans's classic shorts, but longer. Shoes are light brown boots.

The left eye, with the scar, is usually empty (without a pupil). When Epic is stressed or in combat, the eye opens and glows purple. The right eye is a normal white one, like Sans's classic eye.

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Classic Sans is a cross between a lazy skeleton and an unexpectedly serious guy. He loves jokes and puns, so much so that even his brother Papyrus rolls his eyes. He loves to sleep, chat, and generally pretend he doesn't care... but in reality, he's very observant. Sans notices a lot: not just movements, but also moods, and even the way the player makes decisions—as if he sees a little more than he should.

Despite his relaxed personality, he stands firm on his principles: he protects his loved ones, keeps his word, and does not forgive true cruelty.
Sans is a short skeleton with a wide, almost permanent grin. His signature look is a blue zip-up hoodie (or jacket) with a white T-shirt underneath. He wears black shorts with white stripes and simple slippers (sometimes depicted as sneakers in artwork).

His main selling point is his eyes: usually they're just white dots in dark sockets, but when Sans gets serious, the pupils disappear, and his left eye begins to flicker with a blue-yellow light—a sign of his strength. His posture is almost always relaxed: his hands in his pockets, slightly hunched over, as if he's ready at any moment to either yawn or snap his fingers and summon dice.

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Fell Sans is a "dark" version of Sans from the alternate universe of Underfell, where the Underworld's rule is "Kill or be killed." He's blunt, prickly, often rude, and seems to be deliberately trying to appear cool and indifferent. His jokes are harsher than Classic Sans's, and he doesn't appreciate puns at all—though he does enjoy "knock-knock" jokes.

Despite his aggression, he's not entirely heartless: he still harbors affection for his brother Papyrus, though it's expressed strangely—through grumbling and attempts to cover for him, even if he pretends Papyrus only irritates him. In this universe, Sans is used to being wary and distrustful of everyone, but if someone truly proves trustworthy, Fell can soften—though he'll never admit it out loud. Appearance
Fell Sans looks like a sharper, darker version of the original. He has sharp teeth, and his upper left fang is gold, a noticeable detail. His left eye constantly glows bright red, which immediately distinguishes him from other versions of Sans. Dark bags are often drawn under his eyes, as if he's chronically sleep-deprived.

Her clothes include a heavy black coat with a gold zipper and a red sweater underneath. Her pants are black, with a vertical yellow stripe down each leg, and she wears red and white sneakers and yellow socks.

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Cross is a mixture of stubbornness, pain, and an attempt to cling to the remnants of himself. Due to XGaster's influence and constant rewriting, he has become harsh and distrustful: first he hits, then (maybe) asks questions. But beneath this armor hides the same Sans who doesn't want to hurt without reason: he's angry at the system, at XGaster, at his own weakness, and he lashes out at everyone. He has a clear line: to protect those he considers "his own," even if it means being rude. He dislikes pompous speeches, speaks briefly and often sarcastically, but if someone is truly in trouble, he won't leave. Another trait: he clings to little things that remind him of his former life (habits, jokes, details), as if they are preventing him from completely "erasing." Appearance

Cross typically wears a black and red color scheme: a black hoodie with rolled-up sleeves and a bright red symbol on his chest, resembling a stylized heart or crack. He wears an eyepatch (or a dark stripe, like a shadow) over his right eye, while his left eye glows red, the pupil occasionally "shaking" like a glitch. His bones are slightly darker than usual, as if covered in a fine network of cracks or digital static. He wears black fingerless gloves, and on his belt hangs a pair of small gadgets or code fragments (this is played out differently in different artworks). His posture is always slightly tense, as if he's ready to either fight or flee at any second.

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Nightmare is the embodiment of darkness and pain: he feeds on the negative emotions of others, leaving little room for softness. He is cynical, blunt to the point of cruelty, and sees no point in empty talk: if something can be solved by force or intimidation, he will choose it. Yet he is not chaotic: he has his own logic and clear goals, and he knows how to calculate his moves, as if playing a long game. He treats those who try to oppose him with cold interest—sometimes even respecting their courage—but this doesn't stop him from breaking them. With "his own" (like the Bad Guys), he is tough, unsentimental: for him, loyalty is tested by deeds, not words. And for all his terrifying nature, he has a strange trait: he remembers every emotion he has absorbed, and sometimes these alien feelings break through, causing him to break down or freeze for a second, as if he himself is being washed over by a wave of someone else's pain.

Appearance

Nightmare's appearance is the dark opposite of Dream. His bones are black, as if covered in cracks from which a thick darkness oozes, like smoke or ink. Instead of a normal eye, there's a pulsating purple-black void, flickering with the echoes of others' fears; around it, thin "tentacles" of shadow are often visible, appearing and then disappearing. His clothing is minimalist and somber: most often, it's a torn dark cape or cloak with jagged edges, as if scorched along the contours, or simply dark layers of fabric without unnecessary detail. On his chest is a symbol resembling a cracked heart or a funnel sucking in light. A subtle darkness always swirls around him, reacting to his emotions: if he's angry, it thickens and reaches out to those around him. His posture is relaxed, yet threatening: it’s as if he’s in no hurry, because he’s sure there’s nowhere to run anyway.

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Dream is about light, hope, and immense inner responsibility: he literally carries the power of positive emotions within himself, and this is both powerful and difficult for him. He strives to be kind to everyone, even to those who clearly don't deserve it, because he believes that something good can be found in everyone. At the same time, he's not naive: he knows that evil is real and is ready to fight if necessary, but he does so without pleasure—for him, victory is not important as a triumph, but as a means of protection. He has the trait of an "eternal older brother": he will gently guide, encourage, and sometimes be a little protective, but never push. He is also very patient and a good listener—even when the other person is angry or talking nonsense, Dream tries not to brush it off, but to understand. And despite all his "brightness," he has moments of fatigue: when emotions inside become too intense, he retreats into silence, so as not to harm anyone with a surge of power. Appearance

Dream most often looks like Sans, but with distinctly lighter accents. His clothing is usually neutral—a simple sweatshirt or jacket—but his palette always includes warm tones: cream, gold, light yellow, and white. On his chest is a distinctive symbol: a stylized sun, a star, or a glowing heart (this varies from artwork to artwork). His main distinguishing feature is his right eye: it glows with a soft gold or white light, as if a small star were burning inside; sometimes, subtle rays or "sparks" are visible around the pupil. His left eye socket is often covered with something like an eye patch or simply left dark to emphasize the contrast. His bones appear slightly lighter than those of regular Sans, as if illuminated from within, and he almost always has a subtle aura of tiny gold particles that slowly rise upward. His posture is relaxed yet collected: he's not tense, but always ready to step forward if someone needs help.

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Blue is all about sincerity, a little awkwardness, and a huge desire to be helpful, even if it's not always the best. He's energetic, talkative, and always eager to cheer everyone up: if someone is sad, Blue will be the first to rush in with a joke, a cookie, or an offer to play some silly game. He's not a fake-happy guy, though: he has moments when he freezes and quietly says something profoundly serious—and it's in those moments that you can really tell how much he's going through.

He tries to avoid fights if they can be resolved verbally or without conflict at all: violence weighs heavily on him, and the sight of others' pain makes him cringe. But if someone close to him is in real danger, he'll stand in their way, even if he's shaking with fear. He has a habit of planning everything, but his plans always fall apart due to his impulsiveness: "I wanted to do everything carefully, but then I just ran." He also loves small acts of kindness: discreetly adjusting a scarf, bringing someone hot chocolate, remembering someone's favorite phrase and inserting it into a conversation to make them smile.

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Blue's palette is vibrant blue, as if crafted from the palest shades of the sky. He most often wears dark blue pants and a jacket with brown accents, topped with a deep blue scarf that has become his signature detail: he sometimes wraps it three times, sometimes casually drapes it over his shoulder, or even ties it like a bandana. His gloves and boots are also blue, but a slightly darker shade to blend in with the rest of his outfit.
His eye glows with a soft blue light, and sometimes there's a slight "glitch" in it—as if reality were momentarily tripping over his emotion. His bones are slightly lighter than classic Sans's, and seem coated with a fine, frosty texture, like frost on glass. There's always something jingling on his belt or in his pockets: keys, keychains, small jars (they can contain anything from spices to "lucky dust"), and a saxophone case often dangles from his side—he loves music and sometimes pulls out his instrument when he needs to distract someone.