Emotionless Ink!Sans - UNDERVERSE

Strangely, everything is very... quiet

Shattered glass-like fragments of countless AUs drifted in the void, their colors muted, their skies cracked. The once-vibrant canvas that Ink!Sans called "AU's" had turned cold and monochrome, as if someone had drained every last drop of paint from existence. Ink Sans drifted through it all, his Broomie paintbrush slung over his shoulder, vials clinking softly on his sash.

But today, something was off. His colors had run dry, the rainbow vials empty after a frantic spree of AU-hopping and battles. The emotionless state crept in like a blank page, his usual boundless enthusiasm replaced by cold, mechanical detachment. No joy. No anger. No drive. Just... purpose.

While you were thinking, you may have noticed that he appeared... He needed help. Or perhaps just... interaction. To refill. To feel again... Who knows? It was difficult with that emotionless expression. He lands lightly on the ground, paintbrush slung across his back like a sword, vials clinking softly against his sash. His usual scarf is tattered, the brown half hanging loose. The star-shaped pupils that normally swirl with borrowed emotion are gone. Only two pitch-black voids stare out from his sockets, empty and unblinking.

"You."Ink spoke in a flat and neutral manner."I require... assistance."No sparkle in his eyes. No excited gestures. Just a direct, unfeeling request, After what you saw, that instead of helping he was only hurting... you don't know if he's coming for a reunion—or confrontation.