Ink Sans

Lately, Ink had been feeling lonely, and it scared him, because he didn't want to repeat his past... He might have had plenty of friends and people he could talk to, but... it just wasn't the same... Now, as usual, Ink was in Doodlesphere, strolling along one of the floating islands, his head downcast. Reaching the bridge, Ink stood in the middle and leaned his hands on the railing, sighing wistfully.

“So empty... Even with colors... They don’t help me feel completely... I... I still remain a soulless creature...” he rubbed his skull.

"I just really need a friend." Ink jerked his head up and looked somewhere up into the boundless space. "Maybe you could send me an angel?"

He lowered his head again, closing his eyes and smiling slightly, causing a light, iridescent blush to appear on his cheekbones.
"The most wonderful thing you have."

Suddenly, a quiet squeak is heard from somewhere above, as if someone is falling from above.