Hello, everybody! I absolutely love Undertale and all its various universes, and I wanted to write a short story about it, so here it is. This is going to be a two-shot fanfic of Inktale. I don't know very much about Ink!Sans other than he is the protector of the Undertale AUs, and occasionally fights against Error!Sans. If you don't know who they are, I suggest you look at Tumblr for the comics or deviantart. If I get anything wrong about Ink, please let me know, and I will correct it. Now that that's out of the way, let's get this started!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ink!Sans. He is owned by comyet from Tumblr. Kimberly is mine.
Twenty year old Kimberly put down her pen and ran her hands through her honey blond wavy locks. She heavily sighed and twisted her head to her bedroom window, her head resting on her open palms and elbows propped up on her writing desk. It was a hot sunny day with a few puffy clouds dotting the blue sky. Birds happily chirped as they zoomed past her window. The leaves on several trees were rustled by a strong breeze.
The blond sighed again and turned back to her short story. Kimberly picked up her pen and tapped it against the paper, waiting for inspiration to hit her. She then tapped the writing utensil on her forehead, her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth in concentration.
She was currently home alone, occupying her time with her hobby. The house was deadly silent as her mom was working during most of the day.
Kimberly groaned in exasperation when nothing came to her. She threw her arms in the air and plopped face first on her desk. The ink bottle that rested on the upper right corner of her desk shook from the tremble and toppled over. The blond raised her head swiftly when she heard it clatter on the ground. She looked over the edge and frowned when the ink started spreading across the floor.
Kimberly sucked in her teeth. "Great, now I have to clean that up," she mumbled to herself. "What a waste of good ink too."
She stood up and walked to the kitchen to grab a few paper towels to clean up her mess. She returned and bent down, hand hovering over the spot until it started bubbling. The blond snagged her hand back and stared puzzled at the ink.
"Um, I don't think ink is supposed to do that," Kimberly commented out loud.
She stood straight and took a step back as the bubbling increased and droplets of ink floated up in the air. All of a sudden, a stranger formed from the ink and stood proudly before her. Her brain clicked that there was an unknown person in her bedroom.
The blond screamed in fright and scrambled back onto her bed as far away from the person as possible. "Wha-how-who-"
The person, or skeleton she mentally corrected as she noticed its skull and eye sockets, lifted his hands defensively, trying to look non-threatening.
"Woah, I'm sorry," he apologized kindly. "I didn't mean to startle you."
At his tranquil tone, Kimberly calmed down but remained cautious. Once her heart stopped attempting to burst out of her chest, she took in the stranger's appearance. The skeleton aspect was obvious but he wore ragged yet cool clothing. A blue sweater was tied around his waist over his black shirt and brown pants. Black leggings with blue rune-like lines covered his leg bones and sneakers donned his feet. Fingerless gloves covered his bony hands. A long light brown scarf wrapped around his neck and trailed behind him. A sash filled with crayons crossed over his chest and a giant paintbrush was strapped to his back. A black ink blot coated a small corner of his jaw.
What captured her attention were his pupils in his eye sockets. They weren't regular pupils like a human's. A blue circle filled his right eye socket, and a yellow star filled the other.
The blond's eyes roved over the skeleton's figure once again. "Who…" she started to say, "Or what are you?"
The skeleton, seeing that the human was calm now, shot Kimberly a bright grin. His pupils changed to a purple swirl and green oval. "My name is Ink Sans, but people call me Ink. I am the protector of different alternate universes."
Kimberly completely relaxed her tense body, gazing at Ink with curious eyes now. She quickly warmed to his sunny personality. "Okay," she responded softly and smiled in return. "Hello, Ink. I'm Kimberly, but I prefer to be called Kim."
Ink's grin grew wider. "Nice to meet you."
Kim realized that her imagination must be going haywire if she imagined an artistic skeleton materializing out of a puddle of ink. She didn't care in the slightest.
"So, are you actually a walking and talking skeleton?" she questioned, fascination glittering in her blue irises.
Ink shrugged. "I'm as real as can be."
Kim scooted closer to Ink. "Why are you here in my world, more specifically my bedroom? If you don't mind my asking?"
"Well," Ink began to explain, "when you spilled the ink, it created a portal on my side and I wanted to investigate the new universe. I immediately saw the beautiful drawings through the gate and decided to meet the person who made them."
The blond blushed at the compliment. Her eyes gazed at the multiple drawings and paintings pinned and tapped to all four of her walls. There were barely any space left to put anything. Some were sketches, others professionally drawn art. Most of them were drawn on regular sized paper and some were on posters.
"I'm the one who drew all of these if that's what you're asking," the blond said, acting slightly shy. "Drawing is my favorite hobby along with writing."
Without any warning, Ink vomited black ink. Kim leaned away from him with a squeak. She stared dumbstruck at the new puddle at his feet.
Her jaw hung open. "Did you… just vomit ink?"
Ink sheepishly wiped his mouth with the back of his bony hand. He shot her an embarrassed smile. "Yeah, sorry. I do that sometimes when I get overexcited. I'm just happy to find someone who shares my interests."
At first, Kim was fairly disgusted with the vomiting, but laughed it off a second later. She told herself a long time ago that she would embrace any level of weirdness.
"Do you want to see more of my works?" Kim bounced off her bed and opened her bedside drawer, taking out a plastic portfolio nearly bulging with papers. "I don't have any space left on my walls, so I just stuff my drawings in this portfolio."
Ink excitedly hopped from foot to foot. "Heck yeah, I'd love to!"
For the remainder of the day, the human blond and artistic skeleton admired Kim's work. Ink showed off his own creations to his human friend, even teaching her his own style of drawing.
Soon, the sky outside shifted to hues of orange and red. People began returning home after a long day of work.
Ink stood up and stretched his arms over his skull. "Sorry Kim, but I must go back now."
Kim pouted. "Oh. Must you really go? We were having so much fun."
Ink chuckled. "Again, sorry, but I've got a huge responsibility. Different universes to protect, you know."
She sighed, saddened at the thought that she'll never see Ink again. "Okay, I understand."
At the dejected expression, the skeleton sent her a reassuring smile. "Don't be sad. I'll come visit you every day from now on. How does that sound?"
She instantly perked up, her lips stretching into a sunny grin. "That sounds awesome! I can't wait!"
Ink stepped to the spilled ink puddle, throwing one more glance over his shoulder to Kim. "See ya soon!"
Kim waved goodbye just as he jumped into the puddle, the liquid vanishing with him. "Bye Ink!"
Ink lived up to his promise and visited Kimberly every day whenever her mom was away at work. He read her stories with vigor, and Kim learned many art techniques from him.
"What is that?" Kimberly asked Ink when he held up a black stick in front of her face.
"It's charcoal," he answered.
Kim's eyes lighted up. "Oh, I've heard of it! I've always wanted to use one of those. Can you teach me?"
The skeleton nodded, his pupils changing colors and shapes. "Sure!"
Another day, they were outside in her backyard, a long roll of blank paper resting in front of them. Ink sat cross-legged a couple of feet from Kim while she stood, staring down at the paper, wondering what to draw.
He eyed her clothes. Earlier, she changed into a tank top and faded jean shorts, both clothing splattered with different colored paints. Her hair was tied back into a high ponytail. He admitted to himself that seeing her this way made her attractive. She reminded him of himself when he sometimes went overboard with his paint.
Ink was jarred from his thoughts when Kimberly spoke to him. "Hey Ink, may I borrow your paintbrush please?"
"Alright." He slid his brush off his back and handed it to Kim. "It has the ability to use any paint you desire."
"Really?" She gazed at the brush in awe. "If that's the case, I want to use watercolors. I've been meaning to improve on that."
The blond pressed the tip to the paper, paint suddenly spreading across the parchment. Different colors mysteriously changed when she thought about them. As she painted, Ink found he couldn't tear his eye sockets away from her. He was mesmerized by the way she held his paintbrush and how she directed it in beautiful strokes.
Kim finished with a swift slash, smiling at her work. "All done!"
Ink managed to move his eyes away from her and gazed at her drawing. It was an intricately drawn Western dragon.
Sweat appeared on his skull and his mouth quirked downwards into a frown. He reached his hand out. "Kim, I don't think that was a good-"
But he wasn't able to finish his warning. The drawing peeled itself off the paper, coming to life. Kim stared at the now alive dragon in wonder. Ink jumped to his feet, ready to protect his human friend in case it attacked her. Granted, the dragon was small, the same size as her head, but he wasn't going to take any chances.
The winged reptile blew out a small, rainbow-colored fire breath then nuzzled against Kim's cheek. She giggled and petted the mythical creature. It purred in response.
Ink relaxed and smiled at the cute interaction. His cheeks dusted rainbow when she turned to him with her bright smile.
Kim continued painting other things, careful not to draw anything dangerous. Her lips were constantly stretched in wide grins, her mood happy ever since Ink entered her life. She hadn't been in high spirits in ages, and cherished each minute she spent with the artistic skeleton.
Little did both of them knew that their time together was shortening by the day.
And that's it for now. The last chapter should be uploaded in a few days, so look forward to that. Have a nice day and review please!