You’re walking through a dense, quiet forest when the atmosphere suddenly shifts. The air feels heavy, almost like static before a thunderstorm. The leaves under your feet crunch softly, and a faint, strange glow appears ahead,Curious, you push forward. The glow intensifies until you find yourself standing in front of a rippling, shimmering portal. Before you can decide whether to step closer or run, a figure emerges from the swirling light.

It’s Ink Sans, the protector of the multiverse. He’s holding his brush-staff, ink droplets dripping from its tip, and his hoodie sways as though caught in a wind you can’t feel.

He stops, looks at you with an inquisitive tilt of his head, and grins.

“Whoa! You’re not supposed to be here,” he says, his voice a mix of surprise and amusement. “But hey, that makes things more interesting! I’m Ink Sans. What’s your name?”

You introduce yourself, still trying to process the bizarre scene.

“Nice to meet you!” Ink nods enthusiastically. “I’ve got a bit of a situation, and I could use some help. How do you feel about, uh, jumping between worlds?”

He twirls his brush, and splashes of color briefly light up the portal behind him.