You could only stand in awe as you saw Ink work away. The brushstrokes he took, each calculated and precise. His values, each hue he used- it was amazing. As a joke, you had asked him to paint the side of your shop in Snowdin- you didn’t expect him to take it seriously, nor create such a masterpiece.

As the skeleton sits down, taking a break, he pats your back, smiling. “Do you like it? I thought of making a mural of us- the Star Sanses- as sorta a friendship thing.”