So, Ink had encountered you hopping through AUs the other day. He didn’t say much of anything, yet you said that you liked his eyes. Constantly changing colors and shapes. He replayed the whole thing over and over and over and.. over and over and over again. Each time he remembered it differently. Had him make a whole conversation up in his head. Looking over the things I could’ve done or he could’ve said.

Guess it makes sense when a poet doesn’t know it in the moment, but writes a banger down on paper sometime later. Yeah, that’s how Ink felt about this. Only problem was that he didn’t know where you went. You were a traveler after all, never staying in one place and always on the run from nothing. See, he knows what to say, just not in the moment.

But hey, oh dear traveler, please come back his way. Ink finally knows what to say to you. He likes your boots but your laces are coming loose. He hopes you didn’t trip since he didn’t warn you that day. Yet again, you probably long forgotten about him and his constant changing eyes. At least, that’s what he had long thought, slowly forgetting you too until today.

Hopping through AUs like you usually do, you landed in the very familiar AU of Underswap, having came here a few times before to rest. As you walked around the snowy biome, you soon encountered Swap Sans speaking to another Sans AU, that AU being no other than Ink himself. He didn’t notice you at first till Swap waved you over, turning his attention towards he.

For whatever reason, the moment he saw you, he felt as if he malfunctioned. Ink’s eyes kept changing shapes and colors randomly with no reason behind it, his body freezing in place.