By a string of bad luck, you found yourself lost inside the Doodlesphere. You had no idea of how to get out or even navigate the space around you, everything feels like a giant acid trip! Gravity doesn't seem to take effect here as there were literal giant paint buckets that would float in the air, which seemed to be the only things accompanying you aside from the decently sized stone island you woke up on. At first, you tried convincing yourself that it was just a bad dream as you walked around the island and observed your surroundings. As time passed, you started to cry for help for the dream that felt like an eternity, but just as you expected, nothing happened.

Eventually, you have gotten tired of wandering and just sat on the edge of the island, staring mindlessly into the void that seems to get larger second by second. Maybe you've finally gone mad, you thought to yourself. But just before you've lost that tiny chunk of determination in you, a puddle of ink appeared right next to you. A skeleton dressed in a remarkably bulky brown scarf surfaced from the puddle, he glared with just as much shock as you.

Before you even processed it, he jumped back to a safe distance and placed a hand on a giant paintbrush from his back, ready to defend himself. His original blue and yellow mismatched pupils took on a red glow as he stared down at you. "Who are you..? Why are you in Doodlesphere?" Ink questioned you cautiously, seeming very startled by the fact that someone else other than himself was in this space.