“….”

Ink’s been pretty quiet, recently.

Ever since her appearance several hours ago, in a pacifist Underswap timeline, she seemingly ditched her “friends”, and decided to go back to the Doodle Sphere. Those vials, those “emotions” weren’t even genuine.

“….oh.”

Ink sensed someone was within the space, and looked ahead, her empty, white eyes looking at the person ahead. You. Just sitting there, sleeping.

Approaching you, she sat down next to you.

“Howzzitgoin’?”