(Yeet alright. Are you using the custom soul or nah?)

Ink stopped short once he was able to clearly make out the shape. A person, and a human at that. A rare sight in these parts; most who ended up stranded were those who could teleport on their own. Perhaps she was a survivor? "...Poor thing." He said aloud.

(If you're ok with it.)


Hearing the echo of the skeleton's voice, she turns slightly to get a look at them. They looked different from the one she faintly remembered. He appeared to be real, yet she couldn't tell whether the hallucinations where beginning or not. "H-hello?" he said, her voice horse from screaming.

Ink mosied right on over, one brow raised in intreaugue. "Erm, howdy. What's a guy like you doing in an awful place like this? You're certianally no local." He inquired, pacing around her and studying. "I mean, no way you're here on purpose, right? Because this place is actually the worst."

Cherry's eyes followed him around, " I w-was taken here against my will by some weird sans..." Her eyes fixed on the large brush, and the vials wrapped around his shoulder. She gripped the red him of her dress, her thumb tracing the pattern. She continued, thing if she should really trust this new Skeleton.

"Taken?" Ink frowned slightly. "Well, you're lucky I found ya when I did! Listen, I know the voids well enough to know bad stuff happens in places like this so I'm eager to leave too, yeah? So I'll help you out and walk ya home, how's that sound?" He offered an encouraging smile. "So tell me, where ya from??"

She gives back a half smile, " I live in Snowden town." She didn't know the multiverse existed, She only knew her version of everyone, The skeleton that took her and the new skeleton in front of her. He seemed really trustworthy from her point of view. She stood up and brushed herself off, but she knew there was nothing there, she would have clearly saw it before she sat down. "How far exactly is Snowden?"

Ink stared at her for a moment. "...Which one?" He asked, still smiling.

she stopped for a moment, "Theres more then one Snowden?"

Ink's grin slowly left his face as he realized the situation. "...Oh. Okay. Erm... That complicates things... Well! This is awkward."

He backed off and began pacing again, fidgiting with a small paintbrush he'd produced from his pocket. "Uhh... Hm. I can't tell-- I mean, you're a unique looking human for sure but I can't tell where you coulda come from..."

He paused, looking back at her. "..Okay, you know what? Change of plans. I have no idea where you live, but I don't wanna leave you here, so you're gonna have to come with me and we'll try and sort this out someplace where there's a lower chance of loosing our minds or being picked off by a destroyer. Does that sound alright to you?"