She nods, " Though how are we going to get out?"

"Easily!" Ink chimed, twirling his brush and slathering piant on the ground between then with a flourish. "I hope you don't get motion sick!"

She felt odd about the large brush, but put her feeling away as that brush could be her ticket out of here

Ink shouldered his brush, and without bothering to ask about it, took the human by the hand and hopped right into the puddle.

Surprised, she squeaks. She held hishand tightly, unaware if she would fall if she let go.

It was over in within a fraction of a second, though anybody who had never used a portal before would've found the experiance quite jarring. Ink seemed completely unfazed, however, dropping his hold on the human's hand and striding off a little ways, shaking the excess paint of of himself. He glanced around and gave a contented hum. "Welp. Here we are. Home sweet home."

'Here' seemed to be, oddly enough, another void, although it had clearly been doctored up to appear less empty. Even though there was no appearent boundry anywhere except straight down, the place seemed cluttered with colorful paper, dubious-but-equally-colorful stains, and carelessly scattered but nonetheless well-loved art supplies. A warm, golden glow illuminated the area.... The place felt alive despite the stillness.

"If you feel wobbly, that's normal," Ink spoke up. "But if you need a bucket to throw up in now would be the time to let me know."

She shook her head, "No, Sans has had me do much more weird things. Plus I mess around with gravity a bit." She looked around, the colors giving her a slight feeling of comfort. "So are you another version of the other sans?"

"Something like that, I think!" Ink chimed.

"Buuut I take it you're not a Frisk. Or a Chara.... Oh, duh!" He facepalmed. "I didn't ask your name or anything, did I? Creators-- I didn't even introduce myself! S-sorry, I didn't mean to be rude or anything!" He exclimed, looking somewhat flustered for a moment. He quickly calmed down again, though, cleared his non-existant throat, and gave a little bow.

"The name's Ink, Guradian of Creativity and Alternate Universes. At your service!" He straightened and extended a hand for a shake. "And who might you be?"

"I'm Cherry... sorry I don't have a fancy title like yours." She took his hand "And it wasn't rude, I can assure you. We both wanted out of there as soon as possible!"

Ink gave her hand a firm shake. "Hey, no worries! Heh, the titles are just a formality. But nice to get to know ya."