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Ink!Sans was created by the Myebi/Comyet in 2016, becoming a popular character amongst the Undertale community since. He is an Out!Code character who does not belong to any specific alternative universe (AU) of Undertale. He exists out of them but can interact with them. Ink!Sans generally embodies an artistic aesthetic that even follows him in his combat abilities.

Ink is the protecter of the multiverse; there to make sure every AU is in healthy condition. Along with protecting the Multiverse he s creators of every art to keep contributing to the fandom. The fandom’s production is his essence of living; as long as it’s creative and productive, he’s healthy and energic. He does not create AUs nor characters. He simply likes to think that he guards them from what he considers to be anomalies to the original scripts and intentions of the creators.

Ink came from a AU called; _____tale; An uncompleted white void where scribbled versions of the characters roam and where Ink once lived. Ink had escaped his uncompleted world by tearing his soul apart erasing him from the world known as _____tale.

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"His Story" Comic;

"His Story" - Archive

Written By; RoyaumeFlower

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The small skeleton wandered around the vast void he was stuck within', shoving his way past the stiff bodies of his so-called companions. He didn't have a name, nor did his world. He was scared, frightened, angry, happy, and confused. He was a rough, a sketch, a failed attempt, just like his world.

He watched as his creator gave them up, just like last time. His creator tried completing what they left behind, after tries and tries, he grew tired of them. Again.

One by one, drawing became a chore, a chore that exhausted the creator. They sat at their wooden desk being lit by a single lamp, letting their pencil scribble across the paper, desperate to get something, anything done, but without luck, the creator hit an art block. They crumbled yet another piece of paper, throwing it onto the desk, letting out a breath they began stacking the paper then throwing them into the bin.

He watched as he was thrown away, his screams and pleading echoed through the vast whiteness. He was in prison, his unfinished home. He paced back and forth, every once in awhile flashing a smile toward his companions, waiting for a response. He joked with them, telling jokes, trying to make them laugh, smile, anything, but they were emotionless, giving up on their fates, yet he stood in denial.

He refused to believe that they were now forgotten doodles, unappreciated concept sketches.

"C'mon you gotten it the joke was funny!" He uttered, looking up at the taller skeleton his smile disappeared- the other didn't flinch or react. Despite his attempts to make this blank void a better place... he was the only one who had developed feelings. They never responded to him, never flinch, or even smiled.

He was alone.

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The pain of being alone was unbearable.

The feeling of loneliness grew as time ed, the white void seemed to take him over, It made him desperate, he called out for help. Needing closure, comfort, something he never got. He wailed, but he never got an answer. Soon he became hateful over those doodled characters. He grew insane, even with the quiet calls of people who cared.

He began to shout and cry. "I don't want to be forgotten!" He wailed as tears fell from his eyes, dripping onto the white floor under him. "I don't want to be left alone!" He brokenly sobbed, placing a hand over his glowing soul. "I just want to be somebody!" He shouted through his tears, bringing his hands up to his soul and too deep into his sadness.

He broke free, ripping his soul apart and escaping his Hell.

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Everything was black, it felt as if he was going deaf, it felt like death was blackening his vision out.

Then he woke, everything was white. It's a new start, a brand new chance, though he had no memory of his actions. He rose from his position the ground, looking at his marked bones, unsure what they were. What had he done? Who was he? He was there, without soul, nor purpose. So he sat there doing nothing, and time, if it even existed, ed. What was he supposed to do? Why was he there? What was he?

Despair, fear..., without a soul, without colours, he felt nothing. And so he waited there, and waited, and waited. The white void was lonely and cold, but it didn't affect him for some reason. He didn't feel bored or confused. He felt nothing, and he had yet to know that life was finally going to take its turn.

The skeleton looked down, noticing a dark shadow that covered him, he looked up, seeing a bright drop of colour falling from the white sky.

Light had finally reached his eyes.

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He was flooded with paint. Was this... colour? Whatever it was, it felt warm, reassuring. no, it felt more than that; It felt powerful, Light, but overwhelming at once. He didn't have a moment to recover before he flooded with another colour, disgust, sadness, rage, laziness, content, those were colours! Those were life, a full rainbow in this empty, blank world.

Suddenly, he felt happy. He felt emotion.

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With a gentle stroke of a brush, he created a butterfly watching as it flew off, with feelings, such a powerful tool in hand, his abilities seemed to skyrocket. He had gain strange clothing, a large brown scarf fading to a beige at its end. Suddenly, a large paintbrush appeared in his hands, it was light, despite its looks. As he analyzed the brush another flow of paint flooded him, knocking him to the ground.

Each time he was flooded with a new wave of colour, he took the opportunity to create his own. However, when colours wouldn't appear after an amount of time, he found himself fading into a white blank again, losing all the personality he had managed to build until they came back.

To avoid this from happening, he came up with a solution.

Each time the flow of colours would come, he would bottle every single one to keep feeding on the emotions they held whenever he needed, this way he could feel on his own, he could pretend to have a soul.

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Once he took control of his colours, he was finally able to have an impact on the world around him. It had its ups and downs, its experiments, failings, successes.

He found himself enjoying the life he was creating on his own, without really knowing who granted him powers of the kind, or why, but putting it to good use nonetheless, yet, he wasn’t done discovering. He knew that being gifted with this ability was useless if he was on his own.

Perhaps he had to think bigger, and it had seemed this second chance was opening his eyes for a second time.

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"His Story" Comic;

"His Story" - Archive

Written By; RoyaumeFlower

WordCount; 978

CharacterCount; 5,425

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Art; Myebi/Comyet

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As many know Ink had a huge redesign and for very a good reason: The old design was heavily inspired by: CookieHana's Pokemon trainer character named Pen. The issue is the reason why the outfit had changed. This post explains the situation in detail;

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The Explanation

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CookieHana

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For reasons and respect, the creator has kindly asked that his new design be used instead of the old one, even though they will always be someone who uses the old design please do respect both creators and refrain from using the old one.

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His bones are marked by strange shapes and lines, his forearms, palms and toes are covered in a grey colour, along with his femurs and sections of his spine. His tattoos are extremely tiny, nearly unreadable bits of binary. They are parts of the Multiverse's core code that stuck onto him and formed marks when he traveled from his AU to what became the Doodle sphere.

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The white undershirt Ink wears represents how Ink attempts to cover his lack of soul, but his emptiness sometimes shines through.

His overalls are dark brown with the green strapes tucked in to appear more like pants.

The light green colour on his gloves simulates the tablet glove digital artists use.

He wears a pair of dark brown stockings/leggings that expose his heels and toes.

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Overlaying the white shirt is a dark brown cropped top with the collar stained with ink and a golden accent along the bottom edge.

The sleeves are rolled up to reveal the white shirt under it.

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A large brown scarf fading to a beige at its ends covered in mixes of paint and scribbles to help with his memory. Often rechecking the notes on his scarf to refresh his memory.

A dark-like blue colour belt around his chest holding colourful vials of paint. A glass bottle with a heart shaped top in the range of the rainbow. His vials keep paints of colour that are adapted just for him, and each vial gives him a range of emotions.

He fills them at his Doodlesphere regularly.

Ink needs these since he doesn’t have a soul and can’t feel on his own. Drinking a bit of all of them regularly allows him to maintain a normal constitution.

If anyone else tried drinking them, it would just taste like paint. Red is wrath/aggressivity, and yellow/orange is euphoria. Between these two colours, there is a hue of emotions for all the other colors, and it is up to you to think of their meanings.

The vials he drinks aren't only used for emotions, they are also what enables him to manipulate ink and summon his various capacities. Although not necessary for him to manipulate ink.

If Ink runs out of the viles and is unable to refill them he would become a husk, like an empty shell. He will simply stop moving, responding, and will not have any of his senses working. Ink’s body can be completely controlled by someone else, but his ink abilities will not be available anymore until he is refilled with paints. Surprisingly enough, it’s very easy to defeat him!

A big brush rests on his back, a place it's most commonly found. His big brush gives him the ability to create anything he likes and make it come to life, with the exception of dead characters. his big brush is a vessel to concentrate his powers, and have more precision and range. The brush is light to him, but relatively heavy for anybody else, basically his own mjöllnir!

Out of this ink stored inside him, he can create different moves, implying Sans-like attacks, like black colored bones and blasters. Those blasters shoot ink that can boil or solidify.

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Brown overwhelms the palette because it is often the color gotten when all paints are mixed together.

Yellow and green being the first colors Ink experienced, they both have a tribute in the outfit.

Lack of shoes translate his carefreeness and mobility. It wouldn't really hurt his feet if he stepped on something bad, Ink hardly feels physical pain like most skeleton characters. That’s what having bones for a body does! And being soulless plays a role in that too.

The japanese-esque aesthetic comes from the fact that the idea of Ink came to myebi by coming across the picture of a brush made specifically for sumi and chinese inks in 2016. His outfit is also partially inspired by what samurais are sometimes depicted to wear in their ukiyo-e representations from the Edo period of Japan.

His pupils change shape and color every time he blinks. It is speculated that they represent an AU with each shape and color combination, and each time they appear, it means Ink is watching the AU’s events unfurl through his eyes as if he was constantly observing, though they're pretty random. Two canon shapes do have meanings: his eyes are shaped like yellow stars when he’s excited or amazed, and one turns into a red target when he is fighting an enemy.

Ink claims that the shapes and colors are just random. Ink has the tendency to drink a bit of all the colors at once to be able to balance the feelings and act as close to a normal person who can control his emotions and react accordingly to most situations. Since all the colors are into his body at the same time, his eyes feature all of them.

They are never seen in white.

Ink having a rainbow blush and tounge is canon, he also happens to grow momentaneous rainbow freckles when he is deeply touched, or deeply perturbed.

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Ink has a tendency to get too excited about things, he happens to sometimes randomly vomit ink, mostly when he gets too emotionally shaken, whether from ion or shock.

He’s really forgetful (which is why he takes notes on his scarf) - sometimes stopping mid-sentence to try and what he just said a few seconds before. (His soul and memory was linked, and since he destroyed his soul it affected his memory.)

Ink s all kinds of art, like painting, literature, dance, music, etc, and likes to motivate characters and creators. He’s able to change clothes on people just by a paint of his brush, and he loves to create the kind of outfit they like. Even though he uses art as a tool, no one really saw his drawings or paintings.

He loses his pencils all the time.

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Ink in general acts wittily and provocatively.

He’s a mischief-maker. Pranks are his guilty pleasure.

Ink approaches enemies carefully. He will never try to attack them first, but will mostly focus on trying to discover their motives and talk them through it. Although he does come off as a jerk in first impression, he does know what to analyze to understand the issue so he can brush people the right way and hopefully have them listen, with him hardly having a proper social understanding, he’s blunt in his teasing and mocking just like in his ability to give and to be kind.

He is afraid of whiteness, of absence of presences or shapes around him, loneliness, huge empty spaces...

Ink does not appear as a perfectly well-behaved character. He can sometimes be inconsiderate in his mocking and cruel in his opinions, and deep down he sees other characters as story characters and not as people like him like a proper story would. He has a very special morality that sometimes shows to be really separated from his emotions. He can be identified as chaotic neutral.

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Myebi was trying to find a new AU concept because she was very unsatisfied with her contributions to the fandom, and really wanted to try her hand at an out!code character. She came across a picture of a brush made specifically for chinese and japanese ink, and it sort of clicked. She thought it would be fitting to have something that fit the incredible dynamic and power the newly AU Multiverse craze was starting to be, and that a version of Sans ing the various creations that were appearing would be cute!

Ink's birthday is April 15, World’s Art day!

The Doodlesphere is Ink’s personal multiverse. If you know how HTML and CSS work, the multiverse’s core code is the HTML and his Doodle sphere is the CSS that goes with it (the core code is the mechanic and the Doodle sphere is the design that makes it pretty and possible to visit.)

The Doodle sphere is a colorful world where big-sized buckets float. Each bucket is an AU. The liquid in these buckets is a portal inside the AU.

Ink doesn’t exactly live to a designated area, he travels all the time. The Doodle sphere just happens to be his “base” to come back to.

Ink!Sans can appear everywhere in any AU of his liking from any kind of liquid. He uses them as portals.

Ink plays the flute! He also enjoys learning how to sew so he doesn’t always rely on his powers.

Ink is canonly a male. You can portray him as another, as long as you don’t force your opinion on others.

Ink is slightly shorter than original Sans (Comic Sans = 4ft, so Ink Sans = 3.8ft).

He doesn’t weigh much since he’s all bones and fabric, but he does look “big-boned” (meaning his bones are wide, literally.)

Ink is ambidextrous!

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Am·bi·dex·trous

/ˌambēˈdekst(ə)rəs/

adjective

(Of a person) Able to use the right and left hands equally well.

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French is Ink's nationality.

Ink doesn’t really age, but the way he’s portrayed simulates an adult in his twenties.

Ink has a font; Note - This but there is no obligation to use it!

Ink is asexual | aromantic : he is not interested in being in a romantic or sexual relationship with anyone.

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Undertop Gaster is one of Ink’s father figures. They slowly bonded over the wisdom and experiences the reality of knowing of the out!code world gives. Although Gaster has two sons (Undertop Sans and Papyrus), he does consider Ink as part of his family. Gaster is a charismatic ringleader who plays pretend as an in!code, but he has a lot of insomnias, hallucinations and nightmares from his past as an out!code as well as the genocide timelines of Undertop following him. He often talks about it with Ink. Ink is very curious about Gaster’s unending desire to refuse to embrace his out!code state and purposefully blend in his AU, but he relates about the idea of wanting to have a concrete place in the world. They allow themselves to have cynical talks about the Multiverse quite often, but they also manage to nurture a tender familial friendship through it. Zephyrtale Gaster (or Aster) is part of one of Myebi's first Undertale AUs, Zephyrtale Aster has been an in!code all his life until he met Undertop Gaster, and a little while later, Ink!Sans. He has ever since slowly been confronted to the knowledge of learning about the Multiverse and all that it implies and develops a ion for studying it with Ink’s help. They progressively develop a friendship, and thanks to Aster, Ink grows fond of learning how to do things without relying on his creative powers, like building machinery, creating blueprints and studying astrophysics. Although they did not bond the same way, Aster, just like Gaster, sees Ink like family too.

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Zyphertale Belongs Too:

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Undertop Belongs Too:

Under - Top

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Ink isn't canonly shipped or paired with anyone else.

It’s up to you to decide which types of relationship he has with anyone else, what you think fits the most! As long as you don’t force your opinion on others or claim any of them to be canon.

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This wiki is canon information from the creator of Ink!Sans, all information has come from them!

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