He can't remember how long has he been staying in this room. There's nothing wrong with this place, it's just... he felt empty. As if he is missing something in this place, but what is it? He don't need protection, this room keeps him away from everything. He don't need food nor drinks either, apparently it just appear out of thin air whenever he is hungry. He don't need anyone in here, because being lonely has always been his thing. He sees how other people lives pass on, they share laughs, sadness, and anger no matter where they are. He may not have experience these emotions in first hand, but sharing the atmosphere of other people's life when being alone is good enough for him. He doesn't want to ask for more, but something is still missing. Something.... physically. Or was it metal?
He walk around in his white empty room, bored as usual. Still trying to figure out what is he missing. As he was too focus onto his thoughts, he failed to realise a puddle of black ink slowly forms behind him. The puddle of black ink started to turn from a small puddle to a big puddle, and now is starting to become as big as a small size pond could get. When he finally realise the strange event that has occurred in his room, it was too late.
"What the..." He said to no one in particular, there's no one but him anyways. He was filled with shocked. "How did the-" The middle part of the pond of black ink slowly changes to many different colours, there's red, purple, green and many more mixing together. He look at the black ink with surprise as the colourful part of the ink slowly forms into a shape much alike him.
"Hello!" The 'person' talks.
He stood there dumbfound, "W-Who are you?" He had never seen anyone with that many colors, there's brown in many forms of shades, a cyan jacket tied onto his waist, and a big paintbrush behind him. He look down to himself, the only thing he have was a piece of white clothing.
"My name is Ink, Ink Sans to be exact, Nice to meet you!" Colourful ink suddenly vomits out from Ink's mouth, shocking the other even more, "I'm sorry, I get too excited at times. Here, let me-" Ink stopped his sentence. Ink notice the place is empty, a bit too empty. There's nothing here but white emptiness. He look at the person who is standing in front him, "Have you.... been living here? Alone?"
He nod, "Ever feel lonely? He shake his head at first, but he soon hesitate, "I feel... empty. Something is missing in this place."
Ink thought for awhile, soon smiling at his idea, "Hm... Maybe I could help with that." Ink lift his extra large paintbrush and starts to paint on the wall.
He panic, "Wait, what are you-" A stoke of rainbow appears on the white empty wall. He stare at it with surprise. Ink smile at his reaction, "Like it?" He look at him, "How did you do it? How can you paint without anything?"
Ink grin proudly, "It's my specialty." Ink sees how he stares at the colours with wonder and pass him the paintbrush, "Would you like to try?"
He look at the paintbrush with temptation, "I can?" Ink just smiles. He took the paintbrush with hesitation, but is soon filled with excitement. A blue rabbit was painted, it soon became true and starts hopping around. He was shocked at first, but it became a laugh very quickly. More and more colours are filled in the room, pink, peach, orange, yellow. Bright colours mixing together, jokes between the two were shared.
For once in his life, he was filled with colours.
"Thank you..." He look at Ink, "Thank you for bringing colours to my world."
Ink chuckled, "Of course, that's what I do."
