Undyne
“WHERE UNDYNE? DO TELL! WE MUST GET THE HUMAN FIXED RIGHT AWAY!” Papyrus announces, fluttering around nervously, trying to reach out for you but then pulling back.
“We gotta take her to Alphys. She’s, like, the only one besides Toriel that knows a lot about humans.”
“why don’t we just take the human to tori, then? tori is taking care of them.”
“NO!” Undyne bursts out, blushing as Sans eye sockets narrow onto her face.
“and why not?”
Undyne bites her lip, “Because she’s busy! Teaching the children!” Undyne roughly elbows Papyrus out of the way, grabbing your arm. You yelp in pain as she forcefully drags you behind her, “Let’s go, human. Alphys will fix you.” Undyne then turns on her heel, and you nearly have to run in order to keep up with her.
“UNDYNE BE GENTLE! HUMANS ARE FRAGILE!”
“Ngah!” Undyne growls, whipping around. With a dismayed look, Undyne hooks you over her shoulder. You squirm, trying to release yourself from her hold, but Undyne only grips tighter, “Stop moving! Stop being such a baby, it’s not even like I threw it that hard! You just had to step into the goddamn path, now didn’t you?”
“UNDYNE! GENTLY!” Papyrus proclaims, as he hurriedly jogs to catch up.
“I AM being gentle!” Undyne shouts angrily, before growling and settling you into her arms instead. Your shoulder is pressing uncomfortably against her armour.
“well it seems you two got a-hold of this situation. i’ll just spear myself onto the couch.” From your vantage point in Undyne's arm, you can see the house- and Sans- behind her. You watch as Sans winks out of sight, the blue in his eye smoldering for a brief second. He really did use magic to move around quickly.
However, that thought was blasted out of your brain as Undyne started running at near break-neck speeds. You bounce, along with her strides, and despite her stable grip, still manage to slam into her breastplate every so often. Grunts and groans tumble out of your mouth, even as Undyne tries to hush you.
“PERHAPS YOU SHOULD LET ME CARRY THE HUMAN-”
“I’m perfectly capable of carrying this human by myself, Papyrus! Besides, it… it is my fault they got hurt, so I gotta deal with it!”
It seems like forever as you bob and bounce painfully into Undyne’s armour, until you reach a large, metallic building situated against the base of the mountain. Undyne bursts through the metallic, sliding door and you enter into a large, cluttered room. Papers and empty noodle cups litter the floor, with a desk decorated with random little figurines you didn't know. Whirring and other clanking noises sound off in the distance.
“ALPHYS! I’VE GOT A PROBLEM!” Undyne bellows loudly, all but throwing you onto a weirdly decorated folding chair near the cluttered desk. You moan, sagging into it, sore from the ‘ride’ here. With your uninjured arm, you rub the side of your arm, hoping to dispel at least some of the pain. You pull your hand away, it sticky and wet with blood.
Papyrus’s worried face appears in your field of vision, “ARE YOU OKAY HUMAN?”
You smile blandly, but feel too lightheaded to do anything else. Not only had the jog bruised most of your injured arm, but it felt like Undyne had somehow managed to jostle out every inch of blood in your body.
“I AM AFRAID YOUR SHIRT IS COVERED WITH THAT PASTA SAUCE, HUMAN. IT IS RUINED.”
The scurrying of toenails, and other scratchy sounds happen before a flustered voice calls out from deeper inside the- house?- you were in.
“Un- Un- Undyne? Wha-What seems to be the- ohmygosh Undyne! You- you have blood on your armour!”
“It’s not mine. It’s the humans blood. I’m afraid… they got into an accident.” Undyne reappears with that little portly lizard lady you remember from a few days ago. You nod your head in greeting as Papyrus steps to the side to let Alphys see you.
“Oh- Ohmygoodness. What-what-?” Alphys stutters, fluttering over to you. The white lab coat on her body flickers at her movements, and the spectacles on her face fall slightly as she regards you, “This- this looks pretty serious Undyne. Wha- what happened?” She attempts to press against your wound, but immediately brings her claws back at your pained hiss. Papyrus looks on the verge of tears.
“Uh- Who cares about what happened, can you fix it?”
“Oh my, oh yes- yes. We have to- oh, we have to fix that- oh dear…” Alphys scurries around you, examining the wound on all sides, “Some- someone has to- to carry them into my muh-muh-medical lab. I ha- have equipment there.” Undyne steps towards you, and unwittingly you flinch at the fins she extends, attempting to pick you up once again. Papyrus steps between, pushing Undyne’s hands away.
“I THINK I WILL CARRY THE HUMAN THIS TIME, UNDYNE.” Papyrus announces sternly, “AFTER ALL, THERE WASN’T THIS MUCH PASTA SAUCE BEFORE YOU STARTED CARRYING THEM.” Undyne flinches, looking away and stepping aside.
Papyrus expertly scoops you up from the chair, and proceeds to follow behind Alphys as she guides you deeper into the large, metallic house. You hear the clanking that is Undyne's armour follow at a slower pace. You enter into a smaller, white tiled room. It holds a large metallic medical bed, with different diagrams and medical books scattered about on the walls and shelves haphazardly placed about the room. A large cart, filled with different equipment and medical supplies is sitting against the one wall. Another door is across the way, leading to further into the weird house. More of those interestingly decorated folding chairs are scattered about on the floor. A strange, blocky monitor is set up in one corner, along with a more sophisticated looking computer.
Alphys instructs Papyrus to place you on the medical bed. He does so, carefully putting you down.
Alphys then proceeds to change, her flustered look turning into one of serious concentration. She goes over, snapping on a pair of latex gloves, before returning to your side, with that small cart full of equipment. She drags a chair against the bed, and perches herself on it. You see Papyrus and Undyne hovering together near the entrance.
“I’ve really only seen pictures and read books on how to treat humans, but the real thing can’t be all that different, right? I’ve also seen plenty of human medical movies too.” Alphys proclaims to you. That declaration doesn’t make you feel any better though, but at least Alphys seemed to know something. As long as she fixed your arm and got rid of the pain, you would probably be okay with anything.
Alphys seems to grab some type of scissors, and quickly snips at the part of your clothing around the wound. At each hiss as she tries to pull out pieces of cloth stuck to you, she apologizes profusely. You'd tell her its okay, but you couldn't exactly gesture that. Instead, you try to use your other hand to give some sort of signal, or gentle pat on her other claw, holding you steady. She must have understood what you meant, since she stopped apologizing so much. Alphys then turns to her cart once again, producing a cloth. Her eyes glance over to the two hesitating by the doorway.
“Oh, um, Undyne- or, or Papyrus- I’m going to need a second hand here. I need someone to press down on their shoulder. I need to start cleaning the wound soon, so I can sew it up."
Undyne quickly steps forward, and proceeds as Alphys instructs. You look up, Undyne’s chin a few inches away from the top of your head. Undyne presses down on your shoulder blades. Hard. You squeak.
“Ah- Undyne, not so hard! We don’t want to fracture their bones! It’s good enough whatever hit them sliced clean through muscles, and didn’t hit any bones. I- I don’t exactly know how to fix a human bone.”
Undyne blushes, relenting a little, “Sorry.” She mutters. Alphys then continues on, dipping the cloth around and gently into the wound- but stopping as soon as you make sounds of pain. You can see Alphys biting her lip worriedly, peering at your cut with a critical eye.
“Okay, Undyne, I’m going to ask you to move your hand a bit. I need to directly clean their wound- at least, I believe so. All the books say you have to make sure they don’t get infected. Humans get easily infected if they don’t clean wounds properly.” You see Alphys produce a brown bottle, and you stare at it, knowing exactly what it was. You grimace.
“Ah, okay.”
You brace yourself for what you know is going to happen next. Squeezing your eyes shut, the ‘cleaner’ Alphys dumps on you burns. You let out a loud yelp of surprise and pain, startling everyone in the room. Your other hand covers your mouth, as tears swell in your closed eyes. You gurgle more incoherent gasps, as the alcohol continues to burn its way in your cut; a very effective cleaning method.
“IS THIS HURTING THE HUMAN? ALPHYS WHY ARE YOU HURTING THE HUMAN?!”
“I- I don’t know! I thought this is what you’re supposed to do! Clean it! I didn’t know cleaning the wound hurts!” Alphys seems just as stressed as Papyrus does, “I’ve never done this before!”
“PERHAPS WE DO NEED TO GET MISS MAYOR. SHE WOULD KNOW!”
“No!” Undyne bursts out again, “We can’t do that yet! Besides, look, the human stopped crying!” The alcohol done its job, you had stopped biting your lip and were now beginning to blink away the tears.
Alphys examines the cut, dipping her cloth in and out. She peers at it, looking more than unsure, “It looks clean.” Then Alphys grabs a long needle, and something that looked like twine. You breath in another shaky breath. You knew where this was heading too. Alphys looks at the needle, then at you, her brows crinkling in concern, “I’m pretty sure this is going to hurt.” She announces.
You sadly nod your head.
“I don’t have any of that… morphine stuff I remember reading about. A lot of the human medicals supplies I have are… rather homemade or scavenged.” You bite your lip, “I can use an elixir that may make the pain go away, but it’s an extraction of magic and I can’t guarantee it’ll work on you.” Alphys holds up a bottle, it swirling between purple and blue, and you find yourself eyeing it, before giving a brief nod. With a disquiet unease, Alphys slowly pours the solution on you. She pokes you, but you feel nothing. You give a trembling smile.
“WE SHOULD REALLY GET THE MAYOR NOW, UNDYNE. I DO NOT LIKE THE SOUNDS OF THIS.” Papyrus whines shakily from his position a few feet away.
“I know we should! But we- We just can’t right now Papyrus.”
“BUT UNDYNE, WHY NOT?”
“Because- Because…”
“It’s because you were the one that hurt the human, isn’t it Undyne?” Alphys asks quietly, proceeding to sew up the wound on your shoulder.
Undyne gives a large sigh, scratching the back of her head, “Well, yes, it is my fault. That’s why I have to fix it first before telling the mayor and his wife.”
“That’s not the only reason, is it?”
“Well- no. I may have also… been lectured by Toriel the other day about impulsive behaviours.” Undyne gives a grin, but it was a forced one, “I can’t imagine the lecture I’m going to get now.” Undyne gives a little laugh
Alphys hums slightly, continuing to deftly sew your shoulder. A long time passes- you didn't know how long, considering there wasn't a clock in the room- but long enough for Alphys to almost be done with your shoulder. When suddenly,
“WHERE. IS. MY. CHILD?” Loud, angry banging happens.
Undyne pales, before standing up straight in a near-salute. Papyrus, too, balks and stands straight. The voice that was resonating outside of the room was beyond any sort of terrifying growl you have ever heard. Papyrus and Undyne look at each other, before Undyne gives a slight gulp before getting up, her face sculpting into a determined expression. You hear her footsteps and clanking armour fade. You can just make out the sound of the door whirring open. Voices ring into the room, loud and clear.
“Ah, Miss Mayor Toriel," Undyne's voice is uncharacteristically contrite, "the human is just in here-”
“WHAT did you DO to my CHILD UNDYNE?! Sans told me EVERYTHING! How could you ATTACK such an innocent one?!” The absolute anger resounding in Toriel’s tone makes even you flinch.
“Miss Mayor, I really didn’t mean to attack the human-”
“And after I TALKED to you yesterday about such impulsive actions as this, Undyne! I can’t believe that you would be so horrible as to do such an outrageous atrocity again! Did I not warn you? Did I not!?”
“Yes, I know Miss Mayor-”
“Step aside, I do not wish to converse any more with your kind. I want to see my child.” Stomping happens, and you find an enraged Toriel appearing in the small lab section.
Her eyes immediately fall on you, and they well with anxious tears as she rushes over to you.
“Oh my dear child! Look at you! You poor, poor innocent thing!” Immediately Toriel swarms you with affection, brushing off Alphys in her haste. She takes the medical supplies from Alphys’s hands, “Let me finish this. I have more experience.” Toriel tells her primly, casting Alphys away with a hand. She makes quick work of the rest of the stitching.
Alphys blushes awkwardly, nodding and heading off. Toriel murmurs soothing words, softly cupping your face, “My child, how that detestable creature harmed you…” She holds a steady hand over your wounds, her hand glowing with white light.
Your shoulder feels a lot better.
“I’ve developed a very special magic in my years of tending to humans.” Toriel proclaims, humming softly as she did so, “I am more than capable of treating any wounds that could happen.” However, her eyes look sharply up at Undyne. “Though there should be no call for any to harm such an innocent as this!” After her magic dissipates on your shoulder, Toriel helps you to sit up and get off the large medical bed. You comply gratefully.
Toriel gives a nod to Papyrus and Alphys, “Thank you for taking care of my dear one, Papyrus and Alphys. I shall take them home now to rest.”
Papyrus rushes forward, fluttering and flailing his arms in a nervous manner, but looking ready to help, “DO YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE? I AM MORE THAN CAPABLE OF CARRYING THE HUMAN!”
Toriel gives a tight smile, “No thank you, Papyrus. Please give my thanks to your brother for informing me on what transpired today. If you will, Alphys, I shall be off.”
Alphys startles at her name, but manages to give a shaky nod, “O-O-Of course, Miss Mayor.”
And with that, both you and Toriel leave the strange little lab-like house of Alphys's. Toriel all but forces you to rest on her shoulder, as she gently guides you back to her house. You try to push yourself away to walk on your own- unable to really relay that you could walk perfectly fine, what with an arm that wasn't working properly- but Toriel only seems to keep you further still to her side.
“My child, please, you need to lean on me and rest. You have had a harrowing day, I do not want you to overexert yourself. And Undyne will be writing two very sincere apology letters come tomorrow.”
You manage to raise your other hand to signify Two and make a questioning noise with your throat. Toriel seems to understand your intent.
“Oh yes. Although Chara, the dear one, did not want an apology letter, I will still force Undyne to write one. Her attitude is simply too callous and cruel. I will not let it stand any longer. How dare she attack you!” Toriel continues to rant as you make your way to the Mayors house. You are honestly surprised at how close Alphys’ lab was to the home. How had you not noted before that a gigantic metallic building was just simply off to the left of the house?
Asgore’s tight, worried face is in the frame of the door as he greets you and Toriel upon your arrival.
“Oh, Frisk, I apologize on behalf of Undyne.” He murmurs softly, his eyes glancing at the bandaged shoulder of yours, “I do not know what could have possessed Undyne to do such a thing. It is not her nature to simply attack a person with no purpose.”
Toriel snorts at that mention, still looking furious. Asgore lets the two of you pass, his own soft hands resting comfortingly on your back.
A blur of motion comes charging at you, before two familiar forms nearly topple you over. Asgore’s firm hand keeps you steady. You look down at your waist to see both Asriel and Chara hugging you fiercely.
“FRISK!” Asriel cries out, looking up at you with teary eyes, “I’m so glad you are okay! When I heard what Sans was saying I was so worried!” His little paws cling to your pants, “Undyne is a really strong monster, she trains every day! I wouldn’t know what to do if she hurt you too badly!”
“Yeah, I also heard that sour fish attacked you,” Chara mutters into your pants. They give a loud sigh, before backing up and peering at your shoulder, “However, I thought it was a much more serious attack… I wasted all that time worrying when you were going to be okay no matter what.”
“There shouldn’t have been a worry or an attack!” Toriel bursts out passionately, as you all huddle your way into the kitchen to sit. You rest your tired arm on the table, hoping to relieve any sort of pressure on the wound. Chara looks at you, before sitting on the seat beside you. Asriel takes the opportunity to clamber on your lap. Chara purses their lips, glaring at Asriel.
“Asriel, my son, it would probably be best not to sit on Frisk’s lap right now.”
With your other hand, you wave it dismissively, indicating that it was perfectly alright. However, since your other arm was rather sore and achy, you didn’t feel the desire to be able to gesture anything.
“See, pa? Frisk is okay with it.” Asgore makes a non-comitial hum, his worrisome eyes still alit on your face.
Toriel aimlessly paces in the kitchen, her face a mask of anger.
“Asgore, dear, I think you need to remove Undyne from her position.” Toriel finally stops her pacing, the look in her eyes chilling as she finally speaks up.
“Wha- What? Tori, Undyne is more than exemplary at her job-”
“Oh really? Does a monster who is more than exemplary at her job attack innocent young humans who weren’t doing anyone harm? Undyne unjustly harmed an innocent child, Asgore! I am not going to stand idly by as this- this monster roams around! What if she attacks Chara?”
“Tori- It was more than likely a misunderstanding. You know how Undyne is. She is a good person, but a little more than impulsive in some of her actions-”
“Which is entirely why I want her removed from chief of police! We cannot have a hot-headed, rash and impulsive person in such a critical position! Remove her at once! If you will not, I certainly will!”
“But- who could possibly take her place?”
“One of the other members! Doggo, Dogamy or Dogressa!”
“Toriel, you know they would not make good commanders. Doggo is motion-blind, and you can’t expect either Dogamy or Dogressa to take on that much responsibility.”
“What about that guard duo? Could not one of them replace Undyne?” Toriel insists. Asgore is growing increasingly agitated.
The rumbling of your stomach is the only thing that distracts Toriel. Her eyes instantly alit on you, a look of apology flashing in her eyes.
“Oh, my dear child! How careless of me! You are no doubt famished after all that has happened to you! Indeed, I shall get dinner started right away! Nothing more healing than a stomach full of healthy food!” Toriel abruptly turns and heads to the stove, going to cabinets and drawers and pulling out a multitude of food to prepare.
Asgore gives a world-wary sigh, looking relieved at the turn of the conversation. Everyone grows silent, and only the sounds of Toriel bustling around in the kitchen are heard.
That is until Asriel pipes up, “Frisk… if you aren’t going to be using that arm, how are you going to talk to people?”
You tilt your head at that question, before shrugging. You then make the one handed motion of scribbling.
“Oh right! You have that pen and paper, don’t you? I guess you’ll just have to use that for a while.”
Toriel settles the dinner in front of all of you, “I’m sorry dears, with everything that happened today, I am afraid this meal will not be that extravagent.”
“Tori, that is perfectly fine. We all understand.”
“Yeah, mama. Frisk got injured. Today was pretty crazy. The past few days have been pretty crazy.”
“Indeed they have been, my little one.” Toriel settles down, but her eyes focus on you and she commands that you eat each and every drop of food. The meal passes by in an awkward sort of way.
After finishing, Toriel hovers over you worriedly. You make your way to the bed, shaking your head at her constant inquiries on if you needed anything, or were in pain.
“Please, Chara, if they mention anything to you, or seem to be in pain, come straight and get me.” Toriel says, leaning down to be more of Chara’s height.
“Yes. I will.” Chara says affirmatively.
The two of you head off to bed. It’s hard to get dressed, and dress Chara as well. Chara themselves offers some aid, helping to get themselves dressed. The two of you clamber into the bed, and Chara situates themselves in your arms, a little more carefully than usual.
However, before long, they can’t help but prod the injury, leaving you to wheeze in pain slightly.
“Hmm. I guess it still hurts.” They say vaguely, as you roll your eyes heavenward.
As if it stopped hurting. You think to yourself.
“I guess it really was a bad idea to not let you come to school today.” They whisper in the darkness. Their hands clench on your shoulder, a little too closely to the wound for comfort, “Who does that sour fish think she is?”
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“Undyne, puh-please, say something. You’ve- you’ve been completely silent since Toriel left. This isn’t like you.”
“YES, UNDYNE, I AM VERY MUCH CONCERNED TOO. YOU ARE HARDLY EVER THIS QUIET!”
Undyne sighs, looking away from the part of Alphys’s wall she had been staring at for so long. She rubs her eyes, turning her empty gaze to Alphys and Papyrus, “What am I supposed to say?”
“I-I-I don’t know. Anything.”
“Toriel was pretty mad at me.” A humourless laugh.
“W-W-Well, that’s pretty understandable. You did w-w-wound the human, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t mean to! It… It just kind of happened.”
“Well, I’m sure if you explain that to Toriel-”
“Explain what? That I still tried to hit her human punk? I did throw the spear, I wanted to hit the thing- I’m just… Just surprised I actually did. The stupid punk literally fell into it! How was I supposed to know they were going to push Papyrus out of the way?”
“Wh-What? Were you also trying to hit Papyrus?!"
“UNDYNE! THAT WAS NOT A GOOD TIME TO INITIATE A SPARRING MATCH, IF THAT WAS YOUR INTENTION!”
“N-No! I wasn’t even aiming at you Papyrus! Truth be told, I didn’t really aim that much at the kid either. I was- I was trying to startle the kid away from Papyrus- because, well because I thought-”
“YOU THOUGH THAT THE HUMAN WAS ATTACKING ME. I REMEMBER THAT, UNDYNE. BUT I TOLD YOU, THE HUMAN WAS ONLY GIVING ME A HUG!”
"Why did you believe the human was attacking Papyrus?” Alphys face was scrunched.
“I don’t know! Because it’s a human. That’s- that’s what they do. All the other humans I’ve ever remembered coming here always hurt someone- One even attacked me, taking out my eye-” Alphys looks away sadly, “But none of you guys ever seem to… to get angry over that! All of you just forgive, forget and move on. Aren’t you even a little sad over the monsters humans have taken from us?!”
“BUT UNDYNE… NOT EVERYONE IS BAD. ISN’T THIS HUMAN DIFFERENT THAN THE REST? AREN’T THESE TWO KIND?”
Undyne rubs her forehead warily, “I don’t know- I guess they are… but what if they’re pretending Papyrus… Like the last one did- the same one that-”
“DO YOU FEEL LIKE THESE TWO ARE PRETENDING, UNDYNE?”
“These humans do feel different, Undyne, than any of the others that have come here. And look at me, I’ve only met them twice.”
“I know… I know… but- still! We just can’t take that chance! What if they turn out to be horrible humans, and hurt someone else?”
“I don’t think they’d do that Undyne.”
“I HAVE TO AGREE WITH ALPHYS ON THIS. THE HUMANS REALLY DO NOT SEEM HARMFUL.”
Undyne gnashes her teeth, clenching her body, “I don’t want to risk that, Alphys. I don’t want to risk another innocent life on the misconstrued belief that a human isn’t going to harm someone.”
“Undyne…” Alphys places her hand on Undyne’s knee comfortingly, but Undyne brushes it off, standing up.
“I’m going to go. I want… I want to go hit something. See ya later Alphys, Papyrus.” Ignoring the calls from both Alphys and Papyrus, Undyne storms out of Alphys's lab. She can hear the clattering that signifies Papyrus trying to follow behind, but Undyne starts to run. Her muscles are aching, her mind in turmoil. She needs to feel the burn.
Running full tilt to her house, Undyne nearly misses catching Sans slouching form trudging out of Grillby's. However, she doesn't and her entire focus locks on him and his stupid, shit-eating grin.
Undyne’s anger flares ten fold, “SANS!” She shouts, barrelling down on him. Her breathing hitches, her teeth gnash together sharply. She corners Sans against the side of Grillbys, but all Sans seems to do is yawn.
Sans lazily looks up, “ah, undyne. what’s up? is my bro still at alphys’s?”
“Don’t you what up me, you little piece of shit!” Undyne barks out, pointing a damning fin underneath Sans chin, who merely raises a boney brow at it, “You went and tattled on me!"
“what i wasn’t supposed to tell tori that her kid got hurt?”
“No!”
“and why not? seems like a pretty important thing to tell her. 'specially since tori knows how to take care of them humans.”
“I was going to tell her myself!”
“oh? and when were you gunna do that? after ya got the kid all fixed up?”
“Exactly!”
“i’m sure that wounded have worked out for ya, undyne.”
“Sans, this is not the fucking time for your stupid fucking puns.”
“whoa spear me the attitude there undyne. didn’t mean to tangle your fins in a knot.”
Undyne can feel her face twitching, “I swear to Asgore if you utter another syllable to me, it’s not only the human that gets hurt today.”
Sans raises his hands in mock surrender, “right, right. i see you’re pretty seriously angry undyne-
“Fucking right I'm pissed -”
“-so I’ll reel in my spike-tacular puns for a later sparing session with you.”
“NGAAAHHHH!!” Undyne shrieks, her spears appearing in a blast of magic, “That’s IT you lazy fucking pile of bones! I warned you! Don’t say I didn’t fucking-Where the hell did you go?!SANS!! TELEPORT YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”
“nah, really don’t feel like having a harpooning great time, thanks.” Undyne whips her head to see Sans looking down at her from on top of Grillby’s restaurant. Almost immediately after locating him, she throws one of her spears. Sans disappears on a wink and a smile.
“NGAAAHHHH!!!” Undyne shrieks, feeling even more aggravated from before. However, instead of storming over to the skeleton’s house in order to lie in wait for revenge on Sans- she instead goes over to her own house.
Spears already manifested, Undyne wails on the training dummies. Tearing through more than half of them before the sun rises, Undyne finally comes to a stop, heaving. She turns her head to the recent dummy she had been training on, and balks as she notes a large tear in their shoulder. She shoves the training dummy to the ground, not wanting it to continue looking at her like that. Instead Undyne trudges her way inside her house, preparing to attack her breakfast foods with her still pent up emotions. Several minutes later she comes back out and gently returns the dummy to its original position.
She stares at it for a long while.
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The next morning happens just the same as the other morning, only with Chara being more cooperative. They hand over the pen and paper that was still in your bag. You two head down to breakfast, you cradling the one arm. Toriel is immediately beside you, offering her healing magic once again.
Your shoulder feels much better. At least better enough to move.
Thank you. You gesture to Toriel, but wince as the motion still causes you pain.
“My child, please do not strain yourself thanking me. I should have been much more cautious and careful. I should have known Undyne would do something so rash as this. Her behaviour the other day to Chara was bad enough!”
“Toriel, please, I really don’t think Undyne would just attack Frisk with no purpose-!”
“Dear. We have already discussed this. Are you going to inform Undyne of her change in position, or am I?”
“Again, Tori, be reasonable-”
“Asgore. Dreemurr. I am being perfectly reasonable!” Toriel retorts, “But if you cannot be, I shall inform Undyne later tonight. Come now, my children, let us be off to school. This time, Frisk dear, you are coming with me. Obviously Asgore cannot be held responsible for a child.” With a clear defined snort, Toriel leads all of you out the door and towards the school.
“Hurray! Frisk is coming to school with us today! How exciting!” Asriel tries to act cheerful, but seeing the still stern look on his mother’s face makes the cheeriness slowly disperse. Chara says nothing, and continues to be silently brooding.
All the monster children greet you warmly, instantly swarming you as they pepper you with pats and affectionate gestures to get well soon. As Toriel announces that you were to be joining class today, they all eagerly make room for you in the classroom- most of them arguing who would sit beside you until Chara snarled that they were the ones to sit closest to you. Chara was grumpy the rest of the day, and you eyed them carefully. Nothing more than Chara experiencing an episode with you having an injury. (Luckily that didn't happen).
Lunch was a chaotic affair, with all the children trying to share some of their magical food with you; apparently all food made with magic was 'healing to the soul'. Toriel performed more of her healing magic on you, and you felt able enough to gesture properly. The rest of the class suddenly became an impromptu introduction to the Language of the Hands- but Toriel didn't mind, and seemed plenty relieved you were well enough to move your arm comfortably.
Before long, the school day was over.
And an interesting figure was waiting at the path to the entrance of the school.
"Undyne." Toriel icily greets the figure waiting rather anxiously at the gates. Chara makes a low snarling sound, as Asriel quips up an anxious hello.
Undyne's eyes, however, are focused on you a multitude of expressions flickering on her face, "I need to apologize." Undyne says slowly, and Toriel immediately cuts into the conversation.
"Of course you need to apologize! You need to apologize to the both of them! Sincerely! You must face the consequences of your actions!"
"I know that, Miss Mayor. That's why I'm here! That's also why I'm going to take this punk and train them on how to dodge!" Undyne immediately grabs your arms again, and proceeds to try and lead you away.
"A simple apology won't- wait what?! Undyne let go of Frisk right now!!"
Chara immediately latches onto your pant legs, trying to pull you away, "What are you doing you s t u p i d fish lady? Let go of them!!"
Undyne lets go of your arm, and steps back a few paces as Toriel and Chara center themselves protectively against you.
"Oh my dear, this horrible creature didn't hurt your arm again, now did they?" You shake your head, glancing towards Undyne. There is still that clutter of emotions on the fish-womans face, but the most prominent seems to be a strong sense of resolve and regret. They want to make things right.
Toriel whips around, words scalding and hot as she regards and berates Undyne for her continuous callous behaviour, "Under no circumstances are you to be allowed near my children again! You want to take Frisk and train them? After what you did?! Do you even think about the things you are doing?!This is the entire reason why Asgore and I have considered that you are no longer fit for duty!"
"Wha- What?" Undyne's sharp glance to Toriel drips with a sudden, fleeting anguish, before she settles her face back into her steely look. Undyne grits her teeth, bows her head, "Of course. If that's what Asgore has announced." Toriel huffs.
I want to be trained by Undyne.
Chara hisses, but Toriel wasn't looking at you. You tap Toriel on the shoulder, more determined than ever. Was it truly your fault Undyne would lose her job? That she anguished the thought of losing? Asgore himself said Undyne was the best for the job; that she didn't mean to hit you. And maybe she had some type of deeper reason, some internal reason for acting the way she did- but here she was trying to make up for it. To train you not to get hit again, whatever type of backwards apology that was.
"Yes, my child?"
I want to be trained by Undyne.