...u-undyne* you hear a small voice*...Undyne...*the voice gets louder* UNDYNE *and louder* DON'T LOSE HOPE, YOU ARE THE FUTURE OF MONSTERS AND HUMANS, YOU ARE A HERO UNDYNE! THE DUST IN YOUR GUTS WILL NEVER CHANGE THAT, NOT EVEN THE CRACK ON THAT PUNK'S FACE. Come back, please...we need you.*you feel the voice tearing apart* please...
The voices are acting…kinder than usual. Undyne wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Her fins twitched and she dropped into the tall grass. It scratched her skin, but she stayed perfectly still. She smelled them before she felt them.
The ground shook from the incoming Temmie hoard. They bounced down the walkways, leaving bloody footprints in their wake. Undyne clenched her fists around her makeshift spear. She couldn’t summon better weapons without the Temmies smelling her magic.
She would have to wait them out until they passed, and pray to the stars she wasn’t found. But if she was, she’d take them all down with her. Every. Last. One.