im pretty sure i pronounce everyones names wrong in undertale
papyrus: pap-yuh-russ
alphys: al-fiss
chara: like charcoal
tfw
The interior of Undyne's house was far from what Frisk was expecting (they didn't know what they were expecting, but it wasn't this). The exterior looked intimidating and fierce, but the inside looked almost cozy and humble. The floor was a bright checkered pattern of blue and yellow, save for a few purple carpets underneath the table and by the window, and the walls were pink and blue. It was made of up a simple kitchen and dining table, as well as a piano to the side. There was another door in the far left corner, which Frisk assumed led to her bedroom.
The only intimidating thing in the room was the large sword leaning against the wall by the table.
Frisk stayed close to Papyrus as the two walked inside, and Frisk's grip on the straps of their backpack tightened slightly as Undyne's gaze hardened on them.
"HERE, UNDYNE. MY FRIEND BROUGHT A GIFT FOR YOU, ON THEIR OWN." Papyrus held out his hand towards Frisk, and they slowly handed the gift back to him in confusion. Papyrus then proudly held up the gift with a grin.
Undyne looked between them unsurely. "Uhh... thanks," she said, stepping forward and taking it from him. "I'll, uh, put it with the others." She walked over to a drawer by the sink and opened it, setting the wrapped gift on top of multiple other wrapped gifts, all shaped the same way. All the same gifts.
Chara laughed, Somehow I'm not surprised.
"How does he have so many?" Flowey whispered, his head just barely peeking out of the bag so he could see what was going on.
Undyne walked back up to them, and raised an eyebrow. "So are we ready to start?"
"WHOOPSY DOOPSY! I JUST REMEMBERED!" Papyrus shouted, glancing to the side with an odd look on his face. "I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM! YOU TWO HAVE FUN!" He said all in one breath, and then took a running start and—
—crashed straight through the window.
Frisk blinked, stepping back in surprise and just barely avoiding one of the shards that scattered across the floor. Undyne didn't even looked annoyed by the fact that he had just broken her window, and she silently turned to Frisk with a suspicious expression.
"So why are YOU here?" she demanded, narrowing her eyes threateningly. "To rub your victory in my face? To humiliate me even further?" An unsettling grin spread across her face. "IS THAT IT?"
Frisk shook their head.
"Then why are you here?" She frowned, crossing her arms. Then, suddenly, as if in a brilliant moment of realization, she turned to them with wide eyes. "Wait, I get it. You think that I'm gonna be friends with you, huh? RIGHT?"
Frisk blinked a few times, and then tapped their fingers against the backpack strap as they nodded slowly.
"Really? How delightful! I accept!" she said all too sweetly. "Let's all frolic in the fields of friendship!" She paused, and then clasped her hands together in front of her chest and whipped her head around to glare at Frisk, all while grinning. "NOT! Why would I EVER be friends with YOU!? If you weren't my houseguest, I'd beat you up right now!"
Frisk shrunk a little. At least she has some sense of manners, Chara said to them.
"You're the enemy of everyone's hopes and dreams! I WILL NEVER BE YOUR FRIEND," Undyne continued, and Frisk resisted the urge to sigh. Was she really going with this whole spiel again? "NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE."
"DANG!" Papyrus suddenly said, his face appearing in the broken window, and Frisk flinched. "WHAT A SHAME... I THOUGHT UNDYNE COULD BE FRIENDS WITH YOU. BUT I GUESS... I OVERESTIMATED HER."
Is he doing what I think he's doing? Chara asked.
"SHE'S JUST NOT UP TO THE CHALLENGE."
HE IS ISN'T HE.
Papyrus scurried away just as a terrifying expression formed on Undyne's face. She looked beyond enraged. "CHALLENGE!? WHAT!?" she boomed. "Papyrus! Wait a second!" But he was already gone. "Damn—Darnit!" she growled under her breath. "He thinks I can't be friends with YOU!? Fuhuhu! What a joke! I could make friends with a wimpy loser like you any day!"
Frisk pouted. Sure, they were a little kid and afraid of a lot of things, but they weren't a wimpy loser. They were pretty brave at times, and had common sense.
I don't think you're a wimpy loser, Chara said. Sure, you may be a loser, but you're not wimpy.
Thanks, Frisk said, giggling silently.
"I'll show him!" Undyne continued, clenching her fist determinedly. She directed her gaze towards Frisk, and her eye glinted. "Listen up, human. We're not just going to be friends. We're going to be..." She put her hands on either side of her face. "...BESTIES."
Frisk blinked at her, tilting their head slightly.
"I'll make you like me so much you won't be able to think of anyone else!" Undyne declared, her eye sharp. "Fuhuhuhu! It's the PERFECT REVENGE!"
This sounds like the plot of a bad anime, Chara said. Frisk snickered.
Undyne suddenly gave Frisk a sweet smile, folding her hands in front of her chest. "Why don't you have a seat?" she asked kindly.
"Huh," Flowey muttered quietly. "I guess that stupid skeleton is smarter than I gave him credit for."
Frisk glanced around the room, and then hesitantly took a seat at the table. They glanced at her sword, and pointed to it curiously. Undyne followed their finger, and then smirked.
"Humans suck, but their history... kinda rules," she said. "Case in point: this giant sword! Historically, humans wielded swords up to 10x their size! RIGHT?"
Frisk blinked, and then shook their head. They weren't even sure humans could carry swords that large. Where was she getting all of her information from?
"Pfft! You liar!" Undyne scoffed, obviously not believing them. "I've READ Alphys' human history book collection! I know ALL about your giant swords, your colossal, alien-fighting robots, your supernatural princesses... Heh! There's no way you're gonna fool me!"
She's talking about anime, isn't she, Chara deadpanned, and Frisk remembered the anime books disguised as history books in Alphys' lab. Was... was that where she was getting her information from?
Frisk just shrugged, and folded their hands politely under the table, looking expectantly up at Undyne.
"Comfortable?" she asked, although obviously not caring for the answer. "I'll get you something to drink."
Undyne wandered over to the fridge, opening it and pulling out a bundle of items. She carried them all impressively with one arm, setting each item down onto the counter and then stepping to the side so Frisk could see them. "All set! What would you like?"
Frisk leaned up, squinting a bit, but they couldn't really see the options from all the way at the table. They swiveled their feet around, pushing off the chair to get up, but then suddenly there was a bright blue spear hurdling towards them and embedding itself into the table. Frisk jumped back with wide eyes, clinging to the chair and staring fearfully at the spear. They slowly turned their gaze towards Undyne, who was sporting a fierce expression and her body into a fighting position.
"HEY! DON'T GET UP!" she yelled angrily, eye ablaze. "YOU'RE THE GUEST! SIT DOWN AND ENJOY YOURSELF!"
Yikes, Chara murmured as Frisk took a deep breath and slumped their shoulders.
"...Um, why not just point to what you want?" Undyne suggested awkwardly, trying to decrease the tension in the room with a (forced) patient smile. "You can use the spear!"
Frisk looked down at the spear that had been launched into the table. They hesitantly lifted their hands, hovering over the spear and flinching at the waves of pulsing magic that made goosebumps appear on their skin and the hairs on the back of their neck stand up. Frisk slowly wrapped their small hands around it, and pulled it out of the table with surprising ease. It was light, and Frisk could feel the wavelengths of magic flowing through their body as they held it.
Once they got a good grip on it, Undyne was giving them a strange look, and Frisk looked down to realize that the spear was pointed directly at her.
"...Are you... hitting on me?" she asked, and Frisk could practically see the question marks floating above her head.
Chara was dying laughing in their head, and Flowey just sighed. "Would it kill you to NOT flirt with someone for once?" he muttered, and Frisk gave him a cheeky smile.
They turned, looking down at the spear and struggling to see what the items were. Chara let out a sigh.
Sugar, they said as Frisk pointed the spear towards the item to the farthest to the left. Goes in tea.
"That sugar's for the tea," Undyne said once she saw the spear pointed at it. "I'm not gonna give you a cup of sugar! What do I look like, the ice-cream woman?" She began to laugh loudly. "Do human ice-scream women TERRORIZE HUMANITY with ENERGY SPEARS? Are their ice-cream songs a PRELUDE TO DESTRUCTION? IS THAT IT?"
I wish, Chara said in amusement as Frisk shook their head.
"That's what I thought," Undyne said smugly.
Frisk pursed their lips, and then maneuvered the spear towards the next item, waiting for Chara to explain it. Soda, they scoffed. Sickly yellow liquid.
"Oh, soda?" Undyne asked. "Actually, even though you pointed to it, you don't look happy." Frisk blinked in confusion as Undyne grinned. "Heh, that's fine! I think soda's gross, too! It rots your teeth... it rots your mind... IT ROTS YOUR FIGHTING SPIRIT!"
Frisk gave her a weird look, raising their eyebrows.
"...Huh? Why do I have it?" she guessed. She didn't say anything further, but a small blush appeared on her cheeks as she looked off to the side.
They didn't question it. Instead, they moved onto the next item.
Hot chocolate, Chara said, and gave off the impression of a frown. But it's just a green cylinder.
"Oh, you want some hot chocolate?" Undyne asked, and Frisk decided that she really needed to stop assuming that that's what they wanted before they confirmed it was, in fact, what they wanted. "Wait, wait, I just remembered... that container's empty."
Frisk gave her a deadpanned look.
"I stopped getting it because it was always a hassle..." she said, and then laughed. "Asgore kept getting marshmallows stuck in his beard!"
Surprisingly, Chara laughed with her. But it wasn't their usual complacent chuckle. It was a genuine snicker, as if they were remembering something. And even though it was faint, Frisk could see a small image in their mind of two small figures drinking out of matching cups with a much larger figure. They assumed it was one of Chara's memories.
But Chara didn't seem to realize that they just accidentally shared something with Frisk (even if it was so small Frisk could hardly see it).
They moved the spear to the last item, and Chara immediately snapped out of whatever it is they were remembering. Teabox, they said, giving off the impression of a shrug. Blatantly correct choice.
Frisk sighed, and looked over at Undyne expectantly as she watched them point her spear at the tea.
"Tea, huh?" she mumbled. "Coming right up!"
She seemed glad to distract herself with something as she headed towards the teabox and took out a package. Then she went into the cupboard and took out a teapot, setting the stove to high and setting the pot over the flames. "It'll take a moment for the water to boil," she said, turning her back to look at Frisk before turning all of her attention to the fire.
Flowey took the time while she was distracted to look Frisk in the eyes. "Remind me why we're here again," he muttered in annoyance.
Frisk gave him a weird look, like it wasn't obvious. To be friends with her, they signed. And to learn the true meaning of friendship, they added at Chara.
Ha ha. If they could, Frisk felt like Chara would be rolling their eyes.
"We're wasting so much time right now," Flowey said, sighing. His eyes flashed with a dangerous glint. "We should be heading to the castle. You could just get up, say you have to go, and done."
Frisk shook their head, and Flowey retreated back into the backpack, cursing under his breath.
"Okay, it's all done!" Undyne announced, turning back towards them. She took the fish-shaped cup from the sink and rinsed it before taking the teapot and pouring the hot tea into the cup. She picked it up with two hands, careful not to spill it, and set it in front of Frisk. "Here we are," she said, and then sat down at the other side of the table, across from Frisk.
Frisk looked at the steaming cup.
"Careful, it's hot," Undyne warned, picking at her scales awkwardly.
They took the cup into their hands, and then quickly set it down with a wince. The tea was so hot that it made the cup hot, and it burned their hands. Frisk could only wonder how much heat Undyne had used to make the tea.
"It's not THAT hot! Just drink it already!" Undyne yelled exasperatedly.
Frisk flinched at her tone, and picked up the cup despite how it burnt their skin. They blew a little at the liquid, and then took a sip. It was burning, but Frisk resisted the urge to spit it back out. The scalding hot tea burnt their throat and made their mouth feel like it was on fire, but other than that, it was pretty good.
"It's pretty good, right?" Undyne asked as Frisk took another sip to get used to the heat. "Nothing but the best for my ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS FRIEND!"
There was a silence between them. Frisk's gaze switched from the steaming tea to her face over and over, trying to get a read on what she was thinking. She looked like she was pondering something serious, and then frowned slightly. She stopped picking at her scales, and let her hands overlap one another.
"You know... it's kind of strange you chose THAT tea," she said, and Frisk automatically glanced down at the cup. "Golden flower tea... That's Asgore's favorite kind."
Flowey and Chara were strangely silent.
"Actually, now that I think about it, you kind of remind me of him." A silly smile stretched across her face. "You're both TOTAL weenies!" Then she paused. "...sort of."
Chara? Frisk asked, trying to get their attention. Their presence, even if they weren't talking, always filled the void in their head. Now it was just replaced with a strange wind sound.
"Y'know... I was a pretty hotheaded kid," Undyne said with a small sigh. "Once, to prove I was the strongest, I tried to fight Asgore. Emphasis on TRIED. I couldn't land a single blow on him! And worse, the whole time, he refused to fight back! I was so humiliated... Afterwards, he apologized and said something goofy..." She laughed softly. "'Excuse me, do you want to know how to beat me?' I said yes, and from then on, he trained me. One day, during practice, I finally knocked him down." Undyne's face pinched into a frown for a moment. "I felt... bad. But he was beaming. I had never seen someone more proud to get their butt kicked!"
Frisk heard a laugh, and realized that it was coming from Chara. They felt relieved to hear them again, but was worried at the tone of Chara's laugh. It almost sounded... resigned.
"Anyway, long story short, he kept training me... and now I'm the head of the Royal Guard! So I'm the one who gets to train dorks to fight!" She hesitated. "Like, uh, Papyrus. But, um, to be honest... I don't know if I can ever let Papyrus into the Royal Guard." She looked panicked for a moment as she gave Frisk a hard look. "Don't tell him I said that!" Then she sighed, looking off to the side. "He's just... well... I mean, it's not that he's weak. He's actually pretty freaking tough!"
Frisk assumed that he was. They didn't really get the chance to fight him because they had burst into tears before any real fighting could happen (which, admittedly, was a very embarrassing moment for them), but he had managed to get one or two attacks before they had stopped.
"It's just that... he's..." Undyne huffed. "He's too innocent and nice! I mean, look, he was SUPPOSED to capture you. And he ended up being FRIENDS with you instead! I could NEVER send him into battle! He'd get ripped into little smiling shreds."
"BUT... BUT STILL!" Papyrus was struggling to speak, his voice coming out in staggered gulps. "I-I BELIEVE IN YOU!"
Frisk froze, their grip tightening on the tea cup and their eyes widening. It was something they had never seen before... and yet, they felt like they have. Like a repressed memory. But if it had to do with Papyrus, then they would remember. Right?
Inside their head, Chara was chuckling darkly.
"That's part of why I started teaching him how to cook, you know?" Undyne continued, oblivious to Frisk's inner turmoil. "So, um, maybe he can do something else with his life." She sighed, scratching the back of her neck, and then she seemed to realize something. Her head perked up, and she looked over at Frisk with a blank expression. "Oh, sorry, I was talking for so long... You're out of tea, aren't you? I'll get you some more."
She stood up, taking a step forward, and then she stopped. Undyne stood there for a few moments, before letting her hands fall to her sides. "Wait a second," she said. "Papyrus... his cooking lesson..."
Something seemed to click in her head, and she clenched her fists with a furious expression.
"HE WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE THAT RIGHT NOW! And if HE'S not here to have it... YOU'LL HAVE TO HAVE IT FOR HIM!"
Frisk's eyes widened slightly as Undyne jumped in the air, landing onto the counter and running across it, knocking everything off of it in the process.
"THAT'S RIGHT! NOTHING has brought Papyrus and I closer than cooking!" she declared. "Which means that if I give you his lesson, WE'LL BECOME CLOSER THAN YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE!" She put her hands on her hips proudly, and tossed her head back as she cackled. "AFRAID!? We're gonna be best friends!"
She jumped back into the air, landing beside Frisk. They flinched in surprise as she grabbed them by the head, making them lean comically to the side as she jumped back towards the counter, setting them down on the floor beside her. Frisk rubbed at the spot she had pulled as Undyne turned to them.
"Let's start with the sauce!" she exclaimed, and then stomped on the floor. Vegetables rained down seemingly from nowhere and landed directly on the counter in front of Frisk. "Envision these vegetables as your greatest enemy!"
Frisk stood on their toes, their chin just barely reaching over the top. Undyne was very tall, and they assumed that the counters had been custom made to her height.
"Now! Pound them to dust with your fists!" Undyne instructed fiercely.
I got this, Chara said smugly, and for some reason Frisk felt as if they were rolling up hypothetical sleeves in preparation. They frowned and shook their head, reaching towards the vegetables and petting them in an affectionate manner.
"OH MY GOD! STOP PETTING THE ENEMY!" Undyne screamed. "I'll show you how it's done! NGAHHH!" She lifted her clenched fist, her eye locked on target as she brought it down dramatically and smashed it against the vegetables. The force of the hit made the vegetables explode, and they splattered on the counter and walls, as well as each of their faces. She stared at the mess, and laughed nervously. "Uh we'll just scrape this into a bowl later. BUT FOR NOW!"
Frisk watched as she stomped her foot again, and a pot landed perfectly onto the stove. They decided not to question where exactly the supplies was coming from, and followed Undyne as she stood in front of the stove. The stove was tall as well, but Frisk didn't try to lean over it in fear of burning themself.
"...we add the noodles!" Undyne finished, looking down at Frisk. "Homemade noodles are the best! BUT I JUST BUY STORE-BRAND! THEY'RE THE CHEAPEST! NGAHHHHHHHH!"
Frisk laughed silently, clenching their fists in a similar way to Undyne and flexing their muscles like she was.
"Uh, just put them in the pot," Undyne said, letting her hands drop.
Frisk took the box of noodles, and then stood on their toes to see inside the pot. There was no water inside. Frisk looked questioningly at Undyne, but shrugged and put in the noodles one at a time. They clanked against the empty bottom.
"Nice?" Undyne said unsurely. "Alright! Now it's time to stir the pasta!"
Frisk was about to tell her that there wasn't any water inside, but Undyne wasn't listening.
"As a general rule of thumb, the more you stir... THE BETTER IT IS!" Undyne grinned at them, her gaze mad. "Ready? Let's do it!"
Frisk looked between her and the pot, and then grabbed the wooden spoon before stirring the pasta around awkwardly. It was hard to stir when they could barely lift their chin over the stove, and they had their arm at an awkward angle as they spun the spoon faster and faster.
"Stir harder!"
"HARDER!"
"HARDER!"
Undyne then scoffed, taking the spoon from Frisk's hands. "Ugh, let me do it." She threw the spoon over her shoulder, and Frisk jumped back as a spear suddenly came down repeatedly against the pot, effectively stirring to whatever Undyne wanted, but also destroying the pot in the process.
"Fuhuhu! That's the stuff!" Undyne laughed. "Alright, now for the final step: TURN UP THE HEAT! Let the stove top symbolize your passion! Let your hopes and dreams turn into burning fire! READY? Don't hold anything back!"
Frisk had to lean over the stove completely, their stomach pressing into the metal of it as they reached for the knob. They turned it up a little, and then looked over at Undyne. She was still waiting expectantly. They frowned, and turned it up about 50% more. Undyne was still waiting. They turned it up a little bit more, and then Undyne shoved them aside.
"Ugh, let me do it!"
Suddenly, the pot burst into flames, and Frisk widened their eyes as they stared at the blazing fire.
"See!? THIS is how you—"
There was an explosion, and Frisk covered their face with their arms as they and Undyne were suddenly pushed back. When they opened their eyes, the entire house was in flames. The pot was black and charred, as well as Undyne's face.
"...Ah," she said slowly, looking around her. "Man, no wonder Papyrus sucks at cooking." She laughed softly to herself, and she and Frisk looked towards the ruined pasta in silence.
Undyne looked down at Frisk with an awkward, unsure smile. "So, what's next? Scrapbooking? Friendship bracelets?" Her smile faded slowly, and she sighed. "...oh, who am I kidding. I really screwed this up, didn't I?"
Frisk shook their head, but Undyne wasn't paying attention.
"I can't force you to like me, human. Some people just don't get along with each other," she said, sounding almost disappointed. "I understand if you feel that way about me. And if we can't be friends... that's okay."
Frisk shook their head again, a little bit harder, but she still wasn't paying attention to them.
"Because... if we're not friends... IT MEANS I CAN DESTROY YOU WITHOUT REGRET!"
They groaned internally as Undyne materialized a spear, just as Frisk's soul was pulled out of their body and presented in front of them. Undyne was standing there, her grip tightening on the handle of her spear as she closed her eyes.
"I've been defeated... My house is in shambles... I even failed to befriend you." She growled. "That's it. I don't care if you're my guest anymore. One final rematch! All out on both sides!" Undyne gave them a haughty grin. "IT'S THE ONLY WAY I CAN REGAIN MY LOST PRIDE! NOW COME ON! HIT ME WITH ALL YOU GOT! NGAHHHHHHHHH!"
Undyne was letting Frisk make the first attack. They hesitated, unsure of what to do. They clenched and unclenched their fists with uncertainty before lifting one of their arms and pretending to swing at Undyne with all of their might.
For a moment, they thought they could see the faint outline of a weapon in their hands as they swung.
"What," Undyne said as she stumbled back slightly in surprise. "That's the best you can manage?" She stared at them in disbelief. "Even attacking at full force... you just can't muster any intent to hurt me, huh?" Undyne shook her head. "Heh, you know what?"
The spear fell from her hands, and disappeared before it hit the ground.
"I don't actually want to hurt you either."
Frisk beamed.
"At first, I hated your stupid saccharine schtick, but the way you hit me right now, it... reminded me of someone I used to train with," Undyne said with a soft, barely-there smile, and all Frisk could wonder was what saccharine meant. "Now I know you aren't just some wimpy loser." Undyne chortled under her breath, and flashed them a large, genuine grin. "You're a wimpy loser with a big heart! Just like him..."
Undyne was quiet for a moment, and it seemed that she was trying to think of what to say. "Listen, human," she finally said, "it seems that you and Asgore are fated to fight. But knowing him... he probably doesn't want to. Talk to him. I'm sure you can persuade him to let you go home."
Frisk hid their frown. They didn't want to go home.
"Eventually, some mean human will fall down here, and I'll take THEIR soul instead. That makes sense, right?"
Eventually, Chara repeated, finally speaking up, but the tone of their voice made an unsettling feeling rise in the pit of Frisk's stomach.
"Oh, and if you DO hurt Asgore, I'll take the human souls, cross the barrier, and beat the hell out of you!" she added with a twisted grin, but it didn't scare Frisk one bit; they only smiled right back at her. "That's what friends are for, right?"
She laughed again.
"Now let's get the hell out of this flaming house!"
"Well, that was fun, huh?" Undyne snickered as the two looked over at the burning house. "We'll have to hang out again another time!... But, uh, somewhere else, I guess."
Frisk smiled.
"In the meantime, I guess I'll go hang out with Papyrus. So if you need me, drop by Snowdin, okay!? OH! And if you ever need help, just give Papyrus a ring. Since we're in the same spot, I'll be able to talk too!" She grinned at them. "Well, see you later, punk!"
Frisk waved as she ran off excitedly. It wasn't until she was completely out of sight that Frisk realized that they forgot to tell her that Alphys said hi.
I know you can feel it.
Frisk stopped in their tracks, grip tightening on their backpack straps. They frowned.
Don't act like you don't know, Chara said, their voice hushed into a whisper even though Frisk was the only one who could hear them. Papyrus. Undyne. You remember bits and pieces, right?
Frisk bit the inside of their cheek, shifting their weight back and forth. Flowey popped out of the bag with an annoyed frown. "What's the holdup?" he asked disdainfully.
They blinked in surprise, and then shook their head before starting to walk towards the lab again.
You can't ignore me. I know. I can feel the same things you do. In fact, that feeling is me.
Frisk's steps faltered just for a split second. They could practically hear the malicious grin.
It's ALWAYS been me.
lmao u thought this was gonna end cute didn't u
reviews are always appreciated!