The witch snarled, "Undyne the Undying."

Something from within the sharp visor stirred,

glowing an electric green.

Chapter 24

Changing Her Mind

Sans and Papyrus tore themselves away from the menacing spiked armor to look at Wicca with wide eyes. The witch caught their gaze and shifted her feet. They were looking at her like she had grown three heads.

"Okay, what?" She eventually asked, hands thrown up in an exasperated tone.

"Wicca, how do you know the Loyal Servant's name?"

"Do you not?" She retorted.

Papyrus tilted his head in slight confusion, "Certain names down here carry weight, and the subjects of his royal Highness are not..well, subject to that ordinarily."

Wicca pursed her lips and filed that information away for later. Strange, and kind of a stupid cultural thing that wasn't in place when she was with Imposter Sans, but she could still use it to her advantage one way or another.

Sans opened his mouth to speak but the witch rolled her eyes and cut him off, "That's just pathetic, the only thing you're known for here is the fact that you're the King's servant?" Wicca walked towards the hulking suit of armor.

"I had hoped that you would be more interesting than the other one." The girl gave Undyne a once over, "Guess I was wrong."

Wicca turned back around to find the skeleton brothers still giving her a wide-eyed stare. It had progressed from "What-the-hell-are-you-doing" to "You've-just-killed-us".

"Ms. Wicca, I was trying to warn you about the Loyal Servant." Papyrus whispered.

"No need, Papy. That," the witch turned to point, "-is just a hunk of junk."

The witch never saw the spear.

She didn't need to, she could feel the magic displacing the air as the spear spontaneously appeared. In fact, that particular nasty trick was so old and so over used, the witch lazily side-stepped the impenetrable weapon of destruction with a careless air. If she was going to die, she wasn't going to do it by some trivial ruse.

"Okay, look," The witch turned toward the sheets of intertwining metal (honestly, the armor was over-kill. It looked like an oversized mecha suit that belonged in an anime. Sure, it was sharp and intimidating, and if not for the witch's mini vacation, she would have most certainly been freaking out. Unfortunately for the mega oven, Wicca couldn't care less about the menacing hunk of junk), "I don't know why you're here or why you want me, but I'll go with you. Besides, I have lots to discuss with your king." And then, adding quietly, "Hopefully he isn't as bat shit insane like the last one."

The armor, and subsequently the monster within the armor, cocked its head to the side. Wicca could have sworn that it was disappointed. The witch almost felt pity, after all this Undyne seemed to be rather useless, not to mention a bit dull. The monster had probably never seen life on the other side of her armor. How tragic.

Oh well.

Wicca held her hands together in mock surrender, and just before Undyne placed an interesting form of handcuffs (somehow, they were electrified) over the witch's wrists, she changed her mind.

"On second thought," The girl kicked the monster squarely in the chest, "I just got back home, and I would rather spend my precious seconds here-" Wicca gestured around the room for emphasis, "Not with you."