I participated in Undyne Appreciation Week over on tumblr, so here's the six little drabbles I wrote for each prompt.


1. Baby Undyne

The Great Undyne lies in waiting for her prey. She has spent hours, no, days, NO, weeks! preparing for this hunt.

Her hearing is sharp, listening for even the smallest noise made in the long hallway she has called her domain. with bated breath, she waits… waits… waits…

At the right moment, she jumps out, pouncing onto her soft quarry, digging her claws into him.

In reality, and to any outsider, it looks more like she just leaped from behind a decorated pillar to attack the king's leg.

Asgore laughs, it rumbles gently in his chest, and he lays a hand on her fiery red hair, patting it softly. "What are you doing now, little one?"

The small child raises her head to look at him, sharp canines glistening in the light when she smiles. "Practice."

The king lifts her up easily, small as she is, and his eyes are soft when he holds her. "For what?"

"For catching a human!" Undyne declares, puffing her chest in a show of bravery and knighthood. She has no doubt in the world she will make it into the royal guard when she grows up.

Asgore has little doubt either.

His face looks sad though, weary, and he puts her back down onto the tiled floor with a little sigh. She darts off to her next well-planned ambush, and he finds himself wondering, not for the first time, how this young child has managed to so easily wiggle her way into his heart.


2. Your favorite thing about Undyne

Nobody taught Undyne how to play the piano. Nobody sat down next to her, showed her how to press the keys to get the clearest notes. Demonstrated how you can make the music flow to create a perfect melody.

Undyne learned those things all on her own.

Initially, her playing didn't sound like much (except maybe a Syren dying). She broke many teacups in her frustration, though never the piano. Even she wasn't that reckless.

She would get up in a huff and not so much as glance at the instrument for days.

But it always came back to her. An itch, something deep inside that makes her roll her eyes and take a seat in front of the keys again. longing for the kind of peace only a soothing melody can give her.

Something not granted in her regular life. Something that reminds her still of a time long ago filled with flower tea and play-pretend, and no stolen souls.

So over time, she becomes quite good at it. She writes herself a theme song and it's pretty rad.

Or she'll play something oddly familiar, that sounds of grief and death, though she doesn't know why. Just knows it fills her with dread and makes her want to call Alphys, to make sure she's doing okay.

Papyrus asked about the piano once or twice, obviously. But Undyne shrugged it off and told him she never plays for anybody else.

Maybe she will someday, somewhere (on the surface under a blue sky). But for now, it remains her own little secret.


3. Undyne's grin

Sans doesn't think he has ever seen Undyne with anything but a smile.

It's sharp, like razors, and can change in a flash, much like her temperament. Anybody acquainted with her can tell the difference though.

The congenial, easy smile she wears when giving orders, or talking to his brother, is nothing like the vicious grin she displays when training. Or the baring of teeth ready to kill when she is truly angry at you.

Even the more bashful, delighted kind whenever she is speaking with (or about) Alphys.

Undyne smiled when she was queen. Not when she was alone, perhaps, but Sans wouldn't know that. Wouldn't have seen. But she smiled at the people - her people now - and reassured them that all would be fine.

When Alphys is gone, she smiles. Tightly, fake. Something cold that won't ever reach her eyes.

And Sans is sure she smiles as she dies too. Smirks at the thought of death and spit in its face. He's never there to witness it, never was and never will. But he hears about it afterward, Alphys breaking down in tearful sobs, clutching at nothing that is left, a puddle.

She smiled while wasting away, determined, and Sans isn't surprised at all.


4. Undyne and Papyrus

In hindsight, Papyrus probably knew it was a bad idea before they even started.

His bed is, in fact, not an actual race car. No matter how much he wishes it was, and no matter the enthusiasm Undyne displayed while fastening two metal rods to the bottom and hauling it up the hills outside Snowdin.

He should maybe voice this concern, but after all he's not supposed to be the sensible one, is he? Not to mention Undyne looks like she's having so much fun, Papyrus wouldn't want to ruin it.

So he doesn't say anything as she takes her seat at the front of the 'vehicle', loudly prompting him to "get his ass in there and hold on to his knickers".

He doesn't say anything as they speed down the hill, the scenery becoming a white and gray blur as they careen down too fast, almost hitting a frightened Gyftrot that just in time manages to jump out of the way of their projectile.

He doesn't even say anything when their reckless journey is oh so rudely interrupted by the very much solid obstacle that is a tree, as he predicted.

And afterward, as they brush the snow off their clothes and Undyne is yelling in his ear how freaking awesome that was, already picking up the slightly damaged but still serviceable impromptu sled they build, Papyrus still doesn't say anything.

Just agrees that it was indeed awesome as they make their way back up the hill for another round.


5. Angst

Being queen isn't all it is made out to be.

Sure, there's the silken bedsheets, the beautiful gardens, the royal hallways which allow just the perfect acoustic for your piano.

But nobody ever mentions the other things.

The dying. Watching helplessly as all those you love, those you were supposed to protect, fall prey to a despair deeper than grief. The void left by a beloved king, who did everything for his people, for you. A void you will never be able to fill, no matter how hard you try.

Or the dust that fouls your city, with nobody left that has the energy to sweep it up. Monsters falling where they may.

Nobody mentions how the acoustics won't mean a thing if you can't bring yourself to even play, because all that will come out sounds broken, torn. You forgot what it was like to feel joy anymore.

"We found her," they say, with anxious energy, as if they know that this will shatter you completely. This will be the thing to make it all come undone.

But you already knew, could feel it in your very soul. "Did she-" you start, but you don't know how to finish.

Did she end it herself? Did she leave a note? Did she think of me?

…. Did she suffer?

No answer could possibly grant you solace anymore.

"Okay," you say, though clearly it isn't. "Okay…"

And you turn around to attend to your queenly duties, a bit more hollow than before.


6. Theme of your choice

Surface life is different from the Underground. Things move faster, brighter, louder. Undyne absolutely loves it, she won't lie. Her heart races every time she steps foot outside, all the things to see and do just there at her fingertips.

Sometimes she just wants to go- leave- she doesn't know where, the itching in her feet driving her on. See everything there is to see and more.

She doesn't though. At the end of the day, she goes home.

Alphys is usually there before her, curled up on the couch with a book or the tv on. Hiding away from that same world Undyne finds so endlessly fascinating.

She joins her, wraps herself around her, and shields Alphys from all those things. Holds her so tightly her girlfriend has to know she will never let go.

Sometimes, Undyne wants to leave. But even more, she knows why she has to stay.


Hope u enjoyed these little drabbles ^_^ Thanks for the comments guys!

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