Later that day Frisk finally reached the end of the wood. It instantly seemed darker as he proceeded along a path. To his left was a small cliff face. With no snow here, the natural lighting of various crystals embedded in the walls of the underground made the lighting much dimmer, though still plenty bright enough to see. As he proceeded along the pathway, he continued into a small field of taller grass. Suddenly he heard voices. Papyrus's voice in fact.
"H…Hi, Undyne! I'm here with my daily report…" Frisk peered out of the tall grass. On top of the cliff face he could see the skeleton speaking to another figure. Frisk could tell from reflections that the figure was in armour. At least he knew that this Undyne was a who.
"Uhh…regarding that human I called you about earlier…" Frisk instantly felt his blood run cold. In his panicked thoughts, he missed the figure's question, and only heard Papyrus's response.
"Y-Yes! Of course I fought them!" Papyrus turned away, and from the light of the forest not far behind, Frisk could see the uneasiness of Papyrus's face. "I fought them valiantly…but I didn't manager to capture them." He heard a furious voice from inside the armour.
"Did you even TRY?"
"W-Well…of course I tried! Very hard in fact, but in the end…I failed." Undyne responded gruffly.
"I'll just have to take the human soul myself." Frisk watched as Papyrus moved closer.
"But Undyne, you don't have to destroy them! You see, you see…" Papyrus lost his word and slowly backed away. From the bushes, Frisk could barely hear Undyne speaking. The armour made it more difficult to understand, he only heard Papyrus's response.
"…I understand. I will help in any way I can." Immediately after, Papyrus left. It felt eerily quiet. Undyne wasn't leaving. Frisk did notice that Undyne's back was turned to him. He slowly began to creep through the grass, thinking he would make it without being seen. Clearly Undyne was not one he wanted to bump into. However, just when he thought he was clear, there was the crack of a twig that sounded as loud as thunder, from directly beneath one of his feet. Immediately Undyne whipped around and approached the edge. Frisk remained motionless, staring up at the armoured figure. He watched as she seemed to materialize a spear out of thin air and raise it above her head. Frisk closed his eyes tight, not daring to meet the watching gaze. When he opened them several seconds later, Undyne was gone. He looked around, troubled, before standing up and proceeding from the grass.
His heart was still pounding, so he nearly took out his knife and threw it when a small voice piped up behind him.
"Yo, did you see the way she was staring at you…? That…was AWESOME! I'm SOOO jealous!" Frisk turned around and stared at the creature speaking. It was a small monster child, but there was something familiar about him. Then it hit him, this was one of the children he had seen in Snowdin.
"What'd you do to get her attention?" The child laughed. "Come on! Let's go watch her beat up some bad guys!" The child ran off ahead. Frisk lagged behind, staring up at the cliff face, before hurrying on, a sense of dread filling him.
Undyne stared on from the shadows at the human. Thoughts flashed through Undyne's mind. Could this be the one? Will we finally be…free? She turned and slowly stalked into the shadows.