COOKING WITH UNDYNE TIME, bonus: some pranking of a certain skeleton ;) This one is a bit (I mean like 300 words) longer, so here you are.

"You ready punk?!"

Undyne looked intently at me, fists held ready like she was gonna pound me. I didn't want to back down, but I also didn't fancy a beating.

"As I'll ever be."

She nodded, as if this was the correct answer, and grabbed my forearm. Grinning like a maniac, and buzzing with excitement. Frisk was excited too, obviously having enjoyed making the sauce. Here goes nothing.

"Throw the spaghetti in the pot!"

Undyne dragged out a huge cooking pot while Frisk pointed to the cabinet that help boxes and boxes of spaghetti noodles. I reached on tiptoes (Undyne is way taller than both Frisk and I) and grabbed a box.

I called over my shoulder,

"One or two boxes?"

"Three!"

I raised an eyebrow at the sheer mass of pasta we were planning on making, but shrugged mentally. That didn't stop me from giving them a hard time.

"Three! Impastable!"

Undyne groaned good naturedly and Frisk giggled, shaking their head. I grabbed two more boxes and passed them down.

"Right. What temperature does the box say to cook the noodles at?"

Undyne roared with laughter, seemingly at my question.

"What?"

"That's not how you cook spaghetti Frisk's sister!"

"Allie."

Undyne shrugged, dumping boxes of pasta into the pot, not even bothering to take the pasta out of the packaging. Frisk got something to stir. I stood, hands on hips, eyebrows scrunched. They weren't even adding water...

"Come on Allie! Aren't you going to help?"

"But-"

Undyne grabbed my shoulder and pulled me over to the pot.

"Alright punk. You stir and we'll turn up the heat."

I decided I would just go with it. The spaghetti would be inedible but I figured this was more for the act of cooking then the act of eating. At least Frisk was having fun.

I stirred the raw pasta and the cardboard boxes slowly. They were bumping around loudly.

"You're gonna have to stir faster than that, punk. A Whimsum could stir faster."

I frowned. I took that jab as a personal challenge.

"Fine then." I replied shortly.

Gritting my teeth, I picked up the pace.

"Right! Now! Frisk, turn up the heat. The hotter the better."

They turned the knob to the highest setting.

"Still not hot enough!"

Needless to say, Undyne's stovetop went hotter than the 'highest' setting. Actual flames licked the pot. I had to stand an arm's length away to keep from getting third-degree burns.

At that moment several things happened. First off, I realized that the flames had grown out of control, and the pasta and cardboard boxes were aflame. Next, Frisk stumbled away from the stove and into me, still clutching the spoon I had been using to stir. They knocked into me and I, in turn, knocked into Undyne. She shoved me away from her and into the pot with it burning contents.

"Ow!"

The pot came crashing down, spilling fiery pasta everywhere. I was peppered with it.

"Ow OW!"

I scrambled to me feet, brushing burning bits off my one good flannel shirt. But the damage had been done. The fire licked eagerly at the house's interior.

"We gotta get out of here!"

Undyne nodded, and Frisk found me and clutched my hand.

We stumbled into the fresher air, coughing. Smoke followed us, and at the addition of more oxygen the flames flared brighter.

"Oops."

Undyne sighed.

"No wonder Papyrus is a bad cook. Well..."

She looked at Frisk and I, waiting for a reaction to the situation.

Frisk was aghast.

"I'm so sorry Undyne! This is all my fault... I should have- should have-"

Undyne stopped them.

"You're starting to sound like Alphys, punk. It's okay." At our disbelieving looks she continued.

"It really is! You wouldn't believe some of the accidents that have happened. Like this one time Paps Alphys and I- well I really should save that story for later."

We stood for a moment, uncertain of the next plan of action.

"Can I speak to your sister alone for a sec, Frisk?"

They nodded and scampered off. I watched them go, calling,

"Don't get out of my sight!"

Then I turned to face Undyne.

She studied me for a second, then came to a decision.

"That kid is stronger than you give them credit for."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean that you won't give them a chance to fight, a chance to prove themself."

I frowned.

"We don't want to fight anyone. My one and only goal is to get Frisk out alive."

"That's besides the point."

I grit my teeth, shaking my head.

"No. That's the only point. Not to mention that you are the one doing most of the fighting against us."

Undyne scoffed.

"Not anymore! That's what I'm saying! Frisk defeated me without even swinging a weapon, without your help. They made friends with me. Never in a million years did I think that was possible!"

"That doesn't mean I'm going to put them in danger willingly! Not when I'm around!"

My hands were on my hips, my hair frizzy, in disarray, burn marks dotting my clothes, mouth pressed in a thin line. Undyne looked me up and down, then laughed. She clapped a hand on my shoulder, still laughing.

"I like you, punk! You're feisty! You and your sibling are like, complete opposites!"

I couldn't help the small grin that broke out on my face.

"Yeah...kinda like,"

My grin turned to a smirk,

"you and Alphys, huh?"

"What!? Who told you about that?"

"You just did."

She growled at me, her cheeks lightly blushing.

Guess I guessed right.

"You humans are very cheeky."

I winked at her. She rolled her eyes, and tried to plot revenge.

"Just you wait till I find out who you're crushing on."

I promised myself to never tell her anything.

"Well punk, now that we're friends, I'd better get to Paps', you and the kid better get going. Just remember, there may come a day when you'll have to let Frisk go."

We said our goodbyes, and went on our way.

As we walked, we got to enjoy Waterfall a lot more then when Undyne was chasing us. All too soon, the relative coolness of Waterfall was fading away. A huge electronic sign spelled out "WELCOME TO HOTLAND!"

A heat wave hit us and made my hair blow back. I took my flannel shirt off, leaving just the tank underneath.

"Frisk, do you want to put your sweater in my backpack? It's really hot."

"No, I'm good."

Frisk was always less of a wuss when it came to heat. The first thing I noticed was the sentry station. And the skeleton asleep inside.

As we approached, he didn't wake.

"Huh," I remarked,

"A heavy sleeper. Who knows what he could miss while he was dead to the world?"

Frisk grinned at me.

"Are you saying...that we're gonna-?"

"Prank the prankster? Yes. You still have that notebook you got from Gerson?"

We crept quietly behind the station and stuck a sign that said 'I'm a stupid dodo butt' onto the back of his hoodie. We giggled silently.

"Right," I whispered, "Now hand me the marker."

I leaned close to write something equally childish on his face. But as I did so his eyes blinked open. As he registered his surroundings and the close proximity of my face, he started backward.

I also stumbled backward, then tripped and fell on my butt.

Sans face smirked down from his position above me. He obviously had gotten over his small shock. Unlike me.

"i'm not Sleeping Beauty, ya know?"

"W-what?" The implications of his statement suddenly shot through my mind. My face turned a horrible shade of red. "No!"

Frisk was laughing, unable (or unwilling) to come to my rescue.

"no you don't know?"

I heaved myself to my feet.

"No!"

"no, what? you're sending mixed signals."

I glared at him. Now that I was on my feet, I had the advantage of height. That is, until he eventually stands.

"We were trying to prank you..."

"ah. and you didn't succeed?"

Frisk chose that moment to pipe up.

"Actually-!"

I shot them a look and they shut their mouth with an audible 'clomp'.

Sans tried to prompt them.

"actually what, bud?"

"Nothing." I said too quickly.

Sans raised an eyebrow.

"maybe you need some lessons in pranks."

"I could prank you any day without your help."

"Really?"

His voice oozed sarcastic smugness.

"Really. Come on Frisk."

I walked to the bridge over hot magma and had second thoughts. Should I really risk walking over this kind of death trap. Then I laughed internally. How ironic would that be? To come so far then fall into lava. I walked across. When we reached the other side of the bridge, I heard Sans voice yell, "Touché". When I turned back, he was gone. I grinned at Frisk.

"We pranked the prankster."

We knuckle punched.

Then Frisk commented,

"You did look like you were going in for a kiss though..."

I shoved their shoulder.

"Not in a million years."

Unknown to me, Frisk was thinking that that was what Undyne had said about human friends.

*The possibility of your OTP becoming canon keeps you determined*

Hey y'all! Shout out to all of my lovely reviewers! I love you guys! Just a random question of the day: Do any my wonderful reader do theatre? I'm joining my schools One Act Play crew! We're doing a show called Still Life with Iris! It's pretty rad. Though it does mean I'll have less time for writing. But weekends are my time and I'm thinking I'll be able to start regularly updating every weekend. On another note: Lockwood and Co: The Creeping Shadow is coming out this Tuesday (Sept 13)! I'm super hyped! I got the third book the day it came out as well and couldn't put it down! No spoilers! Thank y'all again!

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