Undyne (To self): It is my duty, to protect The Underground from itself... However, this duty is almost too much to ask for... Two sides of The Underground have already designated themselves, and can very possibly decern the fate of us all dependent on their future circumstances...
Ugh... I can't stand this anymore! NGAHHH!
I'm going to finally put an end to this rivalry once and for all, I've had enough with their constant fighting back and forth!
Enough lives have been lost... Too much dust has been spread... Enough LOVE has been gained...
And so... Undyne set off on her quest to protect her home from those who may threaten to harm it... She starts by going to Snowdin's town square, to settle the recent fight that had taken place on the grounds.
Undyne is one of action not of words, however, her journey from the damp, wet, Waterfalls has soothed her temper just the slightest, and she has decided to give one FINAL warning.
The Square is full of action, the town is divided, one-half stands to the north, another to the south. These are the two waring families and those who sides with them. Inside many of the homes and establishments, hide the cowering monsters, not wishing to be involved in the struggle for familial power. North of the Division is the Crowns, the supporters of the old royal family that has since lost most of its power. To the South is the group known as the Fallers, They are new to the power scene, however, are part of a family just as old as the Crowns.
Words are thrown left and right, rocks and other projectiles are hitting many, and fistfights are common through this divide.
The clanging of metal boots can be heard approaching. The crowd starts parting, and a near 7 foot walking suit of armor halts the battle. A ponytail of bright red hair extends through the top of the helm. A faceplate covers the intruder, disguising their appearance. Two beady white eyes pierce through the crowd like spears.
The figure stops in the center of the square and turns their helm observing the crowd stare in wonder at the figure that has stopped them in their tracks.
The figure lifts the helm from their head, whispers can be heard from the crowd.
Family Fighters: It's Undyne!
We're in big trouble now!
This can't be good...
If she has come for us then we are done for!
Undyne slowly raises her head to the ceiling of the enormous cavern that makes up the underground. She starts speaking, very softly at first, then growing furiously louder...
Undyne: rebels... rebels, all of you. Rebels to the peace of The Underground. Monsters who turn their claws and bare their teeth to their own neighbors. NGAHHH! ARE ANY OF YOU EVEN LISTENING!?
Her voice hushes the last traces of speech.
Her boots clash against the ground as she walks to an edge of the crowd, the monsters back away a few steps in fear. Undyne picks up a monster by their collar and looks them in the eyes.
Undyne: Do you enjoy bathing in the dust of your neighbors?
But no reply came...
Undyne: Just as I thought... For the... ARGH... Whatever, for the several times you all have disturbed the peace of our fair lands, I call for those to be the leaders of this conflict step forward!
Only one stepped forwards. A tall goat man with golden hair similar to the flowers that grow only a short trip to the west from here.
Undyne: I take it to presume you are the leader of the Crowns?
The man nods a solemn confirmation.
Undyne: Your name?
Asgore: I am Asgore Dreemur, Leader of the Crowns. In our own right, I say these lands are.
He is swiftly cut off by a blue spear striking the ground at his feet.
Undyne: "I say these lands are." are you suggesting, that the lands that these people walk on are... Yours?
Asgore stood strong, weakness only appearing slightly in minor facial expressions.
Asgore: Yes.
Undyne: And what reason, are you to give me. No. Us all that these lands are. Yours?
Asgore: My family has stood here the longest, we held great power and deserve it once again.
Undyne goes silent... And turns her head down to the ground only for a moment, before staring straight into the eyes of Asgore who flinches. Undyne slowly walks toward the man. Looking right into his eyes, she squints and has only one word left for him.
Undyne: no... No. NO!
Undyne's eyes burn with anger and she thrusts her armor covered knee into his gut, putting him into a kneeling position. His face in shock as his shaky body starts to understand the situation. She faces away from him in disgust and returns her focus to the crowd once more.
Undyne: Once more is all I say, ONCE MORE. If any of you infringe on the peace of The Underground. Once More before I end this once and for all.
The Crowns, only are one-half of the situation, who is leading the Fallers? Depending on their say I will do the same to them as that weak man standing behind me...
A small monster with no arms and yellow scales slowly walks over quietly.
Small Monster: Uh... Um. M, Ms... Ms. Undyne... I uh... Have to inform you... That is unfortunately answered... Only by a death. The prior leader to the Fallers had died a night ago... The head of the Faller group is lead by... well... a human named Frisk... the heir that was chosen after the previous leader's death...
Undyne looks down to the meek monster.
Undyne: Where can I find them?
Small Monster: Well... You see...
Undyne: SPIT IT OUT ALREADY.
The monster jumps in fear and speaks quickly.
Small Monster: They are often entranced in other duties and do not care for the fighting so they are not often at the conflicts between the two families. I uh... Don't know where they are currently...
Undyne remains quiet thinking over the situation.
Undyne: Fine then... For they have not had cause to the situation I give no reason to punish them, however, tell this "Frisk" that they keep watch on their family, and make sure they make no more intentions to disturb the peace any longer.
Undyne departs once more returning to Waterfall. The group conflict subsides, and the small monster runs off to the west, to the only sunlight in the underground. Where Frisk sits, daydreaming about LOVE.