The familiar slam of the door swinging sprung you out of your thoughts, the bell chiming wild with sounds throughout the small store.

You sat in your typical place, wearing an old hoodie of your father's and your hair thrown haphazardly in a bun. You felt awful so you could hardly be bothered to even look decent. Oh well.

Undyne had her signature shit eating grin on and she looked like she had just gone off and won the lottery. She held a cardboard box in one of her hands.

She walked right up to you and punched your shoulder in a friendly manner, putting the box down right in front of you. Apparently Sans hadn't told her about the huge mistake you made...

You smiled shyly, feeling nervous. It reminded of you of how you felt when Undyne first walked in, except ten times worse.

"Yo, kiddo!" Undyne teased, sitting down right next to you. She put her feet up on the counter, "Some little skeleton told me you and Sans hit it off on Saturday! Did our plan work? Oh god, tell me it worked, my little nerd!"

You closed your book slowly, placing a receipt into it as a placeholder, "What's in the box?"

Undyne looked surprised, before smirking, "Tryin' to avoid my questions? Alright, alright. I'll ask about it in a second."

"Someone from the Underground, name's Muffet, started a bakery over here - like on this street. She's a little odd, a little greedy, but still kind," Undyne snorted, "I got us some spider doughnuts."

You watched as she opened up the box. Inside were two little doughnuts with purple frosting, decorated with small plastic spiders. Well, you hoped they were spiders.

"I'm not hungry," you muttered, feeling bad, "Thank you though."

Undyne raised an eyebrow, closing the box again, "You okay? Did something happen between you and Sans?"

"No," you lied, knowing that you sounded very unconvincing.

"_," Undyne seemed disheartened, and she patted your shoulder in an affectionate manner, "Look. We're friends. You can tell me if anything's wrong."

"I know," you cut her off, not wanting to have this conversation. Not today, not right now, "Undyne, it's just..."

"Did Sans say anything to you?" She furrowed her eyebrows, looking angry, "I'll rip that skeleton's bones off one by one if he did anything to hurt you."

You looked at her for a moment and shook your head, "He didn't... Do anything. Look, I just don't want to talk about it."

"Was it the vodka I gave you guys?" Undyne pushed, "Wasn't sure if it was a great idea. Alphys and I had seen it some anime so we thought for sure it'd work! I just want to know what happened."

"I don't feel like it..." Your heart ached.

Undyne kept pushing, "Sans seemed like a cool guy, but... OH MY GOD, DID YOU GUYS MAKE OUT AND JUST ARE EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT? THAT WOULD BE TOO CUTE."
You felt sweat run down your back, "Undyne, this isn't the time..."

"YOU NEED TO TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED RIGHT NOW," Undyne jumped up from her chair and walked to the other side of the counter. She slammed her fist on it and tried to look you right in the eyes.

You avoided her looks, "..."

"_, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" Undyne practically squealed.

"I don't feel like talking about it, okay?" Your voice was too loud, too cruel. You could've sworn you saw Undyne flinch at your raised tone.

"Wow, dude, alright," Undyne pretended to be fine, "Guess something bad happened, you should tell me."

"Undyne," your pleaded, "I. Really. Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. It."

Undyne rolled her eyes, oblivious to your feelings, "I'll keep asking and guessing until you tell me. It might be a better idea just to fess up right now, huh?"

You dug your fingers into your palms and sat up, staring her right in the eye, "When I say I don't want to talk about it, I really don't want to talk about it! It isn't your business what I do, and I don't have to tell you anything!"
"Are you really going to talk like that to me?" Undyne seemed deadly serious, "I'm sorry if Sans didn't like you back, I'll kick his ass for it, but you don't have to vent out your frustration on me."

"It doesn't matter if he does or not, that's not the point of it!" You ran a finger through your hair, frustrated, "Just leave me alone, alright?"

Undyne paused, staring at you, "What happened to your hand?"

You were surprised by her words and went to go stare at it. Your hand was bandaged messily and unprofessionally, being too tight in some places and too loose in others. Blood was starting to show up within all the white, however, and you figured some of the cuts must've ripped open again.

If it hurt, you didn't show it.

"Undyne," you were too angry at everything, mainly yourself, to think rationally. You didn't notice the pained look in her eye, or the unreasonable calm attitude she had despite of it all, "I know you like being in everyone's business all the time, but I don't want to talk to you! I knew it was a bad idea to hire someone here, I don't understand what went through my head when I accepted!"

Undyne took a deep breath, "Look. Whatever happened, it's not my fault. Can I see your hand? You're bleeding."

You didn't even comprehend her words, "Why do you even care? It's not like we're friends!"

Undyne flinched, "I'm sorry about what happened between you and Sans! But you shouldn't get pissed at me, especially since I'm trying to be here for you! You literally called me your best friend a week ago. But now since everything's gone to shit, you need to find someone to blame besides yourself, huh?"

You looked at her, "I'm blaming no one besides myself, Undyne, so don't tell me what I do or don't do!"

"_, you are so full of it!" Undyne was angry now, and it was your fault, "I get that you have these problems. I fucking get it. Alphys is diagnosed with anxiety issues, so she tries to explain to me how she feels! I haven't pushed you that much about it because I was hoping you'd talk to me, or at least someone!"

"Are you saying you think there's something wrong with me?" you whispered, not wanting her to say the words you'd known since elementary school - when the boys teased you and the girls shunned you. The words you had known since that one doctor asked if you had been put on medication.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you," Undyne said comfortingly, "I think you need help though. And we're here for you. At least me and Alphys always are. Sans is an idiot if he did anything to make you upset."

"But you shouldn't get mad at me for whatever happened, okay? I hope you think we're friends, _," Undyne sounded quiet, "I've really liked working here and meeting you. I'm sorry I pushed you about Sans too. I thought you were being shy. Can I see your hand?"

You placed it in front of her's, feeling it shake like crazy. You tried to make it stop, but you could hardly feel yourself breathing.

She grabbed it softly and started checking out the damage you had done, "What did you do?"

"I punched my mirror," you admitted softly.

She unwrapped the bandage carefully, "Hardcore, dude."

You laughed softly, in spite of it all.

"I'm sorry I was rude to you," you said softly as Undyne looked at your raw and bleeding hand.

"It's fine," Undyne shook her head, "You really hurt yourself, huh?"

"I've dealt with worse," you admitted, "You don't have to help me."

"I've seen worse in the Underground. Had to help some of the royal guard when they tripped or got too rough fighting," Undyne grabbed a tissue and starting patting down the heavily bleeding areas, "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not," you didn't lie.

Undyne took a deep breath, "I know you're not."

"Does everyone know?"

"Sans does."

"Do you know if he hates me?"

Undyne stopped and stared at you, "Why would he hate you?"

"We," you paused, "I kissed him after we both had drank a lot and... It got really heavy and I pushed him away and the look on his face was the worst and I-"

"Stop," Undyne interrupted, "Did you feel uncomfortable?"

"Kind of."

"Then you're fine. Sans seems like he would understand this type of situation," Undyne consoled, wrapping the bandage around your hand more professionally this time, "You two were both drunk, huh?"

You nodded.

"You two should talk about this."

"But I really messed up, Undyne, I don't think he'd want to."

Undyne sighed, "Do whatever makes you feel right, but please - talk to him at one point. You'll regret it if you don't."

Undyne gave you back your hand, which was bleeding through significantly less.

"I don't deserve a friend like you," you said shyly.

She shook her head, "We all have our bad times."

"Look, I get that it's hard," Undyne put her hand to her hip, "But stay strong for us, okay? Asgore needs us back in the Underground in a week or so and..."

"I think you should take a break," Undyne admitted shyly, "I sound like a boss, but... For the next few days, will you just stay at home? I'll work here for a while. I don't want to be payed for it either. Just... Please. Text me or Alphys, or even Sans, because we're all here for you."

"I can work-"

"You punched a goddamn mirror. Hardcore, but stupid as hell."

Undyne went over the counter to embrace you, squeezing you hard.

"You're my best friend. My stupid friend who thinks about shit way too much," Undyne scoffed, "But a friend nonetheless. This is something I'll do for you and you have no choice but to accept. Take the rest of the week off."

"I really can't pay you for this."

"Don't even," Undyne slowly let go of you, "At least, please take the rest of the week off. We can talk more later, just let yourself rest for a while."

You looked at her and shook your head, "I really don't deserve you, especially since I was just being such a jerk to you."

Undyne smiled softly, "I can be a bitch too, so it's fine. Text me your address so Alphys and I can bring you some cookies tonight."