[For a fish person, you'd think washing up on the beach would be normal? But not for Undyne. It's left her sputtering as she lifts herself up onto her hands, coughing up sand and water and salt. Truthfully, she isn't exactly a fish person, right now - she's hardly even a monster anymore. Just a blue-skinned human with big, golden shark teeth... no scales, no fins, nothing.
And as someone approaches her, she finds she doesn't have her spears, either. An attempt to summon one just leaves her standing in a strange pose for a second, hand outstretched as she realizes it's not coming.]
... You. What did you do!?
[Clearly it's your fault she has no access to her magic, right? Surely there isn't any other option! Hopefully, whoever is standing in front of her has fast reflexes - Because unless she recognizes whoever she's running at, she's running right up to grab at a collar, a wrist, a shoulder, whatever's in reach to be grabbed.]
[Scen. two: Bad Brochures]
Axe thief axehounds... Bunnyipyips... fur-bearing trout!? All these monsters sound lame!
[That's said as Undyne outright slamdunks a stack of pamphlets into a street trashcan before jamming her hand back in her pocket, snarling to herself as she's forced to walk around with all these... humans. Sure, some humans are okay - but that doesn't mean they ALL are, and it's clear she's none too fond of them. It's hard to tell what makes a human "good" after all - it took the human in the Underground a lot of time to convince her. And a lot of destruction. But all of these humans are pretty keen to just avoid her, not even offering her much help like they do the other, quieter arrivals...
So when Undyne spots someone who looks more helpful - be it a monster or a "newbie" like herself - she's quick to hold a hand out to stop them with the usual toothy sneer on her face.]
What've you been reading about all this? All I've read is a buttload of misinformation - is this just some kind of big smear campaign against monsterkind or something!?
[Scen. four: It's Time] (cw: death, decay, general lich themes)
[Time for what? Well, changes, of course. They came on so suddenly that Undyne can just barely duck into an alleyway in time, clutching her chest as a weird pain rushes through her with her heart at its epicenter. Blue skin sloughs off in some places, replaced with a rippling, glowing energy, while other places start to crumble to a fog of painfully familiar sort dust - permanently. It's just an effect, it seems... her wrists are the ones that do it most, disconnected from the rest of her arms and permanently billowing dust into the wind.
By the time someone manages to wander by, they're likely going to be stopped by a splatter of flesh and blood spreading out onto the sidewalk as she discards the parts her new form apparently doesn't need anymore - Her torso's hollow save for some sort of glowing energy in her chest, a glowing, white, upside-down heart peering through her ribcage as she picks herself up.
... And that's when she spots a very unlucky person, whoever's stopped to watch the whole thing, and gives them an awful, blood-filled grin.]
What're you looking at...!? You wanna try me after all that?
Undyne | Undertale (true pacifist)
[For a fish person, you'd think washing up on the beach would be normal? But not for Undyne. It's left her sputtering as she lifts herself up onto her hands, coughing up sand and water and salt.
Truthfully, she isn't exactly a fish person, right now - she's hardly even a monster anymore. Just a blue-skinned human with big, golden shark teeth... no scales, no fins, nothing.
And as someone approaches her, she finds she doesn't have her spears, either. An attempt to summon one just leaves her standing in a strange pose for a second, hand outstretched as she realizes it's not coming.]
... You. What did you do!?
[Clearly it's your fault she has no access to her magic, right? Surely there isn't any other option! Hopefully, whoever is standing in front of her has fast reflexes -
Because unless she recognizes whoever she's running at, she's running right up to grab at a collar, a wrist, a shoulder, whatever's in reach to be grabbed.]
[Scen. two: Bad Brochures]
Axe thief axehounds... Bunnyipyips... fur-bearing trout!? All these monsters sound lame!
[That's said as Undyne outright slamdunks a stack of pamphlets into a street trashcan before jamming her hand back in her pocket, snarling to herself as she's forced to walk around with all these... humans.
Sure, some humans are okay - but that doesn't mean they ALL are, and it's clear she's none too fond of them. It's hard to tell what makes a human "good" after all - it took the human in the Underground a lot of time to convince her. And a lot of destruction.
But all of these humans are pretty keen to just avoid her, not even offering her much help like they do the other, quieter arrivals...
So when Undyne spots someone who looks more helpful - be it a monster or a "newbie" like herself - she's quick to hold a hand out to stop them with the usual toothy sneer on her face.]
What've you been reading about all this? All I've read is a buttload of misinformation - is this just some kind of big smear campaign against monsterkind or something!?
[Scen. four: It's Time] (cw: death, decay, general lich themes)
[Time for what? Well, changes, of course. They came on so suddenly that Undyne can just barely duck into an alleyway in time, clutching her chest as a weird pain rushes through her with her heart at its epicenter. Blue skin sloughs off in some places, replaced with a rippling, glowing energy, while other places start to crumble to a fog of painfully familiar sort dust - permanently.
It's just an effect, it seems... her wrists are the ones that do it most, disconnected from the rest of her arms and permanently billowing dust into the wind.
By the time someone manages to wander by, they're likely going to be stopped by a splatter of flesh and blood spreading out onto the sidewalk as she discards the parts her new form apparently doesn't need anymore -
Her torso's hollow save for some sort of glowing energy in her chest, a glowing, white, upside-down heart peering through her ribcage as she picks herself up.
... And that's when she spots a very unlucky person, whoever's stopped to watch the whole thing, and gives them an awful, blood-filled grin.]
What're you looking at...!? You wanna try me after all that?