Soulfell

Undyne

Frisk shot up from the bench she laid on, and Other Sans flinched up, eye sockets wide. Sans cursed in her head. Other Sans cursed as well. Frisk held her gut where she was struck. They processed what had happened for a moment.

Other Sans sighed. "How 'bout you not eat the quiche this time, sweetheart?"

Frisk nodded.

They left the room and finished the puzzle again. They walked past the echo flowers and were prepared to run from Undyne's attacks. They ran, the skeleton holding Frisk by the wrist again, grip tighter than last time. They made it about halfway down the wooden walkway when Frisk started getting light-headed. Her vision was getting blurred and her steps more wobbly and slower.

Other Sans noticed her movement and put her arm over his shoulders and his arm around her to help her move.

"C'mon, just a little more," he said.

Due to their slow progress, they didn't make it.

Load

They woke up on the bench again. They tried to brainstorm ways to get past.

"Okay," Other Sans started, "you get sick when you eat the quiche, but you faint when you don't eat anything."

"I'm sorry," Frisk apologized.

"It's not your fault," the skeleton replied. He thought a little more. "I would suggest taking a shortcut passed the area, but who knows what that'll do to you in your condition."

'He's probably right,' Sans added. 'If you took a shortcut, you'd probably pass out or worse.'

Other Sans snapped his boney fingers. "I could try carrying you across so you won't get tired."

Frisk hesitated. She felt like a burden to him. A literal weight on his shoulders. She shook her head.

"Why not?" He asked. "It's at least worth a shot."

After a moment of debating, the girl agreed to the plan. They left the room again and in the room before Undyne, Other Sans carried Frisk piggyback. He ran as the girl held onto him. But with one lucky shot, they were both speared.

Load

The next attempt, the skeleton tried carrying her bridal style. He was a bit off balance though with the weight in the front. They tripped.

Load

The next was carrying Frisk over his shoulders 'sack-of-potatoes' style. It was a bit clunky, but they managed to get farther than before.

Load

Both Sans' cursed. They didn't know how to get passed Undyne. Frisk and Other Sans sat on the bench.

"Hey, sweetheart," Other Sans said, "could I talk to other me real quick?"

Frisk nodded and let Sans take control. "'Sup?"

"Do you think we could fight Undyne off?"

'No fighting!' Frisk yelled.

Sans closed his eyes and reopened them. "Sorry, but the kid doesn't want us to fight anyone. Plus, even if we did, the magic I would use would take a toll on her body once she takes control again."

They were silent.

"Wait."

"Huh?" Sans blinked.

"I just got to thinkin'," Other Sans began, "I could take a shortcut to Grillby's, get some for you to eat, then you could eat it here, get back the energy you need, then try to make it passed Undyne."