Determination (Charisk) [OUTDATED]

43 - ONE CHEF TO ANOTHER

(FRISK POV)

     Undyne sat in stunned silence.
     "... ... ... The Prince died. 13 years ago."
     "And so have you."
     "Bullshit. You can't tell me that the reason that we've been fighting all these years is based on a faked death."
     "It wasn't. Chara—"
     "You don't get to call him that. You're in our kingdom. You will address him by his title."
     "I will call him whatever I want. I'm his girlfriend."
     "... You what?"
     "When I fell into the Underground, Chara, as a ghost, was beside me. Due to the nature of our SOULs, we couldn't leave the other's side. But, his ghost body was dying, so right now he's getting a new body, and Dr. Alphys is overseeing the process."
     "This is unbelievable... I mean I really can't believe it. You expect me to think that the hope of this world's future, the human prince of monsters, is not only dating you, a fugitive, but is also getting a new body? Frankly, I should kill you right now for disgracing the throne with your lies." I let out a sigh. I found something strange about this conversation. I was articulating my thoughts way clearer with Undyne, than I was with any other person in the Underground... With the exception of Chara, of course. I pulled out my phone. Luckily, Alphys was already in my contacts list. One click and:

*Dogsong intensifies*

     "Oh! U-Um, hello, F-Frisk!"
     "Hey, Dr. Alphys. I was just wondering, how is Chara doing?"
     "Oh! Um, his body is done, actually. It's completely f-formed! But, he hasn't gained consciousness yet, and won't for at l-least another 6 hours." Undyne's jaw dropped when Alphys confirmed my statements. "There is, h-however a few things I should, uh, mention?" Was there something wrong? My mind raced to all the possibilities, all the things that could happen.
     "...S-Such as?"
     "He-Um, his body looks v-very different than before. And, well I don't want to say anything u-until you see him in person, but I think you should be prepared for some c-changes."
     "changes... Okay. Anything else?"
     "Oh! Right. His body is made of m-magic. Just like Monsters." Undyne's eyes widened. The human Prince of monsters is now the Monster Prince of Monsters.
      "That's... Different."
      "Y-Yeah. Nothing bad has happened so far, but there c-could be side effects. He will have to go through t-testing and physical therapy before he can be d-discharged from the medical ward."
     "I understand. Thank you, Alphys. Thank you."

-Click-

    "See?"
    "... ...This is a lot to take in. I need to tell King Asgore."
     "NO! *ahem* N-no. Chara said that he wants to tell his father himself."
     "I... I see."
     "Well if you really are Prince Chara's Significant other. Trying to take your SOUL is treason against the throne." I put my hand on hers.
     "I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'm not even asking you to stop trying to help Monster-kind. I'm only asking you to trust me."
     "I... Okay. Human— Frisk."
". . ."
". . ."
The silence was unnerving. You could hear a pin drop.
"So."
"So?"
"What now?"
"Hm?"
"What do we do now? Papyrus is gone, we still haven't become besties. I haven't had my revenge."
"We've finished our tea."
"We've finished our tea..."
"..."
"..."
"...I heard that you taught Papyrus everything he knows about cooking."
"I did, yeah."
"If you really want to take your revenge on me, and battle is out of the question, then you should challenge my pride as a chef."
"..Is that really what you want?"
"Is it what you want?" After a Few moments of thinking, Undyne stood up.
"As Captain of the Royal Guard, I swear on the throne that I will best your cooking skills in honorable kitchen warfare."
"Then so it shall be."
"So it shall be."
"..."
"..."
"So when do we start?"
"10 seconds ago." And with that we were off. An assortment of wooden spoons, metal spatulas, knives, and magic spears were flying. While Undyne was trying to figure out what to make, I was already at the fridge. I opened the door and a wave of heat hit me.
"Do you have a hot fridge?"
"Yeah, I hate cold food!" Noting the stupidity of a hot fridge, I grabbed a very soft block of white cheddar and warm milk. I needed to add ice to the milk to combat the heat for my bechemel sauce. Hot fridge, you are a hindrance.

. . .

"Done!" I shouted. Undyne looked over at me.
"How are you already done?"
"You've been trying to figure out what to make for 2 and a half hours. One dish, easy."
"Screw it. I'll just make box pasta." Undyne destroyed a small family of vegetables with her fists, and scraped it into a bowl. She then added store-bought pasta to a pot of boiling water. She started to stir the pasta, stirring faster and faster until she let out a guttural war cry and demolished the pasta and the pot with a flurry of spear attacks. After that, Undyne added the vegetable corpses to a medium saucepan and started to turn up the heat. She kept muttering something like "not enough." And turning it up more. A large flame the size of my face engulfed the pot of 'sauce'.
"Undyne? If you turn up the heat any more, it could become a serious fire hazard."
"Be quiet! I know how to make pasta! The more heat, the faster it gets done—" And a large explosion knocked us out of the house.
I think I hurt my leg when landing, but other than that I was okay. Undyne looked up at her flame-engulfed home.
"Undyne?" She sighed.
"Man, no wonder Papyrus sucks at cooking." We burst our sides laughing. "So, what's next? Scrapbooking? Friendship bracelets?" A Melancholic expression grew on Undyne's face. "... Oh, who am I kidding? I really screwed everything up this time, didn't I?"
     "Undyne. You can't force yourself to forgive me. Or to be friends with me."
     "Some people just don't get along with each other.  And if we can't be friends... THAT MEANS I CAN DESTROY YOU WITHOUT REGRET!" The color from the surrounding area drained and a barrage of spears barely missed me as I jumped to the left.
     "Undyne!?"
     "I've been defeated... My house is in shambles... I've failed to befriend you. I don't care that you're my houseguest, or of interest to the prince. One final rematch! All out on both sides! ITS THE ONLY WAY I CAN REGAIN MY LOST PRIDE! NOW COME ON! HIT ME WITH ALL YOU'VE GOT! NGAHHHHH!!!" Undyne is letting me make the first move.
     "No."
     "No?"
     "No. I'm not hurting you. Not again. I have the power to kill you 50 times over, Undyne. I'm not going to fight you. If this is how you regain your lost pride, so be it. You win."
     "...what. Even with the perfect opportunity. You can't muster any intent to hurt me, huh?...Heh. You know what?" Undyne dropped her spear. "I don't want to hurt you either. At first, I hated your stupid saccharine schtick, but... the way you talked to me back in the house, told me the truth no matter how harsh it was... It reminded me of someone I used to train with. Now I know you aren't some wimpy loser.  You're a wimpy loser with a big heart!...Just like him. Gerson, you're the father I never had...... Listen, Frisk. It seems you and Asgore are fated to fight. But knowing him, he probably doesn't want to. Talk to him. I'm sure you can persuade him to let you go home."
     "No."
     "No?!"
     "I'm not going home. Not yet at least. You said yourself that you are so close to freedom. I'm not just going to abandon you all. I'm going to find a way to free you.

To free all of you."

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