Undyne; the Undying

Undyne; the Undying

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Alphys ran her tiny hands over her face and sat down, "I just don't understand why you fought the human. Papyrus-" "Papyrus let the human go, that human is going to kill someone, and it's going to be Asgore if we aren't careful. Alphys, you need to do something." She didn't answer right away, and I didn't expect her to. "Undyne, no. The human hasn't killed a single monster since they fell from the border, there is no way in hell-" I couldn't handle it, "shut up!" I closed my eyes. Alphys wheezed, coughed, and fell to her knees. Blood was sprayed across her lab coat. My eyes went to the spear in her. The blue one. I quickly made it disappear from her body. She stumbled to her dresser and pulled out an inhaler, she took a couple sprays, then the wound disappeared. "I-I think you should leave, U-Undyne."
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He killed them all. Dust, down the waters of the the forest it runs, through the veins of the skeletons and the demons that prowl the night. It's the silent enemy, the adversary that slowly chokes and brings down entire armies to their knees. None can oppose it for none have the will or the strength. And it is the dust that emerges from the mouth of a mountain that overlooks a city, the dust that creeps and crawls through the forest and down the alleyways. It is the dust that wraps its bony hands around the throats of the damned ignorant enough to walk the streets, squeezing until the last heartbeat thrums. You are a detective in this city, a quaint area with little crime and a police force hopped up on Dunkin Donuts. But when a string of murders plagues the town, you are thrown on the case following cold leads and an ominous trail of dust. But one night, when you catch wind of a scream and follow it through the dark, you find a skeleton and the rest is history.

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