Toby Fox presents "Ambrosia!"

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shouldn’t an anime-obsessed, tall, lean, blue fish be EASY to track and follow?

Normally, that answer would be an absolute, resounding “Yes.” After all, it made sense. Undyne was usually either training Papyrus, or otherwise hunting humans somewhere in Waterfall where she was stationed at. She rarely deviated from that location-based routine, and whenever she did, it was for a pretty good reason. But now, in an entirely different world, entirely different universe, with entirely different people, there was no way to predict where she was or where she could be. The sudden lack of information on her was just as much an annoyance as it was the most nightmarish thing in the world.

Of course, he could probably solve his little conundrum by just calling her, but he had already ruled out that action long ago. Undyne was as stubborn as she was hammy, so even if he gave all the reasons in the world for her not to go after the flower, chances were likely she’d go after it anyway. She probably wouldn’t even believe him if he told her how he watched her get killed by a friend of the flower’s, especially if he went into detail as to who that person was and what their name was. She’d think him crazy for certain.

So the only thing he could do was keep moving and, hopefully, catch up to her. Perhaps she’d get tired and rest, and then he could talk to her and convince her not to throw her life away like that.

So he walked. He walked for hours on end, the day sky above the massive trees slowly turning into a thin, purplish sunset during his travels. The wind grew chilly, rustling the leaves, whistling. He considered making a torch out of a stick and gauze, but abandoned the idea. It was too much work.

The topic of torch-making brought his mind back to the day previous, when he met Raal and Alice. He hadn’t seen Alice when he walked back into Ambrosia, and similarly hadn't before leaving. Hopefully, she was doing okay, especially with that damn rune-covered cloak on her back serving as a form of bargaining chip for Raal to use over her. He pondered how the situation could have changed if he had done anything more than sit there and tell jokes. Maybe if he had intervened more physically, she wouldn’t be a slave to some undead wizard dude who was way too narcissistic for his own good. Sure, he’d probably be dead instead, but that would keep at least one person from being taken advantage of by someone more powerful, right?

He sighed. It was out of his bony hands now. Her actions, whatever they were, were her decisions. He hoped she chose wisely; he didn't want to read about someone finding her dead body in the woods somewhere.

After a little while longer of walking, he eventually stumbled upon the Tangled Green gate. A large, leafy-green swirl of magical energy that stood almost as tall as the trees surrounding it. Pillars laid strewn around the portal, some crumbled, others intact, a select few standing erect and proud, and all casting long, unusually-shaped shadows from the added light provided by the massive portal. He stood a fair distance away, slightly farther than the sign on the dirt road he was on that was pointing his way. Despite that, though, he did not increase his pace. After all, if Undyne was already outside the gate, he had basically lost her anyway, so what was the point in trying to be fast about it?

It was then that he stopped. Three figures had just popped out of the portal and were looking around. As still as a statue, his glowing eyes piercing the darkness from just a few feet away from the sign, he stared at the trio. A purple-garbed goat, no taller than Papyrus, stood a few feet away from a short, pudgy, yellow drake. Both of them were carrying suitcases and bags of various colors and accessories on them. He squinted, their names popping up in his head after a short amount of time.

alphys… toriel?

Yes, those was their names. Alphys was obvious; he had talked to her many times in the past. Toriel was just a guess, though.

But that left one question: why were they here? Neither seemed like individuals to go out on their own. Someone made them go.

It was then his eyes were drawn to the small figure directly in front of both Toriel and Alphys. Striped shirt, brown hair, expressionless face…

His chest nearly exploded with pain, but he did not falter. He instead froze to the spot, staring right at the small human child. He could never forget that child. Its name was something he could always remember, no matter what; it was the one memory he always had, even during his worst moments.

Frisk… It’s you...

So he stood, silent, stunned, in the middle of that dirt road. He didn't know whether to plead, flee, speak, or fight. So he did what he did best: he waited.