06-25-2017, 05:58 AM
Undyne's back was turned to the alleyway from which the stranger emerged, she saw not what Flowey did. Not that she cared. Only one thing mattered, and that was before her. As Flowey reared back his vine for another strong whip Undyne changed her strategy, a moment of clarity in the mad onslaught that came with her Undying form. She shifted her weight backwards, lifted her front foot and slammed it square into poor Flowey's face. He was flinched by the attack, and that moment was all that she needed.
Undyne's hands gripped the handle of her sword tighter. She ignored the numerous injuries that she had accumulated throughout the battle and the momentary pleading look that she saw in Flowey's battered face. She laughed insanely as her sword described a wide overhead arc and came down upon her flowery opponent, putting him out of his misery in an instant. With the creepy smile and look on his face frozen on his face, his body split in half through the middle and fell apart. No time to feel pain or to suffer unnecessarily. Gruesome as his end may be, it was quick and almost merciful.
As the sword vanished from between Undyne's hands, the fish-woman dropped to her knees before Flowey's remains, panting. Now the injuries and the exhaustion hit her like a wall. But she was still smiling, smiling with the same burning insanity in her eyes that she had shown in the last minutes of their fight. She had won. Flowey would no longer be a threat. With the reason for her fight being dead she soon reverted to her regular form, wearing her armor this time however. Slowly her thoughts cleared. She saw the two halves of Flowey, now looking like a plain golden flower, on the ground before her, and felt the numerous injuries on her body.
"Hah... I won...? Ughhh..." Her head hurt, and... her eyepatch was missing? She passed a hand over her left side but could only feel the skin around her blind left eye. On her hands and knees she crawled away from Flowey and snagged the eyepatch from the ground where she found it, only a few meters away. The destruction caused by their battle... she could remember most of it but then her mind had blanked out for a while. "What's happened to me... what have I done?"
She needed to get out of here. Recompose herself and patch these injuries up. Her SOUL was still holding together but she felt at her limit, a simple nudge would probably push her over. But what was the way out of here? That was when she remembered. The Communicator, the thing that Molly had put in for her... Recall, was it? Something to be teleported back to Ambrosia. She produced the miraculously undamaged phone from her pocket and unlocked it with a gesture. Recall, recall... eh? There were two messages on there. An unknown number telling her not to fight the flower? Well considering how she had given her number to only one person she rapidly figured out who it was and typed a message back - even in her sorry state she felt the need to respond to that. Why the hell would Sans use an unknown number anyway? She just messaged him back on the number that he'd given her when they had met.
Once that was taken care of she tapped the icon that Molly had added and a text popped up on the screen along with a countdown:
Undyne's hands gripped the handle of her sword tighter. She ignored the numerous injuries that she had accumulated throughout the battle and the momentary pleading look that she saw in Flowey's battered face. She laughed insanely as her sword described a wide overhead arc and came down upon her flowery opponent, putting him out of his misery in an instant. With the creepy smile and look on his face frozen on his face, his body split in half through the middle and fell apart. No time to feel pain or to suffer unnecessarily. Gruesome as his end may be, it was quick and almost merciful.
As the sword vanished from between Undyne's hands, the fish-woman dropped to her knees before Flowey's remains, panting. Now the injuries and the exhaustion hit her like a wall. But she was still smiling, smiling with the same burning insanity in her eyes that she had shown in the last minutes of their fight. She had won. Flowey would no longer be a threat. With the reason for her fight being dead she soon reverted to her regular form, wearing her armor this time however. Slowly her thoughts cleared. She saw the two halves of Flowey, now looking like a plain golden flower, on the ground before her, and felt the numerous injuries on her body.
"Hah... I won...? Ughhh..." Her head hurt, and... her eyepatch was missing? She passed a hand over her left side but could only feel the skin around her blind left eye. On her hands and knees she crawled away from Flowey and snagged the eyepatch from the ground where she found it, only a few meters away. The destruction caused by their battle... she could remember most of it but then her mind had blanked out for a while. "What's happened to me... what have I done?"
She needed to get out of here. Recompose herself and patch these injuries up. Her SOUL was still holding together but she felt at her limit, a simple nudge would probably push her over. But what was the way out of here? That was when she remembered. The Communicator, the thing that Molly had put in for her... Recall, was it? Something to be teleported back to Ambrosia. She produced the miraculously undamaged phone from her pocket and unlocked it with a gesture. Recall, recall... eh? There were two messages on there. An unknown number telling her not to fight the flower? Well considering how she had given her number to only one person she rapidly figured out who it was and typed a message back - even in her sorry state she felt the need to respond to that. Why the hell would Sans use an unknown number anyway? She just messaged him back on the number that he'd given her when they had met.
Once that was taken care of she tapped the icon that Molly had added and a text popped up on the screen along with a countdown:
"Recalling to POKUTE PALACE. Please do not move.
TIME LEFT UNTIL RECALL: 9m 54s"
"(Note to self: insert quote & picture once I find stuff)"
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