[Great. There's no depression nest in Undyne's room right now. It's more like a depression monster in the form of the worst night in her life, replaying over and over again.
So she can't just hole up there anymore. She's been reserved in ways that isn't typical of Undyne, and she offered to be around to protect Toriel and the kids and everyone else if it came down to that, but she doesn't feel equipped to back that up. Especially not when she has no god damn clue how to handle something like this.
The worst thing ever, huh? How many times she's relived it in her head makes hearing the news of her friends' deaths come to her with a numb buzz of the same feeling of failure that follows her to this day. It's old news. And things are better here, supposedly.
Except she still has a lot of questions about things she's been learning since she's been here. Other universes, other versions of herself, and what happened to them.
Especially when it comes to Alphys.
Just as her thoughts drift to the scientist, Undyne passes a cracked open door and catches a glimpse of the unmistakable pink cat ears twitching on a projected display, and there's only one possible person that could be watching Mew Mew Kissy Cutie right now, of all things.
A blush creeps over her face. She hasn't really talked to Alphys about the things she's been seeing since she's been here. That other timeline where she confessed. The photographs that show them, together.
She can't keep ignoring this and stewing in it. Something makes her feel like she really has to talk to Alphys right now. Undyne bursts through the doorway into the tea room, announcing her presence at the top of her lungs.]
ALPHYS!!! MY ROOM IS REMINDING ME YOU'RE DEAD AND I NEED EMOTIONAL SUPPORT!!!
i think we're doing the opposite of boycotting love rn
So she can't just hole up there anymore. She's been reserved in ways that isn't typical of Undyne, and she offered to be around to protect Toriel and the kids and everyone else if it came down to that, but she doesn't feel equipped to back that up. Especially not when she has no god damn clue how to handle something like this.
The worst thing ever, huh? How many times she's relived it in her head makes hearing the news of her friends' deaths come to her with a numb buzz of the same feeling of failure that follows her to this day. It's old news. And things are better here, supposedly.
Except she still has a lot of questions about things she's been learning since she's been here. Other universes, other versions of herself, and what happened to them.
Especially when it comes to Alphys.
Just as her thoughts drift to the scientist, Undyne passes a cracked open door and catches a glimpse of the unmistakable pink cat ears twitching on a projected display, and there's only one possible person that could be watching Mew Mew Kissy Cutie right now, of all things.
A blush creeps over her face. She hasn't really talked to Alphys about the things she's been seeing since she's been here. That other timeline where she confessed. The photographs that show them, together.
She can't keep ignoring this and stewing in it. Something makes her feel like she really has to talk to Alphys right now. Undyne bursts through the doorway into the tea room, announcing her presence at the top of her lungs.]
ALPHYS!!! MY ROOM IS REMINDING ME YOU'RE DEAD AND I NEED EMOTIONAL SUPPORT!!!
[Wait, shit.]
That wasn't supposed to come out like that!!