She hasn't had the nerve to. Not since the last time she cooked something was...
Well, it lost her her house, and it gave her a friend that turned out to be the scum of the earth. Papyrus has urged her to try to reinstate her cooking lessons with him, but she's gotten about as far as opening a packet of noodles, giving up on getting them out, tossing the package in room temperature water, and going to watch TV with Sans instead.
But, hell. There's a kitchen here. And it's got everything a monster could ever dream of.
Undyne takes one of the tomatoes she's dug out of the fridge and considers it for a moment, before crushing it in her fist, with a spurt of red juice scattering every which way. She grins a toothy, toothy grin.
She throws the tomato into a pot and starts stabbing it hastily with a wooden spoon. Soon enough, the other pot she has on the stove is boiling over, and it looks like disaster might strike soon.
Undyne being the disaster.]
MUSIC ROOM
[Undyne missed her piano more than a lot of other things.
There were some things she missed more. People, really. But her piano's loss left her with no outlet. She plays when she feels unsure, when she feels restless, when she feels weak. She's felt all of these things and more for a long time now, with no keys to press, no tune to hum, no song to sing.
So when she finds the music room, it's like letting out a breath she's been holding for months.
She admires the piano, at first, lifting the cover and running her fingers along the keys, letting the crescendo of notes that are produced pull her back into the feeling. She grips her hand into a fist and brings it down hard on the keys, letting out a dissonant tone.
Yeah, that sounds about right. This place probably never lets it go out of tune with magic or whatever, anyway.
So she finally sits at the bench, and she begins to play, simple notes, but making it easier to sing concurrently. Her voice isn't perfect, a little pitchy in places, and she tends to outright yell rather than hit high notes, but it's clearly coming from a place of honesty. It's not hard to listen to at all.
She doesn't even notice anyone wander in. She's left the door open, after all.]
TRUE LAB/TINY RICK EVENT
[Little Undyne has been little for a little too long.
She's starting to forget that she's ever been an adult. It's coming in lapses, now, but she's starting to feel more young than old, and her tearing through the halls of the spooky laboratory can be heard from rooms away. She pit-pat-pit-pats her little sneakers as she climbs onto one of the beds, and starts jumping energetically from mattress to mattress.
One bed she's jumped onto starts to shake as she's on it, more and more violently as she jumps. Finally, she falls back onto it.]
Whoa!
[Goop emerges from below the sheets, spilling out onto the tile, vibrating her whole body as she wriggles wildly.]
WHAT IS IT!! I'LL KILL YOU!! DON'T SCARE ME, IDIOT!!!
[Finally, the goop has subsided, now entirely on the ground, and it reforms into a very, very droopy, very tall shape, like some kind of long, featureless monster with one limb. It shambles at her, and she yelps, wrapping herself up in the sheets in panic.]
Wait, what the hell... I ain't scared of you, punk!!
[She growls at the Amalgamate, remembering herself for a moment, but it doesn't seem very impressed. She's very small.]
undyne ( undertale )
[Undyne hasn't cooked in a long, long time.
She hasn't had the nerve to. Not since the last time she cooked something was...
Well, it lost her her house, and it gave her a friend that turned out to be the scum of the earth. Papyrus has urged her to try to reinstate her cooking lessons with him, but she's gotten about as far as opening a packet of noodles, giving up on getting them out, tossing the package in room temperature water, and going to watch TV with Sans instead.
But, hell. There's a kitchen here. And it's got everything a monster could ever dream of.
Undyne takes one of the tomatoes she's dug out of the fridge and considers it for a moment, before crushing it in her fist, with a spurt of red juice scattering every which way. She grins a toothy, toothy grin.
She throws the tomato into a pot and starts stabbing it hastily with a wooden spoon. Soon enough, the other pot she has on the stove is boiling over, and it looks like disaster might strike soon.
Undyne being the disaster.]
MUSIC ROOM
[Undyne missed her piano more than a lot of other things.
There were some things she missed more. People, really. But her piano's loss left her with no outlet. She plays when she feels unsure, when she feels restless, when she feels weak. She's felt all of these things and more for a long time now, with no keys to press, no tune to hum, no song to sing.
So when she finds the music room, it's like letting out a breath she's been holding for months.
She admires the piano, at first, lifting the cover and running her fingers along the keys, letting the crescendo of notes that are produced pull her back into the feeling. She grips her hand into a fist and brings it down hard on the keys, letting out a dissonant tone.
Yeah, that sounds about right. This place probably never lets it go out of tune with magic or whatever, anyway.
So she finally sits at the bench, and she begins to play, simple notes, but making it easier to sing concurrently. Her voice isn't perfect, a little pitchy in places, and she tends to outright yell rather than hit high notes, but it's clearly coming from a place of honesty. It's not hard to listen to at all.
She doesn't even notice anyone wander in. She's left the door open, after all.]
TRUE LAB/TINY RICK EVENT
[Little Undyne has been little for a little too long.
She's starting to forget that she's ever been an adult. It's coming in lapses, now, but she's starting to feel more young than old, and her tearing through the halls of the spooky laboratory can be heard from rooms away. She pit-pat-pit-pats her little sneakers as she climbs onto one of the beds, and starts jumping energetically from mattress to mattress.
One bed she's jumped onto starts to shake as she's on it, more and more violently as she jumps. Finally, she falls back onto it.]
Whoa!
[Goop emerges from below the sheets, spilling out onto the tile, vibrating her whole body as she wriggles wildly.]
WHAT IS IT!! I'LL KILL YOU!! DON'T SCARE ME, IDIOT!!!
[Finally, the goop has subsided, now entirely on the ground, and it reforms into a very, very droopy, very tall shape, like some kind of long, featureless monster with one limb. It shambles at her, and she yelps, wrapping herself up in the sheets in panic.]
Wait, what the hell... I ain't scared of you, punk!!
[She growls at the Amalgamate, remembering herself for a moment, but it doesn't seem very impressed. She's very small.]