Undyne has been pacing around a hell of a lot today. She’s just agitated. It just won’t leave her mind, lately, how much more she ought to be doing to get the people here free. But then, some people don’t want to leave, and what if she can’t do it selectively? If saving this place means destroying it, is it worth the thousands of connections she’s going to have to break? Is it worth losing friends she’s made here?
She doesn’t really like it, thinking about these things, figuring out a hundred ways things could be wrong with what she’s trying to do. (Allegedly trying to do. She doesn’t even know how to go about it.) And anyway, what else can she do? Is she just supposed to live here like it’s fine, just be okay with leaving everyone at home behind for as long as their captors deem appropriate? The sky could fall before she’s complacent with their bullshit.
It’s these thoughts that distract her from looking where she’s going. Being as tall as she is, her brisk walk is overtaking most people on the street. It’s only a matter of time before she crashes into someone.
And then, spurred by her own agitated state, she performs the very natural reaction to bumping into someone: She keeps them from falling, by locking her hands around their waist,
and attempts to suplex them.
@devianstability :)
