#underfellundyne

Welp, considering the Prompt of the day anything but Undyne would have been harassy :P

But to keep it somewhat Creeptober-fitting I finally dug out my Fell!Dy out again. Poor thing didn't have much of my attention for way to long :3

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Underfell Undyne sculpt made in zBrush 2020

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His brother couldn't be alive; it can't be true. The last time he saw Sans was on the couch turning to dust and disappearing. Seeing his only brother lay there motionless inside the machine seemed to be a trick, a hologram that seemed to have made him believe his older sibling is still alive. Approaching with caution - and despite the fact that his humerus bones being broken, using magic to keep them from breaking apart - Papyrus broke open the hatch and ran his bony fingers through the small skeleton. He appeared to be intact, and yet, it still didn't make sense for the Royal Guard. Blobs of tears forming on the corners of his eye sockets, the slender monster hugged his sibling and cried. One thing was certain at this point: How in the world is Sans alive?

*****

Pitch black filled the entire room, and there seemed to be no one around. The small skeleton didn't know where he was, but at the same time, it seemed awfully familiar. Dilapidated floors, walls, and machines were in his surrounding. The last time he had been here was the time when Gaster and himself were working with Papyrus's hidden magic. It was finally kicking in, and knew where he was: He was in the True Laboratory, where he used to work. There were two labs in this area: the one on the surface, where everyone believes to be an ordinary lab, due to the fact that there were papers, needles, flasks, and vials sitting about; but of course, this was just the tip of the iceberg. Then there is this atmosphere, the True Laboratory. There were monsters here that were, and are, test subjects to Gaster's devious plans. But why the Doctor continued to have them here even though they're no longer required is beyond anyone. Perhaps maybe it's because he believes there is more to them than what they have, and he knows them? Probably, but it cannot be ruled out entirely. Some of the patients appear to be in a comatose once you look at their sleeping faces on those metal beds. Most of them had tubes stuck to their arms, legs, chests, and the like. Sans had tried to approach the monsters he used to inspect when he was working with his father, but as he reached them, they were nothing but ghosts, a figment of his imagination. Maybe his past had come back to haunt him down, and he didn't want to be there again; screams of pain and agony are still planted within the walls of the True Laboratory, and it was quite foreboding in itself.

Footsteps were closing in, and there was no place to hide. The small skeleton couldn't do anything but stand there like an idiot who's completely lost in a daze. The monster that had shown up was none other than The King of Dread Asgore. His eyes fixated on the little guy that is Sans, in which his gaze is on the opposing tower himself, he smiled dreadfully and really wide much like The Joker himself. His teeth were really yellow and somewhat chipped. Once inspected closer, there were in fact some teeth that had cracks on them. What the hell did Asgore do on his spare time? Perhaps he liked them that way, and believes that cracked teeth make him look rather menacing (as if he already wasn't menacing and intimidating enough). The silence broken by the abysmal voice coming from the tall monster, he spoke to Sans, “Well, well, well. If it isn't my fucked up little sentry guard Sans. It seems Undyne's newfound powers have been rather effective. Welcome, little one, to my humble abode.” The True Laboratory was also a second home to the King as well; guess it has seen better days, thought the small one. “And now,” he continued, “you're going to help us achieve our grand plan. If you do not do as we say, I'll end your pathetic life and keep your true death from your little brother!” His faith in His King had been shaken to the core, what else should he do? Thinking that Undyne had killed him earlier – now that he's standing in front of his employer – little choices were in his hands. Either he becomes a pancake and dinner to Asgore, or he should obediently follow his “grand plan.” The King of Dread, using his magic, summoned a goblet. The cup itself was rather inviting, and the tubby monster felt all of his energy fade away as the goblet levitated towards him. The contents of the object in front of him was glowing inside; the more he looked at it, the more his sanity was slipping, as well as his control of his own body. Sans had not know he was holding the goblet in his bare hands. His pupils had dilated and became pale in colour as he drunk the liquid that was going inside his system. The metal cup falling to the ground, and clinking as it landed, the lazy monster had no more control of himself. The big fellow laughed out loud as he had finally achieved in making his own sentry guard lose everything he had. “Now, I want you to get inside this robot and destroy your little brother! You know where he is, and you know what to do with him!”

******

Laughter was heard echoing within the stone walls of the labratory, and it was coming from the fish monster herself. Clinks of metal were approaching quickly and Undyne had bellowed, “All thanks to Alphys for giving me new powers! You KNEW that we were going to use your big brother and I can't believe you were fucking stupid enough to not even know he was inside the machine this whole time! The new powers Alphys had given me were powers of teleportation; I know, it doesn't make sense, believe me. However, due to extensive research and enough determination, Alphys has given me new abilites to toy with. You oughta thank her for not truly killing off your fucked up brother.” Black magic consuming Papyrus once again, and his protection for his sibling increasing the fires of said magic, the tall skeleton had created two bone swords that were in each hand. Twirling his new weapons about, the edginess of each sword intrigued the scarred monster himself. His opposing enemy, the fish, had a long katana on her left hand and the other hand on the bottom handle of the weapon. She was surrounded in a different aura herself, and it was coloured midnight purple. Circling each other to complement their own movements, the skeleton and the fish begun launching themselves at each other and attacked with all their might. In the middle of their fight, they had already exhausted themselves, Papyrus being affected the most. Blood, sweat and tears were written on both of their faces. The fish monster had been limping, as she was struck on her legs. Getting up too fast, the skeleton monster nearly fainted and supported himself from falling down. A new monster had appeared in front of Papyrus, and was blocking his way. The monster appeared to be wearing brown work boots, as well as black Adidas shorts with white stripes on the sides, and a red tank top. It too seemed to be equipped with a sword, and it wasn't a black magic that the scarred monster had with his own. No, this one had red flames etched into the blade, and seemed to be giving away some eternal flame feel to it. It also made some crackling sounds that was audible enough. Angered, Papyrus yelled to the stranger, “What the fuck are you doing?! This is not your fight! Get the fuck out of-”

The stranger had interrupted his speech and had bellowed to him, “Retreat immediately, and don't forget to bring your own brother with you!” The Fearsome Papyrus had observed the stranger further, and had found out that he too was a skeleton. It gave him some shock, and asked him, “Who the hell are you? And why are you a skeleton? Sans and I are the only ones who are skeletons here!” The new guy pissed off, he replied quickly, “I SAID GET OUT OF HERE IMMEDIATELY, AND I WILL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!” The slender skeleton had obeyed his command, only because he was promised that he would be told everything, and reached for his big brother who is still stuck inside the mechanical gorilla. After removing his brother from the machine, Papyrus asked once again, “I need to know who you are first!” Time had passed by, and the new skeleton monster finally answered his question. “My name is Red Skull Gorilla; call me Red for short.” Red smirked, and opted the other skeleton to exit. “Now, Undyne, it's time to commence our fight!”

The weapons clash with each other, and electricity sparks between the weapons and the entire room whites out.