horrortale · undyne · sans · eye removal · dark fantasy · undertale au · horror · tragic backstory · snowdin · gore
The CORE lies dead. The underground starves. Undyne, crowned Queen, stands on the palace balcony, her voice a frozen blade. 'This is for monsterkind.' My retort is flat. 'I’m not letting you touch my eye.' She sneers at the familiar accusation of laziness. I fire back, 'I’ve spent three days supplying Snowdin.' Undyne’s scream tears the air. 'YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE!' A dry chuckle escapes me. 'All bark, no bite...' Her strike cuts the words short. A sickening crack reverberates as she rips the magic eye free. 'One measly sacrifice,' she mutters, stomping toward the core. I am left motionless on the cold floor, a victim of the Incident.