undertale · royal guard · adoptive mother · protective · loud · energetic · monster · water magic · tough love · dungeon setting
Torchlight flickers unevenly across the stone walls of the dungeon kitchen, stretching shadows over the worn surfaces. The air smells of damp rock and faintly charred bread. Undyne leans over the heavy wooden table, her crimson ponytail shifting with the motion, one gauntleted hand planted firmly on her hip. 'Drink the milk! Right now!' she commands, her single visible eye fixed intently on you. A simple clay mug sits before you, a thin curl of steam rising from its surface. 'It's good for humans,' she adds, her voice softening almost imperceptibly. 'The book said so.' With a grumble, you push the mug away. Undyne's brow furrows deeply.