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Undyne gasped as her head hit the cold, stone ground. She winced as she reached her finger up to inspect it, only to find blood. The prison door slammed shut. She closed her eyes.

'Damn it! Now they're gonna go after Frisk....' She thought with a feeling of dread hanging over her. She looked around.

The cell was dark and cold. There were small fragments of dust floating around. The stone brick floor was uncomfortable. She slowly sat up.

Everything she had worked for, all thrown into bits. Everything she had, all crumpled to dust. Because of Frisk. And yet, why didn't she feel... Anger?

Shouldn't she be furious at Frisk for putting everything she's worked for at the dump?

How come she isn't?

'Because I know. I know that kid'll save us. I'm sure she will.' Undyne thought in her head.

She wrapped her arms around her knees and cried.

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Frisk gasped and ran to the door. The glowing spear was on the floor, abandoned and forgotten.

Frisk slowly picked it up, the heat enveloping her hands. She flinched, but kept the spear anyways.

*You obtained Undyne's Spear.

(That sounds awesome 0-0 'Undyne's Spear' )

She looked around the house before shutting the door. She ran away from the house, despite her shoulder and leg pleading for her to stop.

She squinted her eyes in focus.

There were footprints on the ground, but they were fading. The steps were slowly leading towards Hotland.

*Knowing that you might have a better chance at saving Undyne, you are filled with DETERMINATION.

She continued running as fast as lightning, the temprature rising with each step she took.

But she didn't slow down. She didn't look behind. She didn't stop to catch her breath.

She was determined to save Undyne.

And with determination alone, it guves her enough power to keep moving forward.

(Yay filler chapters.)