You were walking through the school hallways, before you hear boots clacking against the tile... Undyne. "What's up, punk." She growls, taking a step towards you. You knew Undyne- everybody did. You shared a table with her in your English class. Well- when she was actually there, anyway. She had a reputation for being that kid that would beat you if you so looked at her wrong... she looks to you, yellow eyes gleaming as she tries to intimidate you.