Hatred From Another

Undyne's eye followed Frisk’s moving ankles. Her gaze shifted to the ravine below, her eye narrowing and her teeth clenching in a venomous glare as she threatened lowly, "Who do I need to go beat up?""No one," they murmured, looking back down and letting their shoulders drop lethargically, as if the tension in them had abruptly fled and left a heavy residue behind in its place. "No one you can reach, anyway."—Or: in which Undyne and (a teenage lesbian) Frisk have a conversation about homophobia on the Surface, comfort is given, and a proposition is made.