the end is near. . .

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Frisk, Clover, and Aliza enters the final room.


Undyne: So. . . you've been busy , huh? Took you long enough to go.


Clover: Well, if it's a battle you want, then bring it!


Undyne: . . .


Undyne: Well. . .


Frisk: What's going on?


Undyne: I'll soon be a goddess with seven souls.


Undyne: But the royal judge will soon put the 6th soul in place.


Undyne: I suppose that HE is doing it now.


Clover: So. . . where's the fight, huh?


Undyne: If I fight now, your souls will be taken to the barrier.


Undyne: But to be honest, I don't think I can keep it up anymore.


Undyne: The truth is that I wasn't picked by majority.


Undyne: The royal judge made me so.


Undyne: Even if I take one of your souls, the humans would still win against us.


Undyne: I guess that's why Asgore was planning to get killed by the 8th human.


Undyne: I have no intention to kill you three. You can pass by.


Aliza: Really?


Undyne: Yes. Go before I change my mind.


Frisk: Why are you letting us go?


Undyne: The royal judge has intense hatred against you, Clover.


Clover: Me?


Undyne: He said that you're the one who killed half of the monsters.


Undyne: And he reflected that anger to your parents.


Frisk: Well, it's been a "fight". We better get going.


Undyne: Good luck.


Aliza: (Damn, we're lucky AF.)

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