#undyneiing

[speechless-in-violet]

Me: Do you have a sexual pun for literally everything in Undertale?

Cyb: Yes, actually!

@undyneiing what the hell.

[mettamania]

"EXCUSE YOU. I HEARD THAT."

He grins.

*Good.

*Because it’s nothing but the truth.

[welcom-to-da-tem-blog]

undyneiing replied to your post

EXCUSE YOU, THE PATH ISN’T LIT, WHY WOULD YOU GO DOWN AN UNLIT PATH

[* i’m sorry were you saying something fish lady? i couldn’t hear you over how lit up this path is]

[mettamania]

undyneiing replied to your post: “I will pay you 50G if you step on my face”:

"Only 50g? Mettaton, respect yourself."

*If you’re complaining so much, then how about you take their place? I’ll triple the price, just for you.

[mettamania]

"...Mettaton, why are you letting the masked monster touch your legs?"

*Because they want to admire them..! Why wouldn’t I let them? Everyone should appreciate such fine limbs. 

[demonhuntsmaster]

@undyneiing​

Well, he was... Sort of awake, anyway. Early morning and all that. 8AM was early, right? Aye, aye it was. His eyes felt heavy and dry. Mouth stinking of morning breath and tobacco. Mohawk pretty fluffy and out of order. To be fair, Curtis had just looked as if he had been dragged through a hedge maze’s quickest route: Straight through. But no matter. He was awake now, and outside.

Cup of coffee aught to fix him up. He was already sat outside a cafe. Neon sign was off, given how it wasn’t dark enough to justify it’s usage right now. A few other people around. Some demons not related to the crime families of the Center’s underbelly.

As Curtis looked over his tablet, sipping a black coffee, he couldn’t help but think something was, well, different. Well, what was different? There was not anything obvious at first glance. Just an air of difference surrounding him. That, and Harbinger radiating at his hip, whispering ever so softly.

He was going to write it off as nothing. Just him being tired. But then he saw a very, very interesting face. Well, not only face. Just about, well, everything! Yellow eyes, blue skin, fins! Fiery red hair tied up in a ponytail... It certainly did not look like any demon he had ever seen! Demons, they usually took on human appearances. But this lass, she looked like some sort of siren, minus the tail.

Blinking, Curtis took another sip of coffee, and placed his tablet down, before calling over to the stranger.

“Gotta say, I don’t think I’ve seen you ‘round here.” He explained. “I would certainly remember a face like yours, after all.”