[color=007236]"So....it was YOU who enacted this devious plot to kidnap Frisk!"[/color] Sethlan accused his opponent dramatically. His opponent, a straw dummy he had propped up with a iron bar, said nothing and continued to stare blankly at him with his button eyes and crudely drawn frown. If he squinted a bit though, Sethlan could pretend it was sneering.

[color=007236]"No matter!"[/color] the scrawny pangolin said, his tale swishing around excitedly. [color=007236]"Your evil ways are no match for a hero as great as I am! Prepare to fall to my trusty swo-whoah!!!"[/color] he announced triumphantly, his last syllable interrupted as he drew his sword and nearly tipped over trying to maintain his grip on the giant blade. With a somewhat squeaky battle cry, he made a charge at the dummy, half-carried by the weight of the unbalanced sword, made a might swing, and missed his straw opponent by a mile. The sword flew out of his hands and embedded itself in a wooden wall already full of holes from his "training sessions" and he himself toppled head over heels into the dummy with enough force to knock it's head off and into the air. Skidding to a halt on the floor, he made a painful yet triumphant noise when the straw head landed squarely on his own head. Slightly dazed, he scrambled to his feet and held the straw head out and shook it a bit to simulate it talking. 

[color=007236][i]"Noooo, how can this be!"[/i][/color] he mumbled out the side of his mouth in a defeated tone. [color=007236][i]"Even my amazing skills in magic were no match for this incredibly heroic and dashing swordsman! I am now dead, blegh!"[/i][/color] Chucking the head aside, he ran to grab another straw dummy with a missing poster for Frisk taped over its face. [color=007236]"[i]Wow, Sethlan, you saved me! You're such an amazing and cool person, let's be best friends![/i] Oh it's no trouble Frisk, all in a days work for a great hero like me! After all, there's no one anyway as tough, manly, and awesome as the great Sethlan Ca-!"[/color]

[i]*ding*[/i]

[color=007236]"Ooh, the muffins are done!"[/color] Sethlan squeaked excitedly. Dropping the Frisk-dummy like a sack of potatoes, he darted to the kitchen and tossed on a pair of oven mitts over his heat-resistant gloves. The pleasing scent of baked ants and chocolate mixed with the usual odor of the forge in his house as he brought out his freshly baked muffins. Sethlan had started baking after moving above ground in close proximity to the new home of the spider clan, and he loved it almost as much as working on his anvil. It was like forging, only you could eat what you make afterwards! Well he supposed you could have eaten a sword if you really wanted to, but it probably wouldn't taste as good. Sethlan didn't eat swords regularly enough to know. 

Munching happily on one after it cooled down, he briefly considered baking another batch for Muffet's monthly spider bake sale before he felt a slight tremor. Startled, he poked his snout out of the window and saw a flock of bats in the distance, rapidly heading away from the forest where the old entrance of the Underground used to be. He was ready to ignore it when he saw a suspicious line of broken boulders, leading directly to the forest in question. Sethlen knew that only one particularly angry fish woman could be responsible for such a senseless slaughter of innocent granite, but what was she doing in the forest? Mulling the facts over in his head, the whole situation clicked into place upon looking at the discarded dummy with the Frisk poster attached to it. If Frisk was missing, then obviously Undyne was out looking for them! And after a tremor like that, surely she and whoever else she was with were in a dramatic fight to save Frisk from certain doom! [color=007236]"Sorry delicious muffin,"[/color] Sethlen said triumphantly, setting it back in the tin with a flourish. [color=007236]"I have some heroing to do!"[/color] With a heroic dash and an equally heroic stumble, he ran back to his workshop and tossed on his buster jacket and tool belt/rucksack and wrenched the sword out of the wall, sheathing it in the large scabbard hanging behind his back, and charged out the front door. Five seconds later, his door opened again, and Sethlen ran into the kitchen and dumped the tray of muffins into his belt before running back out and starting towards the woods for real.

Sneaking his way up through the trees, or at least sneaking as much as he reasonably could with the large sword across his back, Sethlen approached where he though Undyne would be with excitement welling up inside him. Images of himself heroically saving Frisk and being praised by Undyne, Asgore, and all of their friends for his heroism filled his head, and he couldn't help but smile as he went towards wherever he was going. Still munching on his half-eaten pastry, Sethlen began to hear voices ahead and paused to listen, hearing someone mention the name 'Papyrus'. Suddenly, there was a scream and a blinding red light that burned through the tree right next to his head, singing his snout and reducing the muffin in his hand to dust. With an equally audible scream, Sethlan's attempt at a heroic battle cry, he grabbed his sword with both hands and in a blind panic charged out of the woods right at the girl with the platinum blonde hair.

[color=007236]"ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-VARRRI!"[/color]