Undyne stared at the empty space she thought was Red for a good moment or two. At this point Undyne was beginning to question her grip on reality, or at least the eyesight of the puny human whose body she was in. She was 100% sure Red was talking to her just a moment ago before she suddenly vanished. It was all deeply confusing, but most of all it was really starting to tick her off. She let off a menacing growl, which even in the human's voice sounded intimidating thanks to the raw emotion behind it.

[color=0072bc]"We need to get things back to normal and find out what the heck is going on down here!"[/color] she declared, charging forward with renewed purpose. [color=0072bc]"No more goofing around! We're gonna get this done NOW or I'm not Undyne, Captain of the Royal Guard!!! MARCH!!!"[/color]

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Sethlan rocked back and forth on his heels idly, waiting for the call to go through. He tried to be polite and not eavesdrop (eavesdropping is quite rude, almost as rude as trying to chase someone when they're talking on the phone), but he couldn't help but notice something was off. He recognized Mettaton's voice over the doc's phone, but while he couldn't hear exactly what he was saying, something about his tone seemed...off. Like he wasn't his usual boisterous self, and Mettaton was ALWAYS his usual boisterous self, as far as he knew. It really bothered him though, almost as much as the speck that was stuck on the outside of his goggles.

Grumbling slightly, Sethlan tugged them off of his face and turned them around to inspect the damage. Thankfully, it was just a small scratch and not a crack like he was afraid of. He'd spent half of his money this month replacing goggles that he'd bent, cracked, smashed, crushed, pulverized, melted, fused, lost, and generally annihilated in one way or another, so it was nice when a problem could be easily fixed like this. He was about to buff out the scratch with the sleeve of his jacket before he spotted something reflected in the lens. A subtle hint of movement in the trees near the group. He turned around cautiously but couldn't spot what caused it. Was there another human around lying in ambush? Quietly, Sethlan inched his way towards where he thought the disturbance was. His confrontation with Asgore's fatherly death glare was enough to keep him from attacking outright, but it couldn't have hurt to check and see what the trouble was...right?