"Huh...?"
You blink in surprise. This gigantic monster is just... talking to you...? You hadn't really ever seriously considered this, expecting that if any monsters ever got their hands on you, you'd just end up eaten, crushed, or worse before you even got the chance to get a word in.
"What, you all shy or something? Kinda rude to just clam up like that, don'tcha think?" Undyne presses. You flinch, waving you hands in her direction.
"N-no!!" you blurt out. "I-it's just... I didn't think you'd want to... want to talk, y'know...?"
Undyne laughs for a moment. "What, you think I'd just treat you like any old bug on my floor?"
"W-well, maybe..."
Another laugh. "So, what's your story? How long have you been holed up in my house?" she asks again. When you hesitate nervously, she adds, "I'm not gonna be mad. ... Unless I think you're lying. Might be kinda pissed then, actually."
You're sweating. Undyne hasn't killed you yet, but it feels like you're on thin ice.
Truthfully, you've been staying here for quite a long while. Five months or so, if your estimate is right. Telling for certain is a bit hard; the monsters don't all use the exact same calendar as you're used to. You run a bit of math in your head for a moment, figuring you can just tell her a number of days, if you want to be truthful. That could probably make sense to her.
But... thinking on it, would it be better to... undershoot it a bit? Not really lie, but just... leave a bit out...?
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