#if i had a nickel for every time i used Undyne having sleep problems for a fic i would have 2 nickels

[a-snow-decahedron]

Green Couch

Undertober2021: smells like bones

Summary: Undyne tried to sleep well, emphasis on "tried".

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Undyne was not the most responsible with fire.

Well, that was an understatement. She had managed to burn her house after a cooking lesson with Papyrus, and not for the first time. After the skeleton apologized repeatedly, he offered her to sleep in his house in Snowdin. She nodded along.

Surely nothing could go wrong.

She rested her head on one of her arms, shifting constantly, trying to find a comfortable position. The green couch at the skeleton's brother's house looked old and worn with years. Its green hue was dull, probably a less vibrant shade than its good days, while the cushions felt flat, barely serving as a comfortable surface.

She checked the time: 10:34

She groaned, she had to get up in 8 hours.

A door upstairs opened.

"Good night, bro." Sans slippers were heard as he walked to his room and shut the door.

It seems like everyone was finally going to bed. She tried to relax. As she was about to lose conciousness a gleeful exclamation came from the left door upstairs.

"Oh ho! This must be the perfect strategy! I must write it down and try it out tomorrow! This puzzle will surely impress everyone."

A sudden thud was heard, and the sound of summoned bullets. Undyne sat quickly, ready to intervene.

"Curses! I guess the moving spikes will not be implemented. Away it goes!"

With the possible crisis averted, Undyne laid on the couch again, pressing her face against the armrest. She felt the smell of bones emanating from the old furniture. She turned around, once again making an attempt to get rest.

The loud sound of a potato chips bag woke her up again. Light was coming from the kitchen. Papyrus's brother was leaning against the fridge, pouring copious amounts of ketchup into the bag.

"Dude how the hell are you eating that?"

"Not my fault your taste isn't as refined."

"You don't have a tongue!"

"Nope, wanna taste for me?"

"Never!"

The skeleton took a spoon from a counter, and put it in the bag.

Undyne closed her eyes in disgust. She would not see any other second of it.

She opened her eyes again. Sans was gone.

The kitchen light was on.

Undyne walked to the switch, and as she walked back, she checked the time.

11:21

Two other snacks and one internet troll message later she chekced the time again.

12:42

1:27

3:15

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The next time she burnt her house, she stayed at the Inn.