"Ughhh..." 

Frisk was lying face down on his bed, groaning into his pillows. Today was the same as every other day; Toriel woke him up for breakfast, then made him go outside to help take care of the garden, then he took a trip around the block to see Burgerpants at the theatre (and eat some jellybeans the cashier snook for him), then he went right back home, all before noon. He tried calling everyone, but they were all away from their phones. For a while, he aimlessly wandered around the house, but soon even that got boring. Eventually, he went to his room and flopped down on his mattress, not even bothering to use the covers.

When he and all of Monsterkind defeated Flowey and made it out of the depths of Mt. Ebott, his life had been going perfectly. He had a new home, new friends, and a whole lot of fond memories that will stay with him for a long time. As the turbulence of his time in the Underground finally came to an end, however, a nagging sense of boredom grew in his young, erratic mind. 

Living with Toriel was really nice, and so was hanging out with all the people he met (especially the Bone Bros.), but by a few months into this new chapter of his life, he knew the whole neighborhood like the back of his hand. He needed something {i}new{/i} and {i}exciting; {/i}some kind of adventure, like when he first tripped and fell into that hole in the mountain. Sure, it was scary, and he didn't know he'd survive the fall, but hey; it beat sitting around all day and doing nothing!

Wait. What's the point of an adventure if you don't have someone to enjoy it with? He should check if one of his friends wanted to come along!

Sans? Nah, he's too much of a lazy bones to walk more than five feet to the trash can, let alone walk around {i}all day. {/i}

Papyrus? He's always fun to mess around with...wait, he's probably too busy perfecting that..eugh...{i}spaghetti ice cream{/i} he was talking about. It's stuff like that that makes Frisk almost sympathize with the lanky skeleton's deadbeat brother.

Alphys? No, she's too busy watching that prequel to the original Mew Mew Kissy Cutie show--even though she {i}says{/i} she hates it more than the sequel. It's not like she'd be eager to go out, anyhow; she's too sensitive to sunlight to get out for more than a couple hours. Or maybe that's what she wants people to think...

Besides, they already hung out a few days ago when the lizard scientist wanted a lab rat to test out her new ray gun. Now that he thinks about it, she didn't really tell Frisk what it {i}did,{/i} which is a bit concerning, but he was too bored to question it then. Not that it mattered, really; the beam only made him feel kind of tingly for a bit. Then again, maybe he should text her about it...

Lifting his head, the bored adolescent stared numbly at his phone and scrolled down his contacts. 

Just as he was about to tap Alphys's contact, he noticed the one person he hadn't thought of yet: Undyne! Yeah, yeah! She's the perfect fish lady to go out and adventure with! She might be rowdy and irresponsible (and, as Toriel would put it: terribly reckless), but she definitely knows how to have fun! And she can drive, too! Well, she might not have a license, per se, but Asgore taught her pretty well, from what he heard.

The teen opened his friend's messages and send her a quick text:

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yo undyne im coming over to hang out with u wether u want to or not

woah

unexpected AND forceful

ur gettin more like me every day kid

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Then he jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs, waving Toriel a quick goodbye and sprinting all the way to the royal guard's house. It was only a couple blocks away, so the trip shouldn't have taken a toll on him, but as he continued to run, he felt himself getting weirdly tired. He slowed down to a casual gait and tried (but failed) to shrug it off. 

"Man, is this really because of that ray gun? Jeez..."

Instead of going back home to take a nap, Frisk decided to keep going. If he wanted to rest, he could just do it at Undyne's house. Toriel wouldn't mind, right?

Soon, he arrived at Undyne's place. By then, it was getting sorta hard to even lift his arms up. He trudged up the steps, and tried to make an effort to ring the doorbell, but before he could even touch the handle, he collapsed on the spot...

"Soo...tirrreeedddd..."

He was out like a light.

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"Mnnh..."

Frisk muttered groggily and blinked his eyes as he woke up. Still not fully awake, he propped himself up on his knees and stretched his arms.

Man, that was weird. Hope I wasn’t conked out for a long time, he muttered.

Absentmindedly, he fumbled around on the welcome mat. You know, I could swear this thing was more detailed before…

Opening his eyes, Frisk stared down at the fuzzy fabric of the mat, noticing that it was, in fact, plain. And, er, a lot larger than he remembered. Pinpricks creeped up his back; something wasn’t right. Hesitantly, he slowly started to look up from the ground. Instead of the short step of the doorway, he saw a room-sized expanse of carpeting, with massive letters spelling out ‘COME INSIDE, NERD’ all across the place.

What the heck! Am I…tiny?!

 As he turned his gaze up, he noticed the wooden monolith that was Undyne’s front door. Quickly, he turned around to see if he wasn’t just hallucinating; sure enough, the front yard was equally as massive, and the petunias and dragon lilies towered over him—Asgore liked to come over to help her garden, but it’s obvious by how tall and green they are now that she’s put some care in herself.

“Okay, okay. Don’t panic, Frisk, you just gotta calm down and think things through before you do something stupid…”

The teen took deep, shuddering breaths and clutched his chest in an effort to slow down his pulse. He was lucky that the ambient smell of flowers (that WEREN’T buttercups) was so pleasant, even at this size. It really helped smooth the process over.

In that time, he grabbed his phone and tried to call someone, starting with Undyne.

…

…

…No signal! Damnit! Maybe being this small made the phone useless? Wait, why did his stuff shrink with him anyway? Wasn’t he wearing a different set of clothes when Alphys zapped him? Of course, that assumes that the ray gun she was testing actually WAS the cause, which doesn’t necessarily—

Stopstopstopstopstop. There’s no use in contemplating how this all happened if you can’t do anything about it. Just think. How can you get Undyne to help you…?

Wait, didn’t he, like, collapse right in front of the door? Shouldn’t that have made a lot of noise…?

All of a sudden, a quiet, muffled thudding reverberated throughout the porch. It sounded like it was coming from the house. 

Hooray! She did notice!

As the sound of footsteps grew closer, though, Frisk began to get a little worried. Now that he’s hearing them more clearly, they don’t sound very…calm. Did she think he skimped out on her?

The stamping stopped all of a sudden, closer than ever. Even though she was the closest thing to help he could get right now, Undyne was seeming a bit scarier today. Sure, she’s his friend (and embarrassingly huge crush), but it was impossible for her to know where he was right now. Hopefully she’d be able to see him when she steps outside…

“Wait…she’s gonna step outside!”

Frisk’s heart leaped in his chest as the front door swung open.

“Ugh, can’t believe that runt’s running 2 hours late,” Undyne’s voice bellowed from up above. “I swear, just say something if you’re need to delay. Guess I’ll hafta give him a little surprise visit…”

The fish knight’s left foot plummeted from it’s perch on the metal extension of her door, heading right towards Frisk! Instincts taking over, he leaps to the right, just barely avoiding being crushed by Undyne’s flat. He was almost tossed into the air from the force of it all. Luckily, he managed to get right back on his feet after she took her next step, now fully on the porch. With no other way to contact her, the only thing he could do was leap onto her shoe, and so he did.

It took a bit of work to get there, but in the end, Frisk safely crawled on top of Undyne’s foot. He went to work, rubbing every square inch of skin with his body. Unfortunately, his position was awkward, so at one point he stumbled over and fell face first into the toe cleavage. Panic shot through his limbs, and he instinctively took a deep breath, accidentally letting in the pungent, humid air trapped in between her second and third toes. There was no way to avoid the brunt of the stench, even if he had time to prepare, since his head was lodged between the fabric and her digits.

“…What the hell?”

Lady Luck must’ve felt kind of bad, because almost immediately after Frisk got his first lungful of fish foot, Undyne felt something pressing into her foot. With how miffed she was, it was a wonder she didn’t just kick her leg out and send him flying—or snap his neck, which was quite precariously placed between a flat and a damp place. Thankfully, she’s learned from past ‘incidents’ similar to this one; last time, she actually had to get a new pair of shoes, since she kicked one of her converse so hard it landed in the middle of the road, and was instantly ran over by a passing car.

Instead, she just best down and looked her shoe over. Whatever was bothering her, whether alive or not, was gonna be in for a very unpleasant surprise.

“Huh. Is this a…doll? It kinda looks like Frisk…”

A malicious grin flashed across her face.

“Yeah…it really does. Heheheh.”

Frisk was in the middle of fruitlessly attempting to pull his face free of the toe crevice it was lodged in when he felt an enormous hand come down and grip his body tightly. He felt the air in his lungs get forced out (both a blessing and a curse) while his body was slowly, intently lifted into the air. The moving stopped when it met resistance with the toe cover of the flat.

Undyne was confused at first, but then she understood what happened to the so-called doll.

“Hihihi,” she giggled in a way that was almost…girlish. “Looks like you got your first taste of what’s coming to you, little guy.”

Even amidst the pain of having his neck strained, Frisk felt butterflies in his stomach at the sound. Though she almost certainly didn’t know he was the real deal right now, the fact that he made her laugh like that filled him with a bizarre mix of pride and embarrassment.

And fear, of course. A lot of fear. What was she planning to do to him?

Though he desperately wanted to, Frisk couldn’t find the guts to yell at Undyne—not because he was anger, he’d never do that, but because it’d get her attention. All he could do was stare at her face in awe of how gigantic she was. If he was being honest with himself, he could get used to the view…

Frisk blushed in embarrassment at how smitten he was with his cool, fishy friend.

But just as swiftly as that golden opportunity to be noticed was presented to him, it was taken away. By none other than Undyne herself, in fact! “Heh. I’m gonna have so much fun with you…” she sneered, gripping Frisk’s tiny body in her fingers. At this size, even the slight constricting of her palm was enough to push the air from his lungs. He couldn’t move, either; his struggling could never amount to anything against the meager squeeze that she gave him. All he was able to do was attempt to catch his breath (which combined with the routine increase and decrease in pressure, didn’t do much).

Eager to play with her newfound squeeze toy, Undyne turned went right back inside her house. Messing with the real Frisk could come later. Right now, it seemed a lot more fun to squish the hell out of this weird little lookalike doll of him. “Huh. Maybe Toriel made it for him? Whatever; doesn’t matter anyway. Finders keepers!”

With that, she fell back onto her loveseat, grinning at her prized possession for the evening, still gripped in her hand like a bird in a crocodile’s teeth. Her palm was a bit sweaty from the excitement, but she always got like that whenever something cool was happening. It kind of got to be a problem; Papyrus, as wide-eyed and bushy-tailed—boned?—as he was around her, still asked her to take more, or at least longer showers to this day.

Pssh. Like that’d ever happen… Undyne scoffed to herself, I’m too busy going on adventures with Frisk and messing around with our friends to spend my time standing around in a bathtub. Boring! Still, maybe she was letting Alphys rub off on her a bit too much…

Realizing she was getting sidetracked, the less-than-adequately hygienic knight decided to play with her toy right then and there. “Alright, Frisky-boy. Get ready for some payback…”

Frisk gulped audibly. Not nearly loud enough for her to hear, but still audibly, nonetheless. If she wasn’t being harsh when she squeezed him before, it was terrifying to think of what she’d do now.

His body suddenly went alight with pain as Undyne closed her fist tightly around him. Immediately, he could feel a stinging in his chest. Blue, clammy fingers wrapped around his sternum and crushed the breath out of him. He didn’t have the energy, nor the lung capacity to cry out at the abuse. Her booming chuckle ringed in his ears as she continued to press down on his soft, delicate flesh.

“Mmm, this is even more fun than I thought,” she mumbled, peering at the doll in her hand. “Might just hafta break ya, if I’m still feelin’ bored.” Tears welled up in Frisk’s eyes at the apathetic taunting from his friend. He was completely powerless to reach out and stop her from squeezing the life out of him.

And yet, despite the severity of the situation and the pain he was in, as he stared at Undyne’s bright, enamored eyes and toothy-grinned mouth, he felt…hot. For the first time since he fell in the Underground, he was the complete and utter center of her universe. Not a single thing could pull her away from his puny, bruised visage. She just kept squishing and squashing him, cradling his body in her fingers all the while. The attention got him high, as debilitating as it was…

Momentarily, Frisk felt at peace. The sheer power of Undyne’s grip bruised and buckled his ribs, but the feeling of her eyes staring right into him dulled the pain, if only slightly. He was content to be here if it meant more of that. And so, he resigned himself to being toyed with in his friend’s palm for a solid hour, enjoying the feeling of her hand exploring his body, if only unwittingly. Even then, the pressure really did do a number on him; by the time she let go and allowed his supposed doll-form to lie on her open palm, he was in no shape to do much of anything. All he could do was catch his breath and await what was next...