The fish monster blinked with surprised as a chill was sent up the small scales on the back of her neck as the splinters and keys of the instrument were slowed to a gradual stop. This Aura, it wasn’t something she was familiar with per say, but how it felt, it felt like something of some significance; it kind of reminded her of her own Green Magic but also at the same time was very different.

Undyne whirled around on the spot and swiftly landed on her feet at the ready. Next thing she knew she was faced the familiar yet mysterious monster from earlier, only this time they looked different – no longer a mere apparition. Instinctively she wiped her cheek with the back of her wrist before a toothy scowl shaped her features, “And people said I was impatient.” she muttered to herself as she recounted the promise she made to track them down and yet not even half a day later, here they were.

She then raised her voice and spoke more clearly, “You know, you have a knack for having really crap timing.” Undyne remarked, not all too impressed with the shroud of vagueness they insisted with, “What do you want?”

Oh also

Theme/epic beats that were stolen from gamechops found on youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXKSkdHVUzs

Little did Undyne know, there was something lurking that tracked her from afar. Keeping enough of a distance so as to not be intrusive, but close enough to recognize when Undyne began to move to a different location. Whatever or whoever it was, clearly had enough smarts to not directly intervene with the Captain’s underwater outburst.

Regardless, it was as if the entity lurking knew where Undyne would of course eventually end up, as they moved on ahead; and swiftly hid themselves awaiting Undyne’s arrival to the banquet hall where the party began earlier in the evening.

Soon enough; Undyne arrived at the unfortunate mess, just as predicted. She cleared out some of it, but she couldn’t exactly do it all on her own… Well, she could just not efficiently. It wasn’t her goal to clean the place anyway, not really. She was aiming to find something important; the piano— thankfully it remained mostly intact. Then, she began to play. It was always this song when she made the decision to come here after that ordeal every other timeline. Not many would see or hear this, and fewer still would manage to appreciate how emotionally strong yet delicate Undyne was being as she played the piece on this almost ruined piano. The one watching could hardly blame her; the piece was beautiful and honestly the only one that could show what she was feeling. The only way anyone listening could understand.

Though, as far as Undyne knew, nobody was listening.

Oh how wrong she was. When her anguish and pained internal conflict caused her to damage the very instrument that mere moments ago helped; moments after her vicious outburst— everything fell silent. Pieces of the piano indeed flew in all directions, but eventually they seemed to slow down until reaching a dead stop in mid air. A slight sheen of pale cyan swirled around each and every piece; from notable chunks to the thinnest of splinters…

It was as if time itself reversed for the piano; as the sound of the crunch and impact also inverted, the damage that Undyne caused, was undone... But who could have possibly..?

”Well then.” From a good few meters away behind the piano; among the rubble stood an armored individual; the same one that appeared to the group at the Core and subsequently slithered away, only to taunt via some other means. Rather than using elusive tricks of magic to exist just beyond the perception and reach of others, they were there plain as day. ”Fancy meeting you here, hmm?” Their tone was odd to say the least, equal parts genuine concern and haughty condescension; yet all together vague. The Sans sort of vague, to be specific, arguably the worst most mind-boggling kind of vague.

Alias(es): None
Gender: Male-ish
Age:   Twenty-something
Species: Random completely white thing that looks like a human BUT IS NOT ONE.
Height: Smol
Magic/Power: Work in progress.
Soul Trait:   Perseverance.
Occupation(s): Huge fan of Mettaton.
Residence: Snowdin.
Speech Color: White, but grey if he wants to murder you.
Description: Completely white, with black eyes and lips, often wearing a completely white tuxedo, and also a white top hat with the letter "A" on it.
About: Easily annoyed, but incredibly intelligent. Has a lot of potential, but refuses to use it. Also has low physical strength outside of battle.

Miscellaneous: Nope.
Brief Biography: Born in Waterfall, Alias grew up without any connection to the outside world, due to there being terrible reception. When his parents got dunked on by drowning in a waterfall, Alias ran away to Snowdin and got started in the show business, becoming somewhat of a celebrity. He dreams of acting with Mettaton, his one and only idol. Alias isn't very well known outside of Snowdin, therefore he is saving up to go to Hotland and meet Mettaton, as well as expand his show.