The Other Face of the Coin, Chapter 3: I Emit Word Vomit and Actual Vomit

The Other Face of the Coin


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I wasn’t sure what I expected the inside of a cop’s house to be.

Orderly, perhaps? Expensive, because of all their government funding? Heavily armed?

Undyne’s house was only two of the three. She sure had weapons, but not guns; instead, there were various electric-blue spears decorating her walls, shimmering in the low light.

Being the epitome of intelligence I am, I said, “Cool spears.”

I would’ve regretted it if she hadn’t grinned so wide, glowing in…was that a blacklight? “Thanks! I’ve collected many over the years. There were more, but they’re broken.” She closed the door behind us and turned on an actual light.

“How’d they break?” Dammit, Susie, dumb question. She obviously used them. The spears looked like they were made of glass, though, or something fancy like that. Definitely not strong enough to last the beating that Undyne would deliver.

But instead of chiding me for asking such an idiotic question, Undyne chewed her lip in confusion. “That’s weird. I don’t remember…” Before I could ask how she doesn’t remember breaking not one, but multiple spears, she flashed me a grin. “Why don’t you have a seat on the couch? I’ll make you some tea.”

I was too dizzy to argue. I flung myself at her couch, originally planning on sitting, but ended up laying down, and it was too comfy to get up.

As I heard Undyne in the kitchen down the hall, I also heard my phone buzz in my back pocket. I switched it on.


“Where the fuck are you? Heard you got arrested. Again.”

“I didn’t fucking get arrested,” I typed back feverishly, knowing good and well my typing skills weren’t up to par but deciding not to give a shit anyway. “I’m just staying at a cop’s house.”

The response came immediately. Was Kris worried? The string of questionmarks seemed rather worried.

“Officer Undyne stopped me from literally murdering Jockington at QC’s. She then brought me to her house. She’s making me tea.”

“Since when has a cop made you tea? Are you bullshitting?” Kris wasn’t normally this fast to respond.

“Undyne’s being nice. Guess she had a rough past too and thought it’d be better to hang out with me than throw me in the drunk tank. She’s probably right.”

“Good to know some cops have senses.”

I was going to respond, my thumbs already hovering over the keys, but Undyne came back in, carrying two mugs and a plate of snacks that my eyes couldn’t focus on.

“Gotta go. She’s back.”

And I shoved the phone in my back pocket.

Undyne quirked an eyebrow. “Talkin’ shit?”

“Nah. It’s just Kris.”


I nodded.

Her eyes glinted as she sat beside me, forcing me to be in an upright position, which made my stomach lurch. “Heard you two’ve been notorious for the last couple years.” She handed me a slightly-chipped mug. “Had a feeling you’d like this one.”

I was more of a black coffee girl than a tea one, but I took a careful sip, singing my tongue. “Golden Flower?” I asked.

“I save it for special occasions.”

“Am I a special occasion?”

She shrugged with one shoulder. “Sort of. Your body sure is having quite the party that it’ll need to recover from, and Golden Flower’s got just the stuff to heal you up.”

It was helping the pounding in my head, so I nodded my thanks.

“I’m sorry if…y’know, handcuffing you and throwing you in the back of my car was a bit aggressive,” Undyne added. “Felt like I should remove you from the situation, y’know?”

“I know.”

“But hey, you really beat the shit outta Jockington. Sometime, we should be sparring buddies.”

“Sparring buddies?”

“I got loads of spare spears. And you’ve got pain with passion. That’s something we can definitely work with! Make you quite the fierce warrior. For fun, of course!”

“For fun.” I stared into my mug of tea, remembering the days of the Dark World, the world I hadn’t seen since Kris left in the fall.

“I mean, what better way to get out all that anger and aggression to the unfairness of the world? It’s what I did.”

“I’d like that,” I decided out loud before I could stop myself.


I turned to see that she was beaming, her jagged teeth in the widest grin I had seen her have. “That’s great! Sometime when you’re more uh…sober, though. Took me a long time to fix the walls the last time I…”


Undyne took a sip of tea. “I don’t really remember that, either. Must’ve been too drunk.” She gave me a wink.

“You sure have amnesia regarding the most interesting aspects of your life,” I noted.

“They probably weren’t that memorable. After all, there’s never a dull moment with me!” Undyne grinned wider and pumped her fist in the air before relaxing into the couch. “But enough about me. I hate talking over guests. Why don’t you…tell me about what happened?”

It took me a minute to get started talking. I was still slurred, even more so than earlier, but once the words started, they couldn’t stop falling out. I hoped to any gods listening that I made sense, especially underneath Undyne’s intimidating, golden-yellow gaze. I told her about Noelle, her affair with Jockington, her pregnancy, and how Jockington taunted me until I snapped.

Something about Undyne listening, her chin propped on her hand, elbow on the couch, ever-so-close to me, made me feel at ease. Maybe it was the tea, or maybe I still had liquid luck from the Jack. Either way, I rambled about foster care, skipping school because no one would take me, eating chalk because I didn’t have anything to eat until it became a nervous tick.

And she listened.

She didn’t do the thing people normally do when they know you’ve had a shitty life and go, “Oh, you poor thing,” and then try to one-up you with their shitty circumstances. She listened. Her eyes, at first, seemed glazed over, but when she sniffed, I realized she was tearing up a bit.

When I was done word vomiting, I paused for a second, because her mouth was open as though she was about to say something, but then my stomach clenched.

Not word vomit. Actual vomit.

She grabbed a trash can and threw it in my face, holding my messy hair out of the way.

Just like I did with Noelle.

Just like Jockington teased me about.

I gripped the can angrily, spitting out the last chunks before catching my breath. “Sorry,” I said, my voice sounding strained and far away.

“It’s okay. Why don’t you lay down?”

I didn’t argue and kinda threw myself backwards, Undyne scooting to the edge of the couch a bit.

“Thank you for…telling me all of that. I’ve always wondered about you.” She flashed me a grin. “I was a girl with a bad reputation, too.”

“Now you’re a cop. That’s hardly bad.”

“Eh.” She shrugged. “Depends on your narrative. I’m here to fight the good fight, hence why I’m taking care of you. But to be honest…mostly, I’m just bored. Nothing happens here. Tackling you was the most excitement I had since I got my position.”

“Is that why you wanna spar? Job’s boring?”

“Partially, but…I feel like there’s another reason that I can’t remember.” She took a mournful sip of tea. “It’s weird, like…I’ve experienced all these things that I can’t quite put my finger on. Or my spear on.” She grinned.

I was about to ask her more about her spears, but her phone rang.

“What do you want?” she asked without looking at the caller ID.

A pause.

“Isn’t that the fire department’s job?”

More pausing. Some nodding.

“Fine.” And she hung up. “I gotta head out for a bit. Someone’s cat got stuck in a tree. Or someone is a cat who is stuck in a tree. I don’t know why they’re sending a fish monster after a cat in a tree, but here we are.” She shrugged.

“Isn’t that the fire department’s job?”

She threw her hands in the air. “THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING!”

I struggled to sit up. “Well, if you’re leaving, I should get out of your hair.”


I jumped a bit. “No?”

“DON’T GET UP. STAY. Uh.” She laughed nervously, much higher-pitched than her usual laugh. “I mean…in your condition, you should just…rest, okay? The hill I live on is dangerous enough sober.”

“I’m sure I can handle it.” Right when I finished my sentence, I leaned over the trash can again and emptied my stomach.

“Sure, sure.” Her laughter grew louder. She patted my leg. “Seriously, though, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to recover. I have, uh…spaghetti. In the fridge.”

I crinkled an eyebrow. Spaghetti didn’t sound pleasant to throw up.

“Or whatever. If you see it, you can eat it. Don’t think I have any chalk, though…” She thought for a moment. “Oh, I should leave you my number, in case you need anything.”

I got my phone out of my back pocket, ready to put her in as “Weirdly Nice Cop Lady.” “Wait…can’t I just dial 911?”

She snorted. “No, dumbass. You’ll just get our operator.” Then she told me her number.

I shot her a text to make sure she had mine, and her phone dinged. “Awesome. I’ll be back in a bit, okay?”

I weakly waved her goodbye, then promptly passed out.

Her couch was just too damn soft.

And honestly? So was she.


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