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...