Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-28819748-20160731174511/@comment-26814804-20160809001119

Iram trudged through Waterfall, not knowing much about what to do. He'd killed Undyne again, over and over, RESETing over and over again. This time, though, he didn't kill her, or even engage her in combat. He was brooding a bit, walking past a small lake, when-

"Hey... there... I noticed you were... there."

"Huh? Who the hell are you?"

A large, absolutely hideous union-like creature had risen from the lake, and was now accosting Iram, who held his pan at the ready.

"I'm Onionsan! Onionsan, y'hear?"

"Yeah, I hear you. What's the problem?"

"I'm glad to see people visiting Waterfall! It's a great place, it's my Big Favorite! My favorite place, yes. Is it yours?"

Iram was prepared to answer with a thrown pan and a dust bath, but Onionsan's question got him thinking. What was his favourate place? Was it his village, his house, his home?

No. Not only did he despise the very memory of those places, even that memory wasn't very strong.

And to be honest, he couldn't think of many other places.

Maybe the Final Corridor? He seemed toto spend a hell of a lot of his time there.

He chuckled at the very thought.

Huh. So he supposed...

"Yeah. I guess it's my favorite place too."