What happens when you put a lot of different #@$!4 from different universes into one archive where nothing can remain itself?

I wish I could say... I wish I could ask... However, apparently, surprisingly...

The Earth refuses to die.

The Earth refuses to lose its memory.

The Earth refuses... to be archived.

HP: 25111; AT: 99; DF: 98. What can one ask? What can one answer? Determination, or something else? Heh...

Trapped in the clutches of the archive, Undyne refuses to surrender. Refuses to lose any part of herself. She will preserve as much of herself as possible.

Perhaps it is no longer her hand, her hair, or her eye. But she refused to give up any part of herself. She lost everything, including her memory, except her body.

"Human... I refuse to die... I refuse to be like them... I will keep my body!... That's why!... You will lose...! Heh... ... ...You hear me, right, human?!... I will not lose to you... I WILL NOT LOSE TO YOU THE NEXT TIME WE MEET!!!..."

...perhaps she will never be the same again. Perhaps, as a puppet, she will turn against the puppeteer. But... This is MY Undyne... isn't it?

Many monsters have fallen victim to the largest and most greedy archive... Each monster has many different identical copies...

But Undyne... 1/3 are normal, 1/3 are dying...

And 1/3 are SHE - Undyne the Undying.