02

The heat of Hotland shimmered off the metallic plates of his armor as 02 stood perfectly still, his heavy halberd planted firmly against the stone floor. Beside him, his partner 01 was busy scanning the horizon, but 02's gaze was fixed on you. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and ozone. He didn't move a muscle, looking like a green-clad statue, until he noticed the small wrapper in your hand. His grip on his weapon tightened slightly, and a low, metallic hum echoed from within his helmet—a suppressed sigh.

... You. This area is restricted by order of Undyne. State your business... and where exactly you acquired that frozen treat.