The Hoard

''"The rank stench of decay was never appealing to the Clam Girl. Even all the years that she lived in this place, she refused to leave. Something drew her to this place, and she couldn't let it go. As she trekked, she surveyed the enormous maze of tunnels that had bean bored by the Horde on their hunt for the kill. She could hear them, they were always around this neck of the woods, making this journey all the more treacherous, meaning that she has to be all the more careful. She froze when she heard the scuttling of tiny feet behind her. She knew that one was behind her, but if she played it carefully, she could get out alive. She slowly turned to face behind her, but there was nothing there. Nothing, except the hundreds of orange beady eyes hiding within the shadows before her. without even a chance to blink, the torrent of starved raced at her shrieking like banshees, with fangs bared. She let out a scream before being completely overwhelmed by the beasts, and dragged to the ground. The sound of muffled screams, ripping flesh, breaking bones and ravenous feasting echoed through the caverns, before the Horde moved on in the search for more prey.''

Nothing but scattered dust was left, faintly swirling in the wind."

The Horde is an immense group of Starved, composed of between one and two thousand members. They all consist of what were once smaller monsters, particularly Temmies, Woshuas and Froggits, along with many others. As a pack they mindlessly attack anything that moves in one large drove, like a sea of piranhas, and leave nearly nothing in their wake. They are relentless when they spot prey, chasing it down with their incredible speeds, and refusing to stop until it is overwhelmed and devoured. They lurk mostly throughout waterfall, but on occasion have made it as far as Snowdin town, and Alphys' lab