It was with great confusion that Frisk woke up. Her head hurt, only to be expected after passing out with no air. Looking around her, Frisk was surprised that she even woke up at all. The walls seemed to be some sort of stone, and assorted garbage lie all around her. In a number of close places there were things that she could have cut her head on, and the water was a familiar murky sludge. Was she still in the dump?
"Hello" She asked, quietly. Nobody came. There was no one around her. She wasn't anywhere.
"What are you doing" Called a voice from the back.
Looking carefully, Frisk saw a training dummy of the type that her godmother had. "who are you?" Frisk asked.
"I wouldn't know" They said. "No one names training Dummies, they just attack them"
"Do you know where this is?" Frisk asked.
"Your questions are making me angry" the dummy said, starting a fight. "It's kill or be killed here, and I don't want to let anyone that annoying go anyways" sending up a bunch of training dummies, they each tried to send a scribble of something at Frisk. She couldn't tell what, but something also seemed different about the light and surroundings during the fight. Something was different with Frisk's eyes, period. Looking to them, Frisk tried to dodge, movement automatic when she stopped worrying about everything else. She couldn't worry about this. Checking the dummy, she wondered what that creature was.
"I'm not some toy for you to play with, at any rate. I may not be required to participate in the thinning, but I can have fun toying with you" It said, shaking in excitement. Frisk had to struggle to dodge each of the scribbles, but then she got an idea.
With her size, Frisk wasn't a very good hand to hand fighter. However, no one could really last in Gotham without some kind of defense, not unless they could afford consistently good bodyguard. Frisk fell into the former category, as bodyguards would do her no good when her family were the ones to beat her pretty much to death. Frisk was great at dodging, and she had learned through trial and error how to swing what weight that she had around, mostly with some sort of blade or blunt force weapon to lever her force. Running back, Frisk managed to grab a pipe before getting sucked back into the fight.
"Didn't I just finish you off?" The dummy asked, confused. Frisk wasn't going to fall for it, however. Wielding the pipe with a grim determination, Frisk hit the dummy as hard as she could.
"You know that I'm a ghost inside a training dummy, Right?" The dummy asked, confused. "Everyone knows that!"
Frisk didn't give up she batted at the training dummies that came close enough, sending her barrage of attacks to hit the dummy. When it had absolutely no effect, Frisk tried a new strategy. Getting between the attacks and the Dummy, Frisk dodged and redirected to get an impact on it. That didn't really work. Going after the attacks instead, she got no better of a result. Her pipe….
Going after the dummy bullets, Frisk finally found something that worked. Right before they had a chance to send out attacks, Frisk hurled them into the training dummy.
"No way, I just got you at least five times in a row! Are you a training Dummy to? You are such an ugly model… You know what, forget it. I'm not going to be stuck in a fight that's going to last forever!" Making as if to end the fight, the dummy changed his mind. Wait, if I'm going to spare you, I might as well get something out of it!" he called, leaving suddenly. Frisk didn't go after him, just knowing that staying here was dangerous.
Looking around the room, Frisk saw something that caught her eye. Right a few feet away from her, she found a huge floating cooler. Frisk wondered what that was going to do, but she had another idea. Getting some dirt out of her bag, Frisk planted a seed from the watermelon in one of her pots, and she put that in the cooler. Unable to decide what made her do that, something distracted her from her puzzling actions.
"It looks like some spare EXP is just hiding here" The voice called, mocking. "Come out and fight, weakling" it said, and Frisk was drawn into another fight. This creature was tall and looked both pretty and like a fused abomination. Frisk didn't hesitate to swing at it, getting out the creature coldly. She hit the mark, but it wasn't dead yet. Frisk had to dodge a flurry of soap bubbles before she could hit again, and then she dodged a swarm of flies. Striking again, Frisk gained two EXP. She wasn't sure what that was, but it was frightening and made her feel stronger. Frisk wasn't about to leave her immediate surroundings anytime soon.
Looking back to the plant, Frisk was surprised to see a sprout had already started to form. Encouraged, Frisk decided to see how many watermelon sprouts to could put in the cooler. Thirteen turned out to be the number, but now Frisk faced another problem. What was she going to do with the sprouts? It would be stupid to just leave them there! On the other hand, there was nothing wrong with letting them stay while she looked around. Deciding that they would be fine, Frisk went to see what lay in the opposite direction.
There was more trash. Boring. Trash, trash, and more trash. There was absolutely nothing interesting about that pile of labels… unless you counted the car that was under them! Looking closer, Frisk's eyes hadn't been deceived. She had always wondered what had happened to that one Batmobile that had crashed in the river that lead nowhere, and now she knew. Looking closer at the scraps and garbage, there were quite magazines that Frisk had tossed down there when she was ordered to clean up Ivy's yard. This was everything she needed to make a grow bed, and to disguise it additionally. Those both seemed to be good things to have when she decided to plant the seedlings.
Going a bit further, Frisk was disappointed and bored in equal parts. The cave abruptly ended a few feet away from the potential grow bed, not giving Frisk anything to really work with. Punching the wall in frustration, Frisk got a new discovery. That was most certainly not hard rock! It was just shored up sand and clay. Backing up, Frisk looked at it with a critical eye. The wall could be dug out easily enough, but there weren't any lighting mechanisms… but just as the thought that, the lights switched out. Now Frisk was alone in the dark. She could at least get some sleep to, making the grow bed into her bed.
Waking up with the lights, Frisk looked at the wall again. It was just as movable as it had been last time. Poking it again, it could stand to be a lot more condensed. The sand was gritty, but the clay kept it moist and to soggy to fall out of place. The sand was an odd color to, a black color that contrasted the red clay. Frisk made up her mind. She was at least going to build a ledge into this wall that she could sleep in.
It was a long prosses. First, Frisk had to find a bucket from the dump. She was going to use that in order to clean out level whole in the wall. Once she had the bucket, one of her pockets made a filter. Substrate in there either sank through the filter to rest in the bucket or it stayed in the pocket. Frisk managed to dig out almost the full amount that would fit in the bucket, and then she needed to shape her indent more. Eventually, she managed to get an aria big enough to lay down in, if it hadn't been so iffy. Frisk kept tossing the sand that she caught in the filter out to rest in the dump, and she kept getting more clay. When the lights went out again, Frisk was satisfied that her indent was deep enough and not about to collapse on her.
She had to rethink that the next day. The ceiling had half collapsed, and a pile of muck was sitting on top on her. Looking around the dump, Frisk returned to the car. She knew that the seats could pop out of Batmobiles. When she managed to get one of them out, she was disgusted by the rotted stuffing on the seats. Dragging the stuffing out of them, Frisk managed to get the skeletons of those chairs. Dragging them over to her indent, Frisk managed to brace the ceiling with them, but once again Frisk didn't have any way to make it stick. Getting out her phone, Frisk decided to take a risk, calling Ivy.
"Hello" Ivy asked, sitting still from her chair. She was so frustrated by how the machines weren't working that she decided to answer a random call instead of continuing to stair at the screen.
"Hi, Ivy" Frisk chirped, smirking. She wondered what was happening on Ivy's end.
Ivy didn't disappoint, even though Frisk couldn't see it. Dropping the phone, she felt her actions harass her. What had she done? Frisk was still alive, and she was out of sight- except for the phone. Ivy didn't remember whether that phone had a camera or not, but she wasn't going to put the idea in Frisk's head. Reaching back to pick up her phone, she shakily replied. "Hello, Frisk" she said, voice trembling.
"What's wrong, godmother?" Frisk asked, poking fun at her attacker from a safe distance. "Not used to hearing the voices of your victims?"
"No. Normally I do a better job getting rid of the evidence" Ivy admitted, shaken.
Frisk just smirked. "I figured that you could. Do you have any idea what it's like down here in nowhere?" she asked.
"Nowhere?" Ivy asked, playing into Frisk's idea.
"That's where this river leads. Everything here was thrown out, and nothing is really fine. Do you want me to keep calling and leaving you messages of what it's like to starve to death? I'm more that willing to haunt you with anything, including the truth. Face facts, Ivy. You tried to get rid of me. You no longer have the ability to finish the job. I'm down here, and you can't go and get me" Frisk said, pointing accusations. "Do you want to know how that feels?"
"No" Ivy said, starting to hyperventilate.
"Do you want me to haunt you with my screams, forever accusing you of what you did, of the people you tried so hard to save a few years back and of the way you spat on their loss with what you did to me? I can do that, it wouldn't be hard with what little you left me" she said, spitting the words like the poison that Ivy had inserted into her veins.
"No, please don't. No" Ivy whispered, pale at the thought. She could destroy the phone. She could toss a bomb into the river. She could rejoin her goddaughter, paying penance for their fates.
Frisk waited a moment, trying to gauge how regretful Ivy was. Deciding that she could be bartered with but would need further motivation to continue to supply her, Frisk chose to add delirium to what was happening to her. "Down here things are awful. Everything is used to getting beaten on and now is stuck in that fight forever" she exaggerated her fight with the dummy. "We're surrounded by memories of things we no longer get to have" if trash counted. "We never get to dry of the tears of our confinement" especially not when sewage kept splashing on her. "We're starving. Nothing manages to do anything here. Only leftovers and cruel pranks are left for us"
"Who" Ivy asked, both pale and angry. "Who is it down there with you"
"The monsters, the memories, and the dust of dead victims" Frisk recited. She had only seen the first, but she knew that the others were down here to.
"Why are you telling me this? Do you want me to suffer there with you?" Ivy asked, yelling as anger overtook her fear, not that she was any less terrified at the start.
"I'm not that petty. I'm not you" Frisk said. "But I'd greatly appreciate a tarp so that I could stop the ceiling of this cavern from dripping on me. All my batteries are starting to get low, and I'd need to have some wires to hack into what electricity is available. In return? I'm calling you right now, aren't I? If I wasn't starving and getting rained on, I could turn on my equipment and hack into anything that I could before on the surface. It doesn't matter how many layers of rock and traps are between us. I could still send pictures of what you've done across the internet" She said, in an angry tone. She was tired of letting everyone beat on her, even if she always got back up again afterwards.
"You help me from four to six tomorrow, and I'll sent down some supplies" Ivy bargained, almost as if nothing had happened.
"Wrong" Frisk said, venting. "You gave me a chance to stuff my pockets and then drowned me with it! If anything, send me the stuff so that I don't expose what sort of creature you are"
This time, the panic sunk in. "Fine" Ivy said, huffing in an attempt to hide her fear. "I'll toss down some astronaut food and a tarp. You had better be online at the designated time, or else that's the last supply crate that you're ever getting"
"Sure, Ivy. I'll know when you pay it up" Frisk said. Wandering over to the waterfall, she wondered when her supplies would arrive. Anything that fell down here was going to go into these caverns, and the exit was not actually close in any manner. A few cracks let stuff escape, but that was the whole extent of it. The current kept everything gross and unlikable, but it stopped anything from getting stagnant. The water was always murky, and Frisk didn't know what else was at the base of the cavern. When the food came a few minutes later, Frisk managed to grab it and was grateful. Wrapped in the tarp, she had rations to survive a few days and the tools needed to make a connecter from the ceiling light.
Working on a time limit, Frisk got everything ready for her scheduled hacking. The tarp was stretched over the seat covers, and Frisk braced them in the ceiling of her little hideaway in order to prevent future collapses. The substrate piled on the base was taken down to the filter. Once there was a relatively flat ground, Frisk slathered some clay on the ground, letting the flat surface get cemented on. Once that had time to dry, Frisk poured the sand on, letting the pooling water wick away. It wasn't perfect, but this was as close to a dry surface as Frisk could get here.
Setting up her computers and processors, Frisk set to making a charger. Looking at the ceiling light, Frisk poked at it. She didn't recognize the bulb, but it was apparently made to be hard to steal. Frisk still was up to the challenge, managing to find the actual wire. Creating a parallel system, Frisk was thankful for the low ceiling on this cavern. Running the wire into her indent, Frisk attached it to the computer's power block. Running the appropriate lines through her equipment, Frisk found the charging sign with relief. Opening the appropriate browsers, Frisk got out the phone again.
"What's the target?" she asked, texting.
"Building on the same block as last time" Ivy started, abbreviating the rants about justice over the phone. This was unchanged.