Chapter 26: Dare to be Dere
When things cleared up, Flowey and Baphomet were in another cave. But it didn't look like anywhere in the underground of Mt. Ebott. It was kind of like the glowing swamp of Waterfall, except it was a much brighter pale green with white and gray stone walls. A wide river flowered between two banks and faint glowing forms like hearts were drifting in the air.
"This is the place souls go after death?" Flowey asked. It didn't seem that inviting.
"It's just the entrance," Baphomet said. "We can't warp in any further. There's a ferry that takes the souls further in. You're looking for Chara, aren't you?"
"Yeah, so she'd be further in because it's been a few years," Flowey said.
"There is something I should warn you of," Baphomet said. "I'm only here because the ferry isn't. They don't take kindly to my kind here; they won't like you either because of your high LOVE. The one running the ferry, Charon, probably won't accept you on board. And if you do manage to get further in, there will be angels."
"What's so bad about angels?" Flowey asked. They were the ultimate goody-two-shoes who dressed in white and liked to sing.
"They're powerful and unreasonable," Baphomet said. "Take care; I'll be hiding around here for when you want to leave this place." They then melted away into a shadow and disappeared into the wall.
Except, he was outside of the barrier and he could now go anywhere in the world he wanted. That was something to consider. But first, Chara. If the ferry person here wouldn't take him further in, then the solution was easy enough. He burrowed into the ground and followed the river. His roots could sense the water, and so it was no trouble.
Since he didn't know this area as well, he had to poke up out of the wall every so often to see where he was. There were points where the river filled the tunnel wall to wall. Eventually, it did lead to another cavern. This one was even stranger as one side he couldn't even see into. It wasn't anything he could describe, just nothing. He couldn't even burrow over there, but he did see one soul enter that area.
There was one being in the area he could see: it looked like a ragged cloak with black wings and a fiery glow within its chest. There was something odd about it as he burrowed closer, a feeling like he was coming close to the sun in a painful way. But it was here and he needed to know things. He popped up by it. "Howdy!" he said, trying to be cute.
He was immediately jerked out of the ground and hurled into the water. He sputtered and splashed his roots although he couldn't drown like a normal creature. But wasn't this getting his Chara doll wet? Angry about that, he got it in his roots and tried to put it above the water. It was already wet, but hopefully it wouldn't be ruined.
As quickly as he had been dunked, he was yanked back out and left to hang in the air. "What are you doing here? You're disturbing the souls of the dead."
"What do you think you're dong just snatching a person and hurling them in the water?!" Flowey challenged. "You are way rude."
"You're an evil creature with no sign of remorse in your broken soul," it said. "Beings like you are to be given no mercy."
"I have no soul," he said with a snarl.
"You do," it said. "I have no eyes; I only see souls. I see yours."
"What are you?" he demanded to know.
"An angel of death," it said.
It could probably kill him instantly, if the massive power of light was any indication. But it hadn't, so there was a chance. "Well you soaked my doll! I only came looking to talk to a soul of a human girl named Chara Dreemur. Can you call her out to make up for messing up my doll?"
"You are worried about that doll?" the angel said as if was trivial. "And Chara Dreemur? She was healed by the Earth Mother a few years back and became newborn again. She spent so long in the world after her death that she was taken directly to Her. There's no way to speak with her now."
"What, are you kidding me?!" Flowey snapped, shaking with anger. "This is not fair."
"I'll fix the doll," the angel said, making it glow. And it not only dried the doll out, it improved it to look less like a raggy doll made of threads and more like a very tiny human. "Now, there is something that you can tell me. You should be dead, seems like your death was a century ago. What are you doing alive?"
Flowey didn't like the idea of cooperating with this jerk angel. But on the other hand, he saw an opportunity to get someone else in trouble. "I didn't choose to become an itty-bitty flower; who would? One of the other monsters, a nerdy girl named Dr. Alphys, found the flower that my soul had gotten absorbed into and pumped it full of determination extracted from human souls. That let me come back to life."
"Was she the one who gave you a chronograph?"
"No, I got that from the demon Baphomet, and it's broken anyhow," Flowey said.
"Chronographs are terrible artifacts that should be eliminated," the angel said. "And you have disturbed the souls of the dead long enough. Be gone."
He was immediately burned with intense light, a magical attack that filled his awareness so completely that there was no escape. So this was how he was going to die, obliterated by an angel. It was just right, there really was no getting back to Chara… even thinking that, there was a powerful desire to keep living and not die. But he couldn't turn time backwards…
Time went backwards anyhow and he found himself back in the entrance area of the river of the dead with Baphomet hanging out nearby. "Well that went poorly, as expected," Baphomet said.
"Then why the hell did you bring me here?!" Flowey demanded.
"I don't think you would've believed me if I told you straight," hey said. "Besides, it was funnier this way."
"You're horrible," he said, checking on his doll. Surprisingly, it was in the more realistic form that the angel had given her. No, more so, she had exactly the same kind of sweet smile and friendly eyes that he remembered her having (when she wasn't joking around and pretending to be creepy).
"I don't expect you to thank me for bringing you back," they said. "But you want to find Chara? You'll have to go for even riskier methods to do so."
"I thought if I could steal one of the other chronographs, I could go back to that time," Flowey said.
"And get beyond the limitations presented by physicality? That's a possibility. But there's more certainty if you were to use time rifts to reach other possible timelines."
He looked up at them, surprised by that idea. "Really, do that?"
Baphomet nodded. "Time rifts are scars of time, fragments of histories that were erased when time manipulators like us turn time backwards. Sometimes they even link to times that never took place but could have. You can find a timeline in there where Chara did not die during your plot to destroy the barrier and wage war on humanity."
"That could work," Flowery said.
"Then let's go to that part of Waterfall," they said, then plucked them back up and warped them back to the underground of Mount Ebott. "Here you go."
"Hey, quit doing that!" Flowey shouted.
Baphomet smirked at him, then faded back into shadows.
Well, now he was here, with strange tears stretching through the air. One of these could lead him back to Chara. But, which one?
"I've marked the lab's map with where the relay tower should be set up," Alphys told him. "If you use your illumination spell, you shouldn't have a problem avoiding obstacles. Just make sure it's at full charge when you return."
"Got it," Frisk said. It was just the two of them right now. Sans had gone back home last night to do more translations on his journals, while Undyne had left with Asgore some time ago. With all the work that went into planning this network and making the hardware, it was getting late in the day. But they felt they could accomplish this task while there was sunlight outside.
He took the ferry to Waterfall, reviewing his route for the takeoff point and relay tower spot to Old Lookout. The cloaked person was lighthearted this time, singing a song about a monster called a Temmie. Or maybe about a monster named Temmie, it was hard to tell just from the bit Frisk heard. Once at the ferry stop, he had to head towards the main residential area to find a path back to the glowing swamp, then take that path back around to reach the upper areas where the relay tower would go. It was a long way around. But since he didn't have a tagalong, there were enough wide open tunnels to use Fleetfoot to make things much faster and shorter.
At least, he thought he didn't have a tagalong. The sound of jets proved him wrong. Frisk got to where the relay tower should be in the glowing swamp and she had managed to keep up. So he turned and looked where she was flying across the swamp. "Is that you from yesterday?" he asked.
"H-huh, you noticed?!" she asked. Even though she was an airplane, she blushed at that before getting angry. "We-well of course I did! Don't try to hide it from me, weirdo, I know you're a human! So I'm gonna keep a close eye on you to make sure you're not trouble, yeah!"
"I won't be," he said, though he figured it wasn't that likely to work. But he might as well be friendly. "Who are you?"
"Hmph, how rude can you be?' she countered. "Don't go asking for a lady's name before you've given your own!"
His image of a lady didn't include airplanes, but that didn't matter. "Sorry. I'm Frisk. And what's your name?"
"Tomoe," she answered. "And just what are you doing out here?"
"Setting up a relay tower for Dr. Alphys," he said, bringing out his tablet to call his supplies out of storage. "Sorry, but I can't chat while I put this together."
"Hmph." She circled around the swamp, sometimes hovering in place like normal airplanes couldn't do. The whole while, she did keep an eye on him. But she wasn't a bother, so he ignored her.
Using estimates from the lab, he set up the receiver dish to where the signal from Old Viewpoint should come. He could tweak that for maximum clarity when he returned. When it came to setting up the dish aimed at the lab, he used his tablet to tap into the network and make sure there was a good steady signal that way. He did get interrupted by something in the reeds making an odd sound, something like 'uwawawa.'
Frisk glanced up from his work. "Is someone else around?"
"Hoi!" something yelled, then hurled itself out of the reeds and onto the wooden walkway. This monster was odd in a different way than the Tsunderplane, being a mammalian not quite a dog but not quite a cat with a human-like face and hair. "I'm Temmie!"
"Oh, hello Temmie," Frisk said; it twitched in response. "What kind of monster are you?"
"Temmie is Temmie!" it replied. Her? The voice at least seemed feminine. "And youse humannnnnn..."
"Hey, what're you doing around here?" Tomoe demanded, having flown over angrily.
Temmie was shaking even more, strangely to the point where its face seemed to be slipping off. "Are you okay Temmie?" Frisk asked.
"Get away from him, he's," Tomoe stammered a bit, then rallied back with, "he's dangerous, go away already!"
However, Temmie kept her eyes on him and squeaked like a pet's toy. "Oooo, such a... CUTE!" She then tackled him and knocked him onto the walkway.
At least it didn't kill him, but his back still hurt. "Ow, hey watch it," Frisk said. Temmie giggled in response.
"Hey, get off him you hussy!" Tomoe demanded, doing a quick flyby of the Temmie.
"Can't believe Temmie got to see real live human!" she said, ignoring the Tsunderplane. "Can has pets?"
Frisk wasn't quite sure what she meant, but neither thing he could think of seemed good. "No, thank you. I'm trying to do some work here."
"Yeah, so quit your dumb act and go home!"
At least Temmie hopped off him, hovering in the air. "Noooo, want to watch cute human do cute things!"
"Buzz off, he's not cute, he's," she caught herself from saying something, then redirected her words, "I'm the cute one here! It's even in my kind's name, see? Tsunderplane. There's dere in it and that means cute. So I'm cute."
Airplanes didn't figure into Frisk's sense of cute either, but given that that name also had 'tsun' in it, he figured it was best not to argue with her too much. Since the Temmie Temmie was off him, he picked himself back up and went back to securing the dish. Though he had to readjust and recheck it since he'd been knocked over while holding a part of it.
"Dere is cute?" Temmie asked.
"Yes, of course it is!" Tomoe said. "Now scat not-cat! I'm the only watchmonster needed around here to make sure he's not causing trouble."
"Ooo, dere cute," Temmie said. Then she managed to begin dancing around in mid-air. "Dere dere dere dere dere dere dere dere dere dere dere dere dere dere!"
"Quit that, that's just being crazy!" The two of them kept arguing while he finished the installation of the relay tower. Along with that, he placed a sign explaining what it was and that it belonged to the Hotland laboratory.
"Well that's done," he said, getting their attention as he stood back up again.
"Oh, then, you come to Temmie Village?' Temmie asked. "Great place, yah, must see!"
"Not right now, I have more work to do," he said.
"Ahhwaawaawaa," she said sadly, tilting her cat-like ears down.
"I can visit later, when I've made sure this works well," Frisk said. Alphys needed time to review his work and he did need to speak to the monsters about not going to war. Although, he felt that the Temmies, if they were anything like this one, would be more than happy to go along with that already.
"What, are you seriously going to visit a town full of these airheads psychos?" Tomoe asked as the Temmie whirled around in excitement. "Or do you like that rough play of being knocked down? You sicko."
"No, and I have no idea what gave you that idea," he said, bringing out the jetpack. "I'll just have to be careful when I do visit. Anyhow, time to fly."
"Whoa, humans can fly?" Temmie asked.
"No, I've just got a jetpack to fly for me," Frisk said, checking it over before putting it on.
"Well if you're trying to impress me, you're in no such luck," Tomoe said in an insistent way. "Those aren't even your jets, mine are way better."
"You do fly well to have followed me earlier," he said.
"Eek, you are a freaking sicko, don't say that!" Although she was growling (somehow), she was again blushing.
"Are you stalking me out of a crush or something?" Frisk asked, not sure how he felt about being crushed on by a living plane.
"N-no way, there's absolutely positively no way in heaven and earth that I would have a crush on you!" Tomoe said. "What would even make you think that? You just have romance on your mind all the time or something? What a waste. I already told you, weirdo, I'm keeping an eye on you to make sure you don't cause trouble!'
"All right, I believe you," he said, getting the jetpack on and secured. "No need to make a big fuss out of it."
"Humans are a cutes," Temmie told Tomoe. "Humandere! No way could dere cutes be troubles, no way!"
"Well you are trouble, I can tell that much," Tomoe said. "So you must not be cute, there!"
"Aaah, noes no noes! Temmie are way cute. Tem cutes like plane not cutes."
"Excuse me?!"
"You're both cute in your own ways, please don't fight about it," Frisk said. "It's better to be civil."
However, this just made Temmie twitch repeatedly in spazzing out. "Aaaaaa, humans says Tems cute too! So happys, dies." She then flipped herself over on her back in an over-dramatic death play, keeping a huge grin on her face.
But it was clear from her body staying coherent that she was just playing, not actually dead. Unfortunately, another monster in the area didn't see the joke. "Don't you be dying here!" a strange little monster like a water tank with a duck floating on top called. He waddled over while carrying a broom. "That would be way too big of a mess, take your humorous death sequence elsewhere."
"Oh, okays," Temmie said, turning herself back upright. "Can't no die anyhow, gonna see a human fly!"
The new monster stopped by the tower and looked it over critically. "And what's with this thing? Is it going to make a mess? It's already enough work keeping these walkways clean when everybody keeps walking all over them all day and all night."
"It shouldn't make a mess, and I tried not to be too messy setting it up," Frisk said, although the monster was already sweeping away the sawdust from securing the tower. Now that he could look around, he saw a few others hanging back on other parts of the walkways. Undyne really had cleared out this area the other day. "Who are you?"
"I'm Woshua, just Woshua," he said, still sweeping. "I keep this part of Waterfall clean, can't have any icky dirt, dust, or grime about."
Magic would create monsters to address the needs of the residents here, Frisk thought. Though he wasn't sure what the purpose of the Tsunderplane was. Or the Temmie. "Ah. Oh, but if you do clean around this relay tower, please don't move the dishes here out of place. We need them for a clear signal. And like the sign warns, be careful because there's electrical parts that could shock you."
"Don't worry, I have cleaning tools for every job," Woshua said, sending the broom away and bringing out a feather duster in order to dust off the tower.
Frisk had the jetpack secured, so he looked up towards the shaft of sunlight. The missing walkway that led up to Old Viewpoint was nearby. Hopefully, there were no time rifts in the air between here and the Viewpoint. That would be trouble to work around with these relays. Seeing nothing immediately to worry about, he brought out an illumination ball to fly just ahead of him, added a booster spell to the jetpack to lessen its fuel consumption, then turned it on and took off from the walkway. The Temmie cooed and followed along after him; the Tsunderplane grumbled and followed as well.
For a few moments, he was able to see the pathway to the viewpoint. Strange cracks laced all through the air of that path; it would be hard to walk it and avoid all of those rifts. What had caused all that? Maybe Sans' old journals from his father, or even himself, held the answer to that question. Frisk had also been wondering what Sans' first test had been, if he'd been sent to find the silver chronograph he held. But those would all have to be answered later. This relay system addressed immediate needs and gave the monsters a vital channel with which to negotiate what would happen in the future peacefully.
On the other side, the lookout area seemed fine, at least in terms of the stone floor. The wooden rails blocking off the long drop into Abyssal Lake looked rotted, broken in a few places from lack of care. A sign near the edge was moldy, but the words carved onto it could be made out: 'Enjoy a fantastic view of the magical swamps of Waterfall from this wondrous Viewpoint. Update: This is now the Old Viewpoint, as the New Viewpoint on the opposite side of the swamp gives a completely different and equally fantastic view!'
More noticeably, there was a strong influx of sunlight coming from a break in the wall. The rubble on the floor and some cracks along the wall hinted that this thin part of the mountain had collapsed at some point, probably after the path had been cut off. It was a large enough hole that Tsundereplane could fly carefully through it; the rubble was weathered enough that he could easily walk over it to check on the area outside.
"Whoa, is this the outsides?" Temmie murmured in awe. "Can we go see humans?"
"Well the barrier…" Frisk started to say, but then he noticed that there seemed to be some people on the other end of this small tunnel. It was just bright enough with the sunlight that he hadn't seen them well coming from the darkness of Waterfall.
"Aaaa, more humans!" Temmie called out and rushed ahead. Unfortunately, she slammed headfirst into the barrier, causing it to flash gray before it settled into an almost transparent state. "Ooo."
"Aaaa, what's that?" a girl said. Something about her seemed familiar. Could it be one of them?
"Is it okay?" another girl said.
"Tems be okays, oog, Temmie thinks so," she said.
Frisk cast the healing spell he knew over her. "Careful there," he said. Now that his eyes adjusted to the sight of sunlight again, he noticed that they looked familiar too: a girl with cat ears and a tail, a more normal girl (for a degree of normal given that she wore a worn jean jacket with pointed studs in it), and an old man dressed as a forest ranger. All of them? But he'd not met any of them this loop. His throat tensed up as he stopped a couple feet from the barrier.
"Hello, what are you doing behind the barrier, young man?" Joachim said.
"Oh my gosh, it's him!" Jenna said, her tail stiffening in surprise.
"Yeah, it's you!" Jackie said. "Um, who're you? And what're you doing with our dreams?"
"I'm not doing anything with dreams as far as I'm aware," Frisk said. Maybe they remembered more strongly? Undyne had mentioned something about having feelings of deja vu on seeing him. "You can call me Frisk."
"Oo, Frisk has funs name," Temmie said, having recovered enough to start hovering again. "Ooo, so many cutes humans!"
"And, well this is Temmie," he said. "I think Tomoe the Tsuderplane was following us too. And, you?" He had to hold back on saying their names.
"But you seem like a guy we've both been having weird dreams about," Jenna said. "Well, um, I'm Jenna, and this is Jackie, and um, this ranger just came up to us."
"Joachim," he said. "I was going to take these girls out of here because this is a restricted area. But there is something odd going about, because you seem familiar to me somehow as well."
"Well you really shouldn't be out here, it's dangerous," Frisk said. "The mountainside is full of invisible ledges, as well as areas that will crumble and start a rockfall at the slightest provocation. If you come any further here, you'll be able to get in but then you'll be stuck with me." He stepped forward and put his hand on the barrier. Since he didn't ram into it, it merely caused a gray area to form around it until he pulled back. "And there's only three bathrooms down here that humans can use, so you really don't want to get stuck down here."
"Then what are you doing in there?" Jenna asked, worried. "Did you get lost?"
He shook his head "No, I came down here on a mission. Six human children got lost down here and died decades ago. Their souls have been trapped in here and I mean to get them back to the surface. Which means I am going to be breaking the barrier, but we're still early in the process."
"Whoa, breaking this barrier?" Jackie asked, impressed. "But it's an ancient masterwork!"
"Are you sure that's the right thing to be doing?" Joachim asked. "The last time monsters were in the world, there was a large-scale war with them."
"That was mostly the fault of humans," Frisk explained. "The monsters weren't able to truly fight against us once we turned against them."
"Monsters are goods peoples, lots of good monsters!" Temmie added. "There's Temmie, and Temmie, and Temmie, and Tem, and Temmie, and Bob, and..."
It might help convince them that she at least was harmless, Frisk thought. "Uh, Temmie's kind of, well, special. But she is right in that the monsters I've met are good people. One of them is a wonderful older lady who took me in like her own son, and nearly every other monster I've met has been kind and helpful. There have been a few bad ones, but it's a small minority and they're the exceptions to the rule."
"Bad monsters not monsters, bad monsters bad baddies," Temmie said.
"And they've been here a thousand years too," Frisk said. "No humans have come to see if things could be worked out peaceably before me. There are very few of them remaining from the days of that war; off the top of my head, I can only thing of one I've met and one I've heard of. And the one I met welcomed me warmly and wants to settle matters peacefully now."
"Well, everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves, right?" Jenna asked, a little nervous in saying so. "So, yeah, can't we try?"
"Hmm, it's hard to say no if they are offering things peacefully," Joachim said, more thoughtful on it. "But we need to be able to talk with them."
Frisk nodded and brought out his tablet. "I know, and I'm actually working on something to help that. I brought a couple of signal boosters that can communicate with satellites, so that the human internet can be accessed down here. They've managed to backwards engineer their own version of the internet down here, we just need to get this booster out there and set to relay signals to the towers I've got to install here. Could you help me with that?"
"If it's not too hard," Jenna said.
"It shouldn't be," Frisk said, checking over the booster before tossing it over to her. "It has legs that it should extend automatically to secure itself to the ground, but we need to have it sending the signal this way." He had to go back in to set up the second relay tower up here to communicate with the one on the walkway. Meanwhile, the three of them were able to get the booster itself set in place outside the tunnel.
After he'd checked on the signal and got a confirmation from Alphys that she could get it in the lab, Frisk went back over to talk with his old friends. Jenna was crouched just outside the barrier, waving at the Temmie who was waving back in some game. Jackie asked again, "Are you sure you're not doing anything weird with our dreams? Because we came out here trying to figure out what was going on and we knew it involved a guy who looks exactly like you."
"It's too complicated to get into right now, but I can manipulate time," Frisk said. "That's probably why you know me without knowing me. Because actually, I recognized you immediately once my eyes adjusted. Sorry, but I wasn't sure how much you might remember."
"I don't think time is one of those things you can manipulate even with magic," Jackie said. "Right? Because that be, well, um..."
"It's very dangerous magic to know and use," Joachim said. "I know about it, but I don't know any time manipulation magic myself."
"When you can manipulate time, it's really easy to think you can get away with anything," Frisk said. "Because to a degree, you can, and undo any time you get caught or mess up. I got completely wrecked doing that entirely by my own fault, so I'm doing all I can to make a better future. You're probably feeling some side effects of my actions because you've had a lot of contact with me in a time you don't remember. In a way, I'm really glad that it led you all to be out here when I was working on this."
"That sounds crazy, but I feel like it's the truth," Jackie said, looking down and sounding unsure of something. Maybe she almost remembered what she'd felt for him? It made Frisk feel guilty about it.
Joachim rubbed his chin. "That must be a reason you girls decided to come out this day, and that I decided to come further in on today's patrol. If this is all leading up to allowing the monsters to go free, we're already involved. So then, is there anything else we can do for this effort?"
Frisk smiled at that. "Thanks for offering. Actually, you have a lot of contacts being a sage, don't you Joachim? Is there any way you can get contact with a government authority, or an ambassador who'd be willing to talk with the monsters? I have met the king of monsters and will be able to put such an ambassador in contact with him. Also, I have an email account that can access the human internet, so we could exchange addresses again to talk with each other as well."
"Maybe not as many as I used to since I retired from big authority like that," Joachim said. "But I could get things in motion. And you girls could help by talking with your friends at school and around the city."
"About accepting the monsters?" Jenna asked, pausing in her silent game with Temmie.
The old ranger nodded. "Yes, since if this works out, your generation will be growing up with monsters back in the world. You may as well do all you can to get others positive about it and looking forward to such a partnership again."
"It might help if we could talk to a few more monsters ourselves," Jackie said. "But sure, that sounds interesting."
"We'll figure out a way to arrange such talks later because we do plan to keep this connection as low-key as we can," Frisk said. "There's still some elements of the monsters that need to be convinced to come back peacefully, but I'm sure I can handle that."
They had to use paper airplanes made of notebook paper in order to exchange contact information with the barrier there, but he had found his old friends and mentor again. This was looking much more doable, making Frisk feel eager to keep things going now. However, when he checked on the signal to the lab again, there was a notice from Alphys' account that did not seem to be from her. 'Say goodbye to your nerdy friend because we've got her now. We're gonna go execute Alphys at the capitol's grand stadium and there's nothing you can do about it. Loser.'
His blood went cold at that. "Man, Undyne's gonna kill whoever did this," he mumbled.
"What, what's going on?" Temmie asked. For some reason, Tomoe was nowhere to be seen.
"Something very bad," Frisk said. Did he have Undyne's contact number? Even though she would get outraged, she'd be even madder if he failed to let her know. He couldn't message her, but he could message another of her friends. 'Papyrus, can you get a message to Undyne for me? Someone's apparently kidnapped Alphys and is threatening to execute her at a grand stadium somewhere in the capitol. She has to know about it immediately.'
He got a return message not even a minute later. 'Oh no, that's horrible! I'll call Undyne right away!'
Was this the reckless portion of the restless monsters? It was the only thing that made sense. "I wonder if I can get there in time," Frisk said.
"Good lucks, goodbyes, and don't forget to visit Tem Village!" Temmie said, rushing off across the chasm herself.
"Thanks," Frisk said, making a check on he jetpack and recharging it so he could get across and hurry to meet with the ferryperson.