(Did you reap life?)

I guide Frisk into a room that doesn't have many descriptive qualities. After we get here, I say "wAiT a mOMenTto." While Frisk nods trustingly.

Sure enough, GhostyToasty arrives and I pull Frisk to the side with me. But I guess I'm not good at pulling Frisk to the side because GT wails "Who's there?!?!" While engaging Frisk in a fight.

I jump on Frisk's head. Maybe if he knows it's me, he'll stop. But his eyes are closed and he's sending his tear attack our way. And we didn't have the reflex to dodge.

A black box comes up, reading "Team Battle: Frisk: 17/20/ Temmielynn: 35/40" Wait... what's a team battle? Why am I and Frisk engaged in battle b6 the same person? This is weird!

"GhOStyToASTy!" I shout. GT opens his eyes and looks at us, and then disengages in the battle. He fled. Well that's weird.

"GhostyToasty wasn't so nice!" Frisk exclaimed, giggling. I giggle too.

"aAnD uR CLOtheS aRE riPPEd!" I comment, noticing that Frisk's plain green sweater miraculously lost its sleeves.

"So are yours!" Frisk chuckles. Yep, my TemmieSweater is pretty torn.

"mAYbe kiNG LAdy cAan soaW?" I propose. She seems like the person to sew.

"Yep, let's go back." Frisk agrees. And with that, I jump back on their head and we set back.