"FUCK!" Frisk disappears into the swirling nebulae of the Dream Width with an impromptu Smokescreen, "YOU!" The amount of rage and fear in their voice almost has a physical force. Just as the last trace of Frisk disappears, their future self pops into existence just behind Garland. Then another. Then another. Then two more. Five Frisks in total thrust their arms forward, unleashing a hail of lightning chakrams at Garland with an Invisible Lightning Ninjitsu before they all disappear one by one. "Kuja is my friend, as disgusting as that might be to you! And nothing is going to change that!"