Frisk's eyes snap wide open. Wait, somebody knew this... this badly transcribed photocopy of their archnemesis? There had to be some solution to this. "Wait! Please!" they beg, reaching for Nanamo and Papshan. "How do I get rid of her?"

"What are you trying to pull here, punk?" Mogdyne growls, pulling Frisk back by their ear.

"I'm sorry if I don't want to spend the rest of my days here with Undyne's mini-me! I had enough of her yesterday, thankyouverymuch!" Frisk snaps back. Sadly, even with all the might of a Freelancer, Mogdyne manages to hold them back while wearing her stupid, smug, sharky grin.