"PUUUUUUNK!" roars a certain angry, red-haired moogle in the distance. But Frisk is already running as fast as their noodly little legs can take them. Which is pretty darn fast for somebody without any asterisks. Now, they just needed to blend into the crowd, get some breathing room, maybe figure out where Vaikuntha's equivalent to Abu Dhabi was...

Unfortunately, in their headlong sprint, they are too busy checking behind them to make sure Mogdyne isn't on their tail to notice they're on a direct collision course with another kid.