Frisk shakes their head, shrugging. "No idea. But hey, at least we aren't dead now, right? We should be glad for that!" If only. Knowing that would make things a lot less- oh, right! That was always an option. Taking a deep breath, Frisk closes their eyes, focuses, and imagines the past... but nothing happens.

Okay, maybe that was a fluke. Flukes happened. If they tried again- nope. Still nope.

Third time's the charm? Apparently not.

Frisk does their best to keep their cool, but their smile is rapidly becoming plastic.