Part 19

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"Park here." Chara ordered. Asriel nodded, parking the car. Frisk blinked from her nap, staring at the river.

It was grey, an old boat in the water. The cloaked person looked up. "Tra la la. I ferry the dead not the living. Tra la la, you cannot board."

Chara turned to Frisk. "Do your thing."

"My thing?"

"Talk to them."

"Why?"

"Because their boss is enamoured with you?"

Frisk nodded, walking up to the Riverperson. "Hi. Do you think you can take us to G?"

The Riverperson thought for a moment. "Tra la la. Climb aboard."

The three hopped on, the bow forming a cat's face. Legs pushed up and the boat started to go.

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