There was no escaping their fate now. Somehow, Frisk was going to be set up on a date with Chara. It wasn't a matter of if as it was of when. Papyrus could do almost anything when he put his mind to it, and if if sensed a nonexistent crush in the romantic water, he wasn't going to stop until he did something about it.

Frisk opens their mouth to protest, but closes it before they say anything. It was pointless. There was no escaping now. Hanging their head, Frisk mutters, "Okay. You're obviously not going to take no for an answer, so fine. Just, please... don't go too over the top?" Asking that was probably a futile endeavor considering who they were talking to, but it couldn't hurt to at least try.