"Well..." Frisk rolls up their sleeves, grimacing. This was going to be hard work, especially for a twelve year-old. "Since there doesn't really seem to be anywhere else to look, we should prooobably start digging through all that junk to see if we can find anything." Sighing, Frisk begins rummaging through the piles of rubble and junk, searching for anything that could fit in the hole.