Papyrus groggily stirs from his unconscious state. The moment he does, his eye sockets go big and googly. "OH MY GOD!!!"

For a moment, he struggles, then he notices the other. Relaxing briefly, he exhales despite his lack of lungs.

"SO... I TAKE IT THINGS DIDN'T GO PARTICULARLY WELL."

Still, he looks to Matilda with an awkward smile. "AH, BUT THANK YOU FOR UNTYING ME!" He looks around and... yep. That sure is a lot of rope. Whoever did this sure is thorough.

...Shoot.

"W-WAIT! IF THEY CAPTURED US, WHAT ABOUT THE OTHERS?! FRISK-"

Panic mode initiated.