Frisk holds up their hands as they stroll towards the ladder, giving Papyrus a disarming smile. "Trust me, Papyrus. Seriously, I'll be fine." And if they threw themself into each fight with everything that they had, they were able to forget everything that... well, just a lot of things. With that, they flashstep up to the next floor, where a yelp of alarm can be heard. "OKAY WAIT MAYBE NOT CRAP" Frisk lays down a Smoke Screen as soon as the Guard Scorpion turns its gaze on them.