"What... how did you I was going to..." If Frisk was feeling just a bit more energetic, they'd probably add a "Nani?!" for extra effect. But they were getting a pretty big headache, and all of this pointed to them being crazy, and-

Everybody in this room was a monster holy crap holy crap holy crap what

Frisk, finally realizing the distortions of their dream, gives and undignified yelp and scrambles further backwards in their chair, eyes darting all around the room. "What... are... those... things?" they ask, teeth chattering as the whispers grow cacophonous.