Okay. Okay okay okay well probably not okay. From all the general screaming and freaking out going on, Frisk surmised that a) this thing was fairly constant through the multiverse and b) it was always bad news bears. And judging from the general gist of things... "Um. A question. Just an eensy weensy little inquiry." They take a deep breath. "Are we fighting a god?"

"Wait, wait, wait, no. Screw this noise!" Frisk shakes their head and waves their hand, backing off. "You guys are all insane! No way am I..." Then a look of dread flashes across their face. "Papyrus. Um. Buddy. Pal. Are you staying here?"