From within, Frisk delightedly and entirely metaphorically bleps back. Chara for their part just huffs and pointedly turns their head away. Blocked, blocked, blocked. Both of you are blocked.

Chara regards the human's attempts to remove the stick closely, but makes no move to help. It's possible the knives could help... but they're loath to give them up, and they doubt Sparks would appreciate any more contact from them.

*Pet him!

No.

They sit back on their haunches, and watch.