Frisk shrinks, figuratively and literally. They're already not very tall, but everyone staring at them are suddenly towering, looking down on them.

They follow Lucas silently. Their feet sink into the floor, making it hard, or maybe it's the weight of all the eyes.

Anymore.

When they step into the elevator, they crouch down on the floor. Hiding. Trying to hide, even though they can't.

There are buttons now. Except when they glance at them, they discover they're camera lenses that whir harshly as they focus in on Frisk.