"I w-want to be good. I don't want to cause you trouble. I just want to see my brother, I..."

For a split second, the scenery changes, the interior of the room filled with cold wind and snowflakes gently drifting down.

"...I don't want to die."

And then in another instant, the room has returned back to normal, and the scientist holding the clipboard is grabbing Frisk's wrist, voice low and commanding.

"Give. Him. The codeword. I will not ask again."