It's actually hard to find good Underswap art for Asgore and Toriel. Why-
Written: 3/6-7 /2021
Edited: 6/7/2021
(NEW) Edited: 8/15/2021
Words: 2450
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Y/n woke up to total darkness. She opened her eyes and rolled over, seeing a sheet of dim light slipping through the door at the opposite side of the room. She sat up, wincing a little at the pain that shot through her leg by the movement, and looked around. I'm in the Underground. With the monsters. She wasn't sure if the thought excited her or terrified her, but decided to leave it for later.
The girl stood up, leaning on the desk, and made her way to the door. Peeking out she looked up and down a yellow hallway. There was a long floral rug running through it and various things along the wall; all of which were a pale shade of yellow. She hobbled to the end and saw a mirror.
I don't look that bad actually, she thought, gazing at her reflection in the wide mirror. She walked back and ran her hand along a dresser and all the yellow flowers in their vases. They looked almost identical to what Flowey looked like. This disturbed her greatly, but none of the less made her way to the next room.
The floor was a pale wood color that ran from her entry to the other end. In the middle on her right was a table for three, a small pot of yellow flowers on it. On her left in the middle was a fireplace and a large chair, a small round rug at the foot of the chair. The fire crackled happily as Y/n walked in and skimmed the titles of the bookcase that was in the upper left corner of the room.
"72 Uses for Snails? Why would anyone... want to..." she trailed off, remembering she was among monsters now, so they probably ate something different than human food.
She held onto the wall and found another doorway at the far upper left corner of the room. She peeked in and saw Asgore in there piddling about, an oven-mitt in one hand and a fork in the other. "Hey... I'm here," Y/n said, attempting to make herself heard. Asgore flinched and turned to her, surprise apparent on his features, but his expression quickly changed to a warm smile.
"Ah, hello miss Y/n," he said, gesturing for her to come in. He held out his large paw for her to take. She took his paw leaning on it for support and he led her to a stool in the corner of the kitchen. Oh my gosh his hands are so warm. Or paws, I guess. "I apologize for making you walk all the way down here; I was going to bring you a slice of pie when it was ready."
Y/n smiled in delight. She was very hungry, and the thought of pie sounded wonderful. "Oh it's no trouble, I came here on my own just fine," Y/n said, a stupid smile coming to her face. "What pie are you making?"
Asgore looked to the oven and put a finger to his mouth, then moved it to point at her. "I wasn't entirely sure if you'd like one of the options for the pie, so I did a combination. Butterscotch-cinnamon," he said triumphantly, as if he solved a puzzle. "I hope you will like it. I thought starting with that instead of snail pie would be a good idea."
Snail what now sir? Y/n's face looked very confused and grossed out at the mention of snail pie. Asgore let out a chuckle, the timer going off in the background. He turned and hurried over to the oven and pulled out a perfect looking pie with three holes in the middle, steam filtering through them and into the air. "Oh my goodness... that looks delicious," Y/n said, her smile returning and her stomach growling.
"Thank you," Asgore replied, setting the pie onto the counter next to the girl. He walked to a drawer on the other side of the small kitchen and took out a knife, walking back over and cutting a slice from the perfect pie. Y/n could barely contain herself as the slice was placed onto a plate Asgore had gotten out previously. The goat man slid it over to her and handed her a fork. "Bone appetite."
Y/n eagerly dug into the pie, savoring the sweet taste of butterscotch and the little spice from the hidden cinnamon. "Mmm dis is gwreat!" she said through a mouth full.
"Please do not talk with your mouth full," Asgore said, a sad smile forming on his face. "I can't really understand you when you do." Y/n nodded and swallowed her mouthful.
"Sorry, I was saying this is super good! Can I ask where you learned to bake like this?" Y/n asked. Asgore shook his head smiling, and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning on the counter.
"Yes, you can ask me," he said slowly. "Actually, my wife taught me. She was an excellent cook and baker. She ended up teaching me to bake and cook alike when we... when we had our child. Things in the kingdom became busier with the arrival of a prince, she was often preparing the best ways to raise him and balancing a kingdom. I tried to offer my help but she would only let me do small things."
"Like what?" Y/n asked, shoving another large forkful of pie into her mouth.
"Hmm... Things like, settling local disputes and arguments and such. Or taking care of As- ...our son. She was kept busy with trying to communicate with the humans and managing the Royal Guard and such. I'm not entirely sure what she did all that time without me, to be honest with you..."
Y/n finished her pie and scraped the last remaining bits with her fork and licking them. She pushed the plate in front of her and leaned on her elbow on the counter. A long pause followed, Asgore seemed to be deep in thought while the girl waited for him to continue. When he didn't, she asked him a question.
"What happened to her and your son...?" Y/n asked, her voice very soft and nervous. Was that rude to ask? Was there something painful behind the memory? Asgore let out a deep and shaky sigh and held out his paw for her to take.
"Come with me and sit down. I will tell you a story, child," he replied softly. Y/n took his paw, the two making their way back to the main room. Asgore let the girl sit in the large armchair while he leaned on the mantel of the fireplace, looking into the fire. There was a silence before he began talking. "How much do you know about the War between Monsters and Humans?" he asked, an inquisitive expression on his face.
"Um... really only the things from legends. The monsters attacked us- the humans- without warning. The humans fought them off bravely and sealed them away in the Underground under Mount Ebbott," Y/n replied. "I also know there were seven magicians who did it, and that... um..." the girl fidgeted in her seat, twisting her h/c hair with her fingers. "One of them... one of the magicians...is my ancestor. A-and that my family is kinda, um, proud of it?"
Asgore returned his attention to the fire, his expression was now filled with pain and anger, the flickering flames changing the color of his robe from purple to deep red, his long golden hair orange in the flames. "I see," he sighed.
"N-not that I'm proud of it!" Y/n hurriedly explained. "Honestly, I... kinda wanted to come down here. I thought that the human's take on it couldn't've been the entire story. So... could you tell me what happened...?"
Asgore nodded slowly and walked to the table on the other side of the room, pulling up a chair and sitting in it, causing it to creak under his weight.
"The monsters were not the ones to start the War, my child," Asgore said, his voice low yet calm. "The humans attacked without warning and we were forced to flee. They were afraid of us, they thought we'd try to take their souls for ourselves, to become more powerful. We stood our ground for as long as we were able, but... Human souls are much stronger than monster souls. We were hundreds and they were thousands. We were vastly outnumbered... and so we were forced underground. My... wife, and I took charge of our people and tried to build a life for all monsters down here." Asgore gestured around the room to make a point. Y/n met his dark eyes and for a split second she saw a flicker of hope and happiness.
"We are in a place called 'Home'. Tori was never good with names, but it didn't really matter," he said. "Over the course of years, the Underground was fully livable. Snowdin, Waterfall, the Hotlands, and the Capital were all built. Us monsters made a happy life... Now... I do remember you asking what happened to my wife, Toriel, and our child. His name was Asriel. He was a happy little boy, a good boy. We loved him very much, and he loved us. Our family was whole, and... happy..."
Asgore trailed off, gazing into the fire again. Y/n nodded slowly, taking it all in as she shifted in her chair. "One day, a human had fallen down into the Underground from Mount Ebbott. Her name, she told us, was Frisk. She and Asriel became fast friends when she healed from her fall... They became inseparable. Heh, not that anyone dared to try and separate them, most of the children feared Frisk. I mean, she was a nice child, but she didn't like anyone hurting or being mean to Asriel; she took it personally. We ended up 'unofficially' adopting her into the family, seeing as she had no where else to go."
"All seemed right in the world... Until... Frisk became ill." Asgore shifted in his chair, rubbing his face with his large paw, seemingly frustrated over something. "There was nothing we could do... Nobody knew what was wrong with her, and our Royal Scientists couldn't figure it out considering we knew little about human anatomy and biology. They tried everything, but nothing worked. And then... sh-she, passed away. We couldn't save her."
The room fell silent, Asgore seemed to be trying to hold back tears as he recounted what had happened all those years ago. "I... am so, so sorry," Y/n whispered, leaning forward, and rubbing his hand in his lap, trying to show that she cared. He nodded and let out a shaky breath.
"Thank you," he said softly. "My apologies... this is something you need to know, so I need to tell you." Y/n nodded for him to continue. "When Asriel was told his sibling had passed he was... devastated. I did not know what would happen, but when we told him the news he ran off. I didn't know... I didn't know what he had planned when she died, or why, or anything! I did not know... Asriel absorbed Frisk's soul and took her body, crossing the Barrier. He left, and I couldn't stop him. Toriel and I stood at the Barrier waiting for his return... And wh-when he returned, he was, hurt. He looked as if he had been shot several times. His new body had injuries everywhere, his horns were cracked and dusting. Toriel and I watched as he stumbled back, we ran to him, called for help. But, there was no one who heard our cries for help. He smiled and then... It was too late..."
Asgore snapped. He broke down and wept, his body shook, tears streaming down his white fur, staining his violet-colored robe. Y/n got up and hugged his hunched over form, rubbing circles in his back with her hand to soothe him.
"A-Asriel turned to dust in our arms... he died... h-he died, because the humans killed him... the humans did it..." his voice has a whisper, cracking with pain and grief. "We had l-lost two children in one ni-night."
Asgore cried for a long time, and Y/n continued to hug him. It seemed he had been holding all this in for so long.
His weeping had subsided to whimpers and hiccups now, his body's shaking slowed to a stop and he took deep breaths. "I-In a fit of rage, Toriel assembled all monsters and declared war upon the humans. I tried to stop her, but she would not listen. I left her, I wanted no part in the process. Since then, any h-human who has fallen down has been killed and th-their soul taken. When Queen Toriel has seven souls, she will be able to break the Barrier and we will all be set free. Right now, I have been told she has six souls. Six...ch-children's souls."
Y/n was silent. Would Asgore perhaps try and take my soul?
"Asgore...?" she asked tentatively, backing away, and sitting back on the chair opposite him. He looked up and nodded for her to ask, not meeting her eyes. "Will- will you take my soul?" Asgore let out "hah" and shook his head.
"No child, I will not take your soul. There would be no point anyway, since you are an adult. Only... children's souls would work to break the barrier. An adult human's soul is murky, and their trait isn't as clear... I will protect you for as long as I can against any monster who comes," Asgore replied softly. "If I were after your soul, I would not have helped you with your broken leg after all."
"Fair point," Y/n said, pointing her finger at him. "But, uh, when do you think it'll heal? My leg I mean." Asgore leaned back in his chair and sighed, running his fingers through his long golden hair.
"I'm not sure..." he said. "Whenever a previous human has fallen down, they didn't break a bone. But I suppose, based on my previous experiences, it will take 6 to 8 weeks to heal fully. Or about a month and a half."
Y/n nodded. "And I'm going to be staying here with you during that time?" she asked.
"Yes, I suppose you will," he replied thoughtfully. "I admit it will be nice to have some company... it does get rather bonely here in the Ruins all alone."
"...Was... that a pun...?" Y/n asked, disgust on her face. "Asgore why??"
He let out a hearty laugh at her reaction, clearly feeling much better. "I am rather fond of puns and jokes my child. I am sorry." Y/n couldn't help but giggle.
These were going to be a good six to eight weeks then.
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This was definitely one of the longer chapters. 2450 words. HOW THE FRESH HECK-
I hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading =)