The Sorrowful King

Tentatively reviving this blog as well :D Hello! This is an indie Asgore RP blog :D

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Hello! This is a revived indie/semi-selective low-activity blog for Asgore Dreemurr, The King of The Underground. Verses available for Undertale and Deltarune; Rules and About are in pinned post!

chara pushed open the door to the study— timidly at first, as if afraid they were intruding.      ( a silly thing to worry about, they knew, but old habits were hard to break. ) thankfully, asgore’s warm welcome seemed to instill the child with a bit more confidence, and they moved out from their hiding place behind the door to enter the room fully. ❝ it’s just me. asriel is helping make something special for lunch—  oh. ❞ chara blinked. ❝ that’s supposed to be a surprise though, okay? forget i said anything! ❞

the human’s arms were wrapped tightly around an old book. it was large— so much so that it was impressive they had managed to carry it all the way there. ❝ it’s alright. ❞ even when he was kneeling, they had to tilt their head back to shoot asgore a tiny smile. ❝ i, um. i really appreciate everything you’ve done for me… i really do. but it’s hard to— to put that into words. ‘cause just saying it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. ❞ giving them a home. giving them food and clothes. giving them a family. it was more kindness than anyone had ever shown them before, and expressing the significance of that was… difficult. especially for someone as emotionally guarded as chara.

… thankfully, they thought they found an alternative— at least to start. the child’s gaze drifted down to the book in their arms. ❝ miss tori— mom. ❞ chara still occasionally forgot that it was okay to call the dreemurrs their parents.      ( another silly old habit. ) ❝ mom said this was something i should talk to you about… if you’re not busy? ❞ they opened the book, flipping to a specific page and held it up for him to see— even standing up on their tiptoes in an effort to give the tall monster a better look.

flowers. it was covered in pictures of flowers.

❝ i’m not sure what kinds of plants grow well underground… but i was wondering if we could start a garden? maybe? ❞ they tried to peek at asgore from over the top of the book, in an effort to gauge his reaction. ❝ i… i really love flowers! and i know they make other people happy, too, so i thought having some to look at would help cheer everyone up. ❞

“Oh?” Asgore spoke too soon, and when he was alerted this was a very confidential matter, he nodded very seriously, closing his mouth with a hand to make his point. So, there was a special lunch, huh? Asgore felt all giddy inside! His family was preparing something for him, and he had to make something to show his appreciation tenfold! Ah, he really hoped there was a pie by his dearest wife too! Nothing competed with it! Well, little dishes his children helped in making might be better. It was hard to decide!

He felt inclined t take the book off their hands to spare them the heaviness of the book, but as a father he had to give them space to be independent too. They knew the could ask for his help anytime, and he kept an eye on them to take it if they had difficulty with it. The shy smile Chara gave made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside! They were so small... “Chara... Understanding the love around you is enough. Feeling is enough. You don’t even have to say it. Every moment you spend being happy and proud of yourself is more than enough for me.” He put a hand on their head, barely holding back from the urge to ruffle their hair. “Also, you have done a lot for me too. The ones we love will always do things for us and us for them. You deserve my attention and my love, and nothing you do will change that.” The King spoke softly, gazing at his child lovingly. They were so kind, so precious.

The king smiled listening to them, and thoughtful as they went through pages. “Of course, I have all the time in the world for you. Well, until I have to return to my duties, at least.” He winked at them, and when they tried to hold up the book for him, he finally took it. He crouched down on the ground, patting the space next to him for Chara to sit.  The flowers looked beautiful, even in art. His eyes shone at the sight.

The King was almost moved to tears, but he had to stay strong. Chara was too precious for this world. “We can, of course! That’s a brilliant idea, Chara! I love it!” He looked at them with such a goofy smile, tears welling up on corners of his eyes. “That’s such a wonderful thought! And the way you talk, it’s a fine sign of a kind leader, my child. You have emotions, and you have the skills to put them into the words in a way where you can move people with them. You gave me hope and joy today, I hope you will receive even more!”

He checked the index of the book, before thinking to himself. “There is Ghost of Fire,the name we monster gave, which humans used to call Peace Lily? It’s a beautiful plant, and looks like a ghost wrapped itself around  a fireball. They are limited in numbers, but I know a botanist in New Home who would keep some!” He checked the book to find a picture of it, and excitedly showed it to Chara. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“There is also ‘Bromeliads’. The green leaves are partially or as whole colored in reds and yellows. They look like fox cubs curled up on the green grass! They also do not miss the surface much! We can grow them in any part of the underground. ... Maybe not the Snowdin, it’s freezing there!” Asgore chuckled, and then sighed happily. He loved talking about gardening, and Chara’s idea was indeed amazing! He was filled with determination to tell them everything they needed to know!

“If we are thinking of a garden in the castle, we have more options! Most flowers who prefer light shade, like two-three hours of sun, can grow in here! Astilbe are pink, beautiful flowers. My first gift to your mother when we were on surface. We were expecting a girl when your mom had Asriel, and the name would be the flower’s. It would suit Asriel too, but I panicked, and choose a different name at the end. You would be calling your brother Astilbe if your father was good at working under pressure.” He winked, letting them on a secret. “As long as they can have gentle morning or dappled sun reach them, they are happy.” 

“We can also have Star of Bethlehem.” He opened a page, where image of the frail white flowers in form of drawing was shown. “They are the spoiled princess of all flowers though. When you plant them, they love to get all the space they can, and you can’t get free of them easily.” 

“Crocus, a beauty in light purple, with the sweetest scent. Impatiens have pretty good range of colors, and they would make any garden a sight to see!” He found them in their images in the book as well, checking on Chara if they could follow, and if they were happy. 

“Well, there is also buttercups. I love their simple beauty. They are very brave little troopers. They defy even the King of Monsters. I wasn’t expecting our throne room to be filled with them, and they came like uninvited guests! The nerve! However, I fell for their charm and now I take care of them to best of my abilities.” He wasn’t complaining though. He loved the yellow flowers, and they made him feel less trapped.

        The architecture, despite it’s beauty, held such a mixture of emotions that it was overwhelming. Could the Monsters not sense the helter-skelter of feelings flooding this place? What’s worse to think about is that this wasn’t the only place that FELT this way. What happened within these walls to make it feel so melancholic and euphoric at the same time? What have these hallways witnessed to be so filled to the brim with flux emotions? What went on?

        As they continued their track to see the king they grew more and more nauseous with each step. Their tears curved against the cheek as their head swarmed with feelings unknown to them. Unfamiliar. Heartfelt yet terrifying. It was beginning to become too much.

        But they continued forward anyway.

        They needed to see this through first. Needed to talk to him. He’ll understand. The Monster’s… all, save one, had showed them that he may listen, that he may consider their options.

        Yet the further they walked the more the uneasiness settled and sunk into their bones, weighing them down as they came closer to their predetermined destination. Their breathing grew haggard once they reached the entrance to the King’s throne room. 

      Suddenly they didn’t feel ready at all. They spent these few short days preparing for this and yet… 

     ’ I can’t hesitate now. ‘ They thought as they took the time to take a breath. 

       They entered the room, arms wrapped around their midsection to ease their queasiness and dread building up inside them. For a moment their mind was clear and they could sense anticipation and relief in the tall stature that watered the vast garden of the throne room. 

       However, when he turned to them and was startled that it was not the person he was expecting, they felt the bile building up in the back of their throat.They straightened in posture pushing back the bile before they collected themselves and listened to the King speak. 

       They could feel tears welling the corners of their eyes. He didn’t want this. To fight. To kill someone and have more blood to bear, more guilt heavily weighing his soul. They could feel their soul hum in their chest as it sensed his emotions spark around them. 

      With a sudden strength unbeknownst to them, they moved forward. Standing right in front of the turned King. They licked their lips and opened their mouth, tone final and resound.

      ❝ King Asgore. I have made many friends along the way to your throne room. I ask, for their sake, that you hear me out. ❞ Their legs wobbled as they tried to ignore the invasive, strangely graphic images filling their head. The scenes were brief and cut from one frame of memory to the next. It hurt. The images were flashing too fast! 

      Damn it. Why did these powers have to manifest NOW of all times? 

      They groaned, a hand raising to clutch their head. Alma added softly,  ❝ I’m sorry if this sounds like me pleading for my life. This, if anything, is far from it. ❞ 

      ❝ It’s a proposition and I- ❞  The mage seethed, gritting their teeth as another flashing of images was sent packing in their cranium. 

     Fuck having magic this was an absolute nightmare to endure.   

The king was impressed by their nerve to stand in front of him after he had turned his back to them, so it allowed it to happen. His tired eyes scanned the human, emotionless. Inside though, everything was burning. He had only one purpose, to serve his kingdom. What was one more death for an irredeemable beast such as himself? He had passed the point of no return, and his people needed him to kill once more. Did it matter anymore? He had no choice, and no way to change what he had became. He was disgusting, and he embraced the truth, letting it imprison his heart and soul as cold eyes glared daggers to the ‘enemy’ before him.

A murderer. It was all he was. It was all he would ever be. He would give the human a few more choices to run before their time ran out. When he closed his eyes, he could already hear their screams.

“Human... I am giving you a warning. You have to wrap up any unfinished business you have, and meet me only when you are ready. You are only wasting our time with your talking. If words could change and heal what is broken beyond repair, if they could bring the wronged and make things right... do you believe I would be here? We do what we have to do, and you have no choice. Accept your fate, or die trying.”

His soul ached at the sight of their wobbling and all the anxious movements, showing him someone who was... far from deserving a fate the King would give them. Asgore wanted to help them. He wanted to keep them safe. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

However, it was the humans who took the last bit of hope under the cursed mountain. It was them who brutally murdered his son. It was them who damaged his child to the degree that they gave up on their life. Asgore had never wanted this to happen, but he was killed along them on that wretched day, and what was left of him had no choice but to serve as a tool for his people in their path to freedom.

He watched the human struggle, and he did not care to ponder on what could be the cause of it. He only waited in case this would result in them dying without lifting a finger.

“If you are done, either proceed to the next room and do try to tell me what you have to say as we do what we have to do, or go back. Either way, know that it was all your choice in the end.” He accepted his fate, and this would be a fair fight between the two. However, he doubted the other knew how serious he was about it, still running after a stupid dream. As if King could hear them out, when his people all would fall to despair in a change of plans. It was over now. This human was six humans too late, and maybe even seven...

Toriel was surprised one moment she was looking all through out the underground, Looking for hood or tail of those children of her’s sure Asirel was hyper then a dog hearing a bag of treats be shaken but surely she should have at least caught up to Chara.

Funny how she found herself in new home, Guess she’s been so lost in thought she started heading up rather then back down near the ruins, But everything seemed, off, Like weirdly off, People giving her shocked o strange looks, Toriel didn’t know what to make of it at first, At least til he saw a familiar face of what is, no, what should be her husband.

Her good eye focused on the goat king, There is no way this could be Gorey, he was old strange sort of way she could tell within his gaze, This was not a happy goat.

“Gorey?” the guard captain question, Her voice was a strange mixture of motherly softness and an experienced commander, she took a small step forward, trying to get a better look, This had to be some other goat, it just had to be.   

The familiar nickname made the King gasp, closing his mouth in shock, tears pooling on the edge of his eyes. Could it be...her? It was not possible, not with the current attire she was in. She looked more like a guard than a queen, which Asgore should have expected. The search parties had never found her, so she was undercover. Her being a guard was the least thing the king could expect, especially the duty of the guard being the capture of a human while the queen had left for the same reason. She would have hated being or pretending to be a guard.

In anyway, the curious chatter from the folk around made the king gain his composure, as he gestured his guards to get him and the... stranger out of here. “Please follow me. We-.. We will figure out what’s going on better in silence.” He wanted to offer his hand, but he didn’t want to do so before knowing for sure who the other monster was, and if they would be okay with it. 

If she chose to come with him, it would take only a few minutes to get to the castle. If not, Asgore hoped they would at least be out of the folk’s gaze. He had many burning questions to ask, but they had to have privacy first. He glanced sadly at her, both worried, scared, and... happy. If this person was really her, did that mean she wanted to see him again? ...Was she willing to give him a chance? Would she allow him to speak, and explain why he had to do what he was doing? Asgore clenched his robe right above his chest. It hurt.... He felt so overwhelmed.

Once they reached the calmest place she was willing to follow him to, he gestured at the guards again to give them privacy. Once they were alone, he felt his words sticking to his throat. He looked down, ashamed, scared that she would leave him again if he said one wrong word. ...So he decided not to talk about himself. At all. It... It was alright if she was okay. He just wanted to know if she was safe and sound all these years. Now, he had the chance.

Choice. A funny concept, really. The king had none if he wanted to help his people. He had to become a murderer to avoid his people falling down due to despair. After all seven souls would be corrected, he would need to give up on his own life in a way, absorbing the souls to become godlike. His torment would not be over, however; once he would get to the surface, he would have to erase the humanity from the surface (all the innocent people too) so that his kind could live in peace. The nightmares were nothing compared to reality he had to face.

When he heard from a guard that the last human had fallen, and that they were coming, Asgore found himself lost in the thoughts. There was no time for hesitation, however, he... he would commit the biggest crime the earth had witnessed soon enough. Was he okay with that? Did he really... accept that? If it was only him that would be hurt and gone, he would not nearly mind it this much. If only...

With a last minute decision, the King had stormed out of the Throne Room. He would be delaying the inevitable, but he did not care. He had to clear his mind, and for that he... he would change his ways. He would get to know the human and ask them what they were planning to do. If they were as horrible as the humans usually were, Asgore would kill them on the spot. If their idea did not convince them, he would just go back to corridor leading to the barrier, and battle them. ...If they were a good soul... The third option did not make sense anyway, so Asgore decided to ignore it.

He barged in the guard’s room, and thankfully his guard, Knight Knight, was there. The guards stared at their king in mixture of shock and worry, however, Asgore raised his hand to hush them. “I will need your help. Bring your spare armor as well.” The King commanded to Knight Knight, and left the room.

...

There they were. The human. They looked like a child, which made the King’s heart break at the sight. He was kneeling on the ground, alone, hitting the great staff to the ground. The ‘monster’ had  a black armor ‘and a horned’ helmet, whose voice was muffled under it. “Human... Where do you think you are going?”