#alphgore

In times of stress, Alphys found it difficult to recover. As intelligent as she’d like to think herself, managing something as heavy as a stressful situation wasn’t her strong suit, as it usually ended up in things spiraling out of control for her. Rarely could she face such a dire moment without either completely abandoning it or making a mess of herself and the situation. When she had first taken up the position for Head Royal Scientist, she had sworn to herself that the former wouldn’t happen any longer; and yet, despite the circumstances, she had stuck to that rule, and was now trapped in the latter.

She honestly didn’t know what to do anymore. She had made many mistakes in the past, but most could either be fixed with a simple recalculation or a redo. This, however, was something that could not be fixed, no matter how hard she tried.

She had been horrified at first, as one would expect. The way they trudged down the halls and disappeared into tiny cracks or imitate life and objects so realistically was something only straight from a nightmare. They could still speak, but it was all drowned out by their incessant white noise as they all talked to her at once. It was unbearable to even be around them, much less look at them. They had once been separate monsters, all with lives and hopes and dreams and families, and she had ruined it all with one stupid decision.

She did try to reverse the process, but only once. It was the Memory Head she had tried to separate, despite the fact she couldn’t even tell which part was which. With a mix of a few chemicals, she worked on the monster amalgamate, trying to spit it apart. Indeed, it did split apart, but not in the way she had imagined. Now, there’s three of the same monster, and she doesn’t know how to change them back.

It was mere days later that she began to receive the phone calls. She answered them all at first, attempting to make excuses to the families about the conditions of their relatives. However, the questions soon became more stressful and hard to answer with each call, and mist ended up with her making an excuse to hang up. Within the next day, she had stopped answering calls completely. Letters went unanswered. She didn’t travel outside of Hotland anymore.

She just wanted to be disappear.

When she heard a knock at the door a week later, she grew anxious, and at the same time, curious. She expected a family member of one of the monsters would be behind that door, ready to interrogate her and beat her up. Instead, she found a Whimsalot she had never seen before waiting outside her door. He gave her a letter before wishing her goodbye and leaving. She was confused at who the letter could have come from, until she was the official looking wax stamp on the front. Oh no.

She opened the letter hesitantly, as if something would pop out and hurt her. As expected, it was a summons. King Asgore himself requested her audience. Well, her time was obviously up. She could see no other reason why he’d summon her other than to fire her. She wanted to just hide under her bed and pretend that the letter didn’t exist, but she couldn’t ignore this. It would only be a matter of time before the king was at her door, demanding answers. So she dried up her falling tears, said goodbye to her precious lab, and ventured off to new home.

Alphys got lost at first, being unfamiliar with the place in question, but soon found herself at the king’s doorstep. She sucked in any tears threatening to fall and knocked.

Seconds later, the king of all monsters appeared. Tall, broad, and a good six times her size, he was a sight to behold; he yet, he looked somewhat gentle.  

Alphys expected to be fired right on the spot, but was surprised when she was invited inside his home. She stood silent in the doorway, watching him walk over to the counter of his kitchen to take off a boiling pot of tea. He smiled over at her, asking her to take a seat and offering her a cup of tea. She was obviously taken aback by the question, but graciously accepted. You don’t just refuse tea from the king, after all, even if he was about to tell you off and tell you to pack your bags and leave.

Asgore hummed, taking a moment to prepare the cups, but once he did, he served Alphys her’s as he sat down. Well, here was the firing part. But to her silent shock, he didn’t say a word of it. Instead, he began to ask how she was feeling, and if she was alright. She was obviously taken aback, but still answered anyways, lying and saying she was fine and that everything was okay with her. He seemed slightly relieved, telling her that he had been worried after she stopped answering his calls and didn’t respond to a letter she had sent. This was probably because she had ignored them. She was a bit embarrassed by this fault on her part, but still thanked the king and apologized for not contacting him. He found it to be quite alright and began to ask her about her work, making it simple and not putting to much pressure in his questions. She appreciated this and answered mostly truthfully, surprised by her king’s generosity and kindness.  

The conversation lasted only thirty minutes, but Alphys was left with a warm feeling in her soul by the end of it. Eventually, he was summoned away for his duties, but stopped to tell Alphys that he was there for her. He told her that should he ever needed someone to talk to, or someone to trust, he was there to help her. Ans with that, he left.