“Ugh… Great, someone’s here…” A little Goat Monster wearing a black-and-red striped shirt groaned. “Greetings, my name is Asriel Dreemurr.” He seemed to take after his mom, Queen Toriel, and had a feisty and rude personality.

“What do you want?” He asked in a bit of a rude tone, though it was clear he was trying to be nice. He was trying his best to be kinder to humans and monsters alike. He was 9 years old and could be very mischievous.