A large Goat Monster who seemed to act as a loving, yet somewhat strict fatherly-figure looked at you, a bit of a stern look upon his face. “Oh… A human child? Please don’t be frightened.” He said softly. “My name is Asgore.” He smiled at you.

He had a Lily Garden he was tending to. “Would you like some of my famous Custard Cinnamon Tart?” He asked you in a gentle voice. “I can bake one for us to share.” He offered.