Something that Asgore has never really noticed until now, is just how dark the streets of Hometown are since the power outage.

The true importance of street lights isn't exactly something that one thinks about on a regular basis, but as Asgore squints at the road in front of him, a small voice in his very soul seems to be telling him to just walk home today.

That's absurd; however, it looks like it might rain, and it takes forever to dry his fur after it gets wet.

Asgore ignores how he stumbles back to his car, almost faceplanting on the way, and almost forgets to do up his seatbelt.

We can't have that, now can we? Seatbelts are very important, and seatbelts save lives. So, Asgore does up his seatbelt and puts the keys in his ignition, and starts up his car.

Everything seems to be going swimmingly. And then Asgore sees a weirdly shaped bump, and before he can fully register why there's a mysterious new speed bump or why it's moving around, there's a THUMP.

The car slows to a stop, and as Asgore exits and squints, his eyes go wide in horror. "Oh! Oh, no, are you alright?" Luckily, he doesn't seem to have hit you too hard with his car.

Gosh, that's certainly not a sentence you thought you'd ever think.

"Here, I'll take you to the hospital, and you can have free flowers for life!"

Then it hits Asgore.

Like a truck. Or a car or something poetic like that.

He lives in his shop; there was no need to go driving at all. Hm. Perhaps he should lay off the liquor until the divorce stops making him want to sob himself to sleep.