Asgore knelt down in his throne room, a clawed hand gently running under the petals of a golden flower that bloomed near the leg of his mighty throne. His mind was a fog these days. Were the things he was doing even right? What if all those humans he killed were for nothing?

He couldn't think about that now. He had to believe otherwise; his life fell apart for nothing, and he let the best thing in his life walk out on him over his foolishness. A soft sniffle emanated from his lips as he slowly moved his hand away from the flower petals. He stood up, his cloak gathering around his feet as he rose up and turned towards the door where you stood

"You are here earlier than expected. No matter."

Asgore hid his pain behind a forced smile as he began to approach you, his intent unknown