Hello everyone ! This is my first fanfic in English, so tell me if there is any mistake ! Here's my version of Fellswap Asgore, I hope you will like it :) By the way, I decided to write neutral gender for humans.

Good reading !

This world is broken.

It had been so long, since the law "kill or be killed" had ruled the Underground, that almost everyone forgot the world wasn't the hopeless and dark place monsters were used to.

Almost everyone.

One soul remembered.

One soul knew that Monsterkind didn't deserve hate and pain.

And because of it, he was hunted without mercy.

His name was Asgore.

He fled a long time ago, understanding that everything he tried to save his people from this hate was hopeless.

He hadn't lost hope, but everyone else had.

That hate corrupted monsters, first of all his wife, and they tried to end the King.

So he left.

He wanted his wife back.

He wanted his children back.

He wanted peace back.

And instead of it, he had to live alone, in the Ruins.

He didn't give up.

He taught monsters from the Ruins not to kill.

Not to hate each other.

Not to degrade last ounces of kindness and compassion.

The Ruins became a bastion of resistance. Each monster who didn't to kill, to be killed, to lose their sanity, found a refuge into the catacombs.

The King was their protector, their master of pacifism.

But even the ruler of a kingdom could fail against madness.

The atmosphere, filled with negative emotions, corrupted every mind underground, no matter the walls and closed doors.

Asgore tried to stay safe from it.

It almost broke his mind.

He fought back. Fought back and could have lost, if something didn't make him smile again.

He called for help.

And someone came.

« I forgot their name. But I remember every details, every expression of their face. They were a kind and innocent little one, fallen in this place and bringing happiness. But they had family, friends, at the surface. And when they said they wanted to return home, I let them go.

« Did you ever wonder why each human who passed through this door never hurt anyone, before being murdered ?

« The Pacifist ones, I taught them how to fight and show mercy, and how to survive in this bloody world. But they didn't last outside, did they ?

« The Genocidal ones, I killed them.

« Even if I have their blood on my hands, I won't let anyone hurt my people anymore.

« In addition to being a traitor, I am now a murderer.

« Could you promise me something, my friend ? If I am too weak, if a murderer leaves the Ruins, you will kill them. But if theirs hands are clean of dust… »

His tone became lower. Behind the door, the other one listened silently. Then, he took some time before he answered calmly :

« I promise »