a/n: the first time i got to asgore's fight, i sat there crying my crushed mercy button.

also, with all due respect, frisk is not a mute, smh. that's what telephones are for.

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asgore, put down your flowery trident

''

Frisk breathes deeply, calming her racing heart. This is it. This is the moment she's been crawling to the end of Underground for. But... "I don't want to fight you."

But Asgore takes none of it. He only nods sadly and refuses to look at her in the eye. He's about to murder a child for his and his people gain. Asgore attacks her with shaking trident, but Frisk jumps to the side, holding her burning arm, her watering eyes cannot reciprocate the action.

"Asgore!" Frisk calls him, making his grip on the weapon loosen, as the human repeats with more pressure to each word. "I don't want to fight you!"

But he made his choice long ago. When fate took his Asriel and Chara. And he destroyed the Mercy button, so not even the anomaly can do anything about it. "Neither do I, human."

So Frisk stands there, holding her worn dagger with sweaty hands and choking throat. She's been sticking to the stick—Sans corrupts her—only using it for playing with Lesser Dog, Greater Dog, Dogami and Dogaressa... If she uses the stick now, will Asgore stick to it? (Sans corrupts her.)

No, Frisk. Who is she kidding?

Reluctantly, the human starts to push the knife towards Asgore's fluffy, warm, and gentle white fur. The king doesn't even blink, just smiles at the tiniest cut on his left arm. This human... can't even make the effort to hurt him, despite what he has done to the six children before her. Hell, he can even see the dagger shaking in her tiny hands. "It doesn't hurt!" He boasts, shocking Frisk's small body. He still finds the floor more interesting than the child's brown eyes. "You know the rules."

Even though Frisk got here without lifting a weapon, she knows. From the start, it's kill or be killed. But she doesn't want to fight. "No..." Warm liquid starts to form in her eyes. "No, Asgore, your majesty..." Tall above her, nothing seems to move the big, unsmiling wall. It must be hurt. It must be devastating all this time. Asriel and Chara left him. Toriel left him. It's a wonder he's still able to maintain his position as the 'big fuzzy pushover' that he is. As well as his sanity. Frisk lowers her gifted weapon, looking at every mental scar Asgore is hiding. "I don't want you hurt any more..."

The next few loads, Frisk tells Asgore that he's killed her once, twice, thrice, and he nods sadly every time. It's sickening.

Neither the king, the human, nor the anomaly likes this situation. Frisk can't take any second longer, Asgore, too. The anomaly knows that. If this predicament is about to end, it has to be now.

After all, Bergentrückung is playing in the background.

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a/n: i hadn't as much fought anyone before, so having to hurt asgore—our kind, kind asgore—really took me by the heart. i talked i talked i talked but nothing happened, the game didn't progress. so i ended up putting down my PC on the battle screen for half an hour listening to ASGORE like the baby i was.

honestly, i almost cried. stars, toby fox.

so, any thoughts?

02/13/2019 ~oceanole