Monsters filled the corridor beneath the Royal house, and impatient and nervous murmurs filled the air. Toriel shot a nervous glance at Gerson as the restless monsters became more boisterous.
"What are we waiting on?" One shouted.
"Is the King even coming?" Another shouted.
"Probably not" a elderly vegetoid shouted in response, "The coward is just a child, he has no business leading anyway!"
"Yeah, he's probably staying in the safety of his home and sending us all out to die!"
"No he's not he's just-" Toriel started trying to calm them down.
"Oh shut up! What do you know? Nothing, you're just as much as a coward as he is, but at least you bothered to show up!" The vegetoid yelled again.
"Excuse me?" Toriel's voice raised, "That is no way to talk to you future-"
"Queen?" The vegetoid cackled, "You have no mo-"
Gerson opened his mouth to quell the crowd but before he could, a booming voice overed the hall, "That is ENOUGH!"
The monsters immediately silenced and shifted to either side as Asgore and proudly made his way to the door. Once he got there he turned to face his people, he cleared his throat, "Erm, excuse me for that, and for keeping you waiting, I had a few loose ends to tie up before we could leave."
"Took you long enough!" yelled the vegetoid. Gerson opened his mouth to tell the monster off, but the King silenced him with a hand motion, earning a satisfied look from Gerson as he leaned back on his old hammer.
"Oh I forgot about you for a moment," Asgore's face was serious, but his voice was heavily laced with sarcasm, "Since you believe so heavily that I'm sending you out to die, you won't object to staying behind then, will you? Unless you want to be the first person out the door, wear this crown, and be responsible for whatever we have to face out there and likely be the first one to die, cause if that's the case I'll gladly step down. It's your choice of course."
The vegetoid scoffed and turned around, making his way back to the city, "Well I never! Doesn't matter to me though, only a fool would follow that imbecile."
Asgore did not flinch as the vegetoid left, but simply stated, "Anyone else who has the same view is offered the same choice, stay behind or take charge, but if I hear one word against my wife and your future queen, regardless of how far we make it, I will send you back here with nothing more than your ration of food. Now are there any takers?"
The room was quiet, Asgore nodded, "That's what I thought."
He turned around facing the door, glancing at Toriel, who was suppressing a laugh, but gave him a reassuring look, and then to Gerson, who had a smug, yet proud smile on his face. With that, Asgore pushed open the door to the Underground as a chilly gust of wind and snow swept its way through the corridor.
Under his breath Asgore muttered, "This is going to be harder than I thought."