Me: Not necessary, but I would recommend you to listen to Lenich and Kirya's ASGORE cover during this drabble.
Shamir: Uh...You really like to put me through hell.
Me: No, Shamir. *hugs the jaguar*
Alphys: Hate to bother you, Shock, but you have any idea when Sans is coming back?
Me: He will, Alphys. I promise!
Shamir: I still haven't met my teenage self, did you forget about that too?
Me: No! Just...be patient, okay? I also apologize if this looks awfully short.
Chara: And they still pressure the fellow.
Gaster: They sure do.
Drabble...huh?
Start.
BOND OF A FATHER AND HIS SON
Shamir opened his eyes to the white ceiling, as he left out a loud yawn, and rose from the comfortable bed he slept in. He then started stretching out his arms and legs, as well as his tail, and donned his white robes with the blue Delta Rune, briefly smiling at how he looked.
He opened the door and left out a small sigh, as there was no scent of butterscotch, meaning that his mother didn't make any pie for the morning - and started descending the stairs while carefully cleaning his fur and eyes.
Asgore was leisurely sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book from Toriel's bookcase, apparently quite engrossed in it. Shamir cleared out his throat and greeted his father, while smiling shyly, and opened the large fridge - yet he couldn't see anything else than snail containers - while he wasn't particularly a fan of snails, he had nothing else to eat, and picked up one of those containers, closing the fridge.
The jaguar then opened the container and looked at the contents with a somewhat disgusted expression, which made the king smirk under his book - he often wondered if Shamir would cast aside Toriel's pie if there wasn't any - and saw his son trying to eat snail after snail, but the jaguar's face scrunched up after each eaten snail, turning him a little pale.
"Forget about the snails, Shamir." Asgore said, suddenly. "Tori left you some pie in the oven, it's still warm."
"Eh?" the jaguar turned to his father with a comical expression, while still feeling bad from the last snail he just ate, "And why didn't you say anything until now?"
"You were determined to eat those snails, even if that would've made you sick." his father laughed, "And I don't contradict a determined monster."
"Heh." Shamir laughed a little, "Well, I can't leave the container like this."
"Give me those, I'll tell it was me who ate them. Take that pie and enjoy yourself." Asgore beamed at the jaguar.
"Thanks, Dad." Shamir smiled as he rushed to the oven, the scent of butterscotch and cinnamon filling his nostrils. "Can we drink some tea as well? My stomach is a little upset after the snails I've eaten."
"Of course, son." the kingly monster nodded as he closed the book he was reading, and rose from the table to make some Golden Flower Tea.
Asgore noticed that his son was blissfully eating the slice of pie Toriel left for him, and yet his eyes were betraying the inner turmoil he's been going through, in the last few days and nights. He knew that it wasn't easy to get Shamir to open up, as the jaguar had a stronger bond with Toriel than himself - yet as a good father that he was, Asgore was willing to try and talk with his son on a deeper level - as Shamir himself was now in the position of being a father to Undyne and Alphys. The kingly monster poured some water in the kettle and placed a paw over one of the stove's burners to light a fire, while his mind was trying to find a right way to approach his son's issues. He then placed the kettle over the fire and sat himself back in the chair, again captivated by the book he was reading.
Shamir noticed briefly the title of the book, named Valley of Fear, but he couldn't make out the name of the author. It was a curious choice of a book, as he remembered he didn't see this one before, nor heard his mother reading to him from it - but apparently Asgore was very interested in that book, that interested that he forgot to take the kettle off the fire.
"I've got this, Dad." the jaguar smiled, as he extinguished the fire under the kettle. "What's that book about?"
"Ah, it's about a detective, called Sherlock Holmes. This is a very, very interesting case so far." Asgore said, rubbing his chin.
"Name rings a bell..." Shamir said curiously, while his father rose to place the tea bags in two large mugs and gently pour the hot water in them.
"I think your mother may have read you this human's stories before, but not this one." the kingly monster smiled gently. "Perhaps the title itself deterred her from picking the book."
"Oh, now I remember!" Shamir suddenly exclaimed, "I think I said one day I want to be like Holmes."
"You looked so adorable when playing detective, among the leaves." Asgore smiled as he drank some tea.
"Dad..." the jaguar said as he drank some tea himself, "I actually have to ask you something."
"What is it, Shamir?" the king shifted for a moment in his seat, before placing back his mug on the table.
"How did you manage...uh," the feline scratched his head for a moment before exhaling, "being a father? Generally speaking, I mean."
"Is this about you and Alphys? Because I've noticed you're quite tired, lately. And I hate to say it, but if you keep going like this..."
"I know, Dad. But I..." Shamir fiddled with his paws before answering, "I want to be a good father to her and Undyne. I want to support both of them as much as I can."
"It's understandable, Shamir." the king nodded, "But you also have to let them grow on their own. Anyway, how is fixing that machine going?"
"Well, to be frank, all that strange language of...Doctor Gaster, is it?" the feline frowned, "It's kind of difficult to fully decipher the doctor's entries, even with Sans' notes about the alphabet Gaster used. Not to mention I've found a warning within the skeleton's notes."
"What kind of warning?"
"...Don't forget that the mystery gets deeper. Don't say I didn't warn you," Shamir said, shaking his head.
"I see. Doctor Gaster used to be a very cryptic man...even I couldn't get half of the things he wanted to tell me." Asgore nodded.
"Oh. Anyway...could you borrow me that book one day?" Shamir said.
"Sure, Shamir." the king said as he smiled towards his son, "And remember... Being a father doesn't mean only being there for them when they need support. Being a father means also to let them grow and discover things on their own."
"Thanks, Dad." the jaguar smiled as he left the Dreemurr household, to see what Undyne was up to.
"Shamir is a very smart jaguar, he will figure out how to be a father. He can nail it most of the times, and strangely enough, he is not that bad at naming things as I am. Perhaps Tori managed to rub off him more than I did. Nevertheless, he is my son, and he will be strong when the time will need it." the monster sovereign thought as he returned to reading his book.
