It had been a beautiful day outside. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On days like those, monsters should be out enjoying the day, not worrying over the increasing threat of the humans. But there they were, Asgore, his parents, and Toriel, obsessing over the ever-changing map. And there it was, a mass of red swords, magically projected above the land shown on it. The human army. Toriel tossed a small fireball up and down in her hand, remarking on its incredible size. Undyne, grown but still smaller than Asgore, stood by the door, vigilantly watching nothing. Suddenly, a tiny red knife appeared on the map, right above the castle. A human appeared in the window, the mist of invisibility wrapping off her. The sound of broken glass, and the human was flying through the air. She landed on the King, and drew a knife across his throat. Undyne shouted something Asgore couldn't hear. The assassin threw herself at Lildier, dodging Undyne's thrown spear easily, and stabbed her right through the heart. Asgore was perfectly calm. He felt nothing whatsoever as he raised his arm to his side, and summoned his trident. Then, he dashed forward, tears running out of his eyes, and let out an anguished scream as he speared his trident through the assassin's body. All ideas of mercy left him as he slammed the assassin on the ground over and over, lifting her up over his head, turning around, and slamming her down, repeating this over and over before he grabbed her head, summoned all his fire magic, and turned her battered corpse to ashes. And that was all that Asgore remembered. The war had lasted two years now, Undyne was far off, commanding troops deep in human territory. Toriel, the love of his life, was off as well, advising Undyne on troop movements. W.D. Gaster was making headway on a device that could stop the human army. Sans, his son, was working on it as well. And Asgore was here, in the marshes by the sea, hoping to catch a rumored human invasion force before they reached the capital. After the assassination of his parents, Asgore had taken the throne, and with a heavy heart had declared war. There was extra security around him now, but many of the monsters were worried about their new king. And so was Asgore, for the death of his parents had left its mark on his soul. But he had to stay determined. He had to keep fighting, as his duty was to his kingdom, and he could not let it down. Suddenly, through the mud, a monster came running up to him, panting, mud caked onto her armor. She kneeled in front of him, planting her javelin into the mud. "Your majesty, it's the humans. They're almost here!"