The birds were chirping, the sun was shining. It was a beautiful day, many monsters went out to enjoy it, whether it was to the park, to the forests, or more urban activities such as shopping.

Frisk and Toriel, her new mother through adoption, were no exception. They peacefully browsed a clothing store, enjoying their time together. Teasing each other with silly or embarrassing articles of clothing, or simply admiring a well made piece.

It was altogether disgustingly girly.

"Alright Frisk, I'm going to try these on, do you mind waiting out here while i'm gone?"

Frisk nodded her head, a happy smile plastered on her face.

Toriel giggled and entered the changing room area.

Frisk, being the way she was, began to wander. Toriel tended to take a long time doing things like this, so she knew she had time to explore the store a little more. After all it was pretty large, at least for a store in Monster Town, as the humans called it.

Eventually she came upon a cute patterned skirt she wanted. It looked like it would match her striped shirt she wore in the underground. Frisk inspected the price tag.

Her face twisted when she saw the price.

"Hey kiddo! What are you looking at?"

Frisk jumped around, a huge smile on her face.

In front of her stood Asgore, he was helping raise Frisk. The situation between he and Toriel was still complicated, they shared time with the young girl while they sought out where their strained relationship would take them.

Today wasn't one of Asgore's days with her, but Frisk was always happy to see her goat dad. So she revealed the skirt she was looking at to him.

A moment passed while he pretended to scrutinize the skirt carefully.

"I think that would look beautiful on you Frisk!"

Asgore laughed sweetly while wrapping her in a tight embrace, causing Frisk to break out in giggles.

This was the happiest they had ever been.

It was altogether disgustingly adorable.

"Alright, so you want this right?"

Asgore placed her back on the ground.

Frisk nodded her head, shortly after she showed him the price tag with a frown.

"Hm, it's not a bad price. Come on I'll buy it for you."

Frisk brightened up and ran after Asgore's long strides.

While in line, Frisk received a status update on her phone. It was a picture from Alphys with a caption underneath.

"Boulder throwing contest with the new guy. Intense!"

The picture depicted Undyne and Lucifer tossing boulders at a mountain. Papyrus stood nearby trying his best to pick one up, Sans slept on top of Papyrus's boulder.

"Frisk! what have I told you about wandering off like this? My child what am I going to do with y-."

Toriel stopped short when she spotted Asgore.

"Hello, Asgore."

"H-hello Toriel. Sorry, I didn't mean to take Frisk away from you, I was just buying her something she wanted."

Asgore clumsily blurted out.

Toriel looked towards Frisk.

Frisk nodded her head, hoping her goat mom wouldn't get angry.

"I know you wouldn't do that Asgore. I just want some quality time with Frisk. It's our shopping day you know…"

Toriel monotoned while she placed the clothes she wanted on the checkout counter.

Asgore's smile faltered for a moment.

"Yes of course. Sorry, I'll be on my way now. See you two later!"

Frisk gave him one more hug before he left. She looked up at Toriel sadly.

Toriel picked up on her message right away.

"Frisk I know, I'm sorry but it's not easy for me. It's going to be awhile before I can even begin to forgive him."

Frisk looked down at the floor and nodded her head.

Toriel hated making her sweet little girl sad.

"Want to buy some nice cream?"

Asgore sat in the town's park. The flowers were blooming and healthy, such a sight helped alleviate his somber mood.

"Hello handsome King sir. Why the sad look on such a beautiful day?"

Mettaton spun up to him, a rose held in his mouth.

"Is it really any of your business Entertainer?"

Asgore grumpily replied.

Mettaton's mouth opened, the rose fell dramatically slow. The king had never been so mean to him. Or anyone from what he knew.

"I may be able to help, if it involves matters of- the HEART!"

Asgore's eyes widened.

"You- what are you talking about?"

"Ho ho. Hon, I know all about you and Toriel's strained relations, I know you ache to be with your lover once again…"

*Mettaton poses, placing his hand over his… Heart.

"Yes. That is true. But what can you do about it?"

*Mettaton giggles and wags his finger.

"I am a professional when it comes to love, I can teach you surefire ways to get back with your beloved!"

Asgore ignored the hope rising in his heart and crossed his arms.

"Can you really do such a thing? Do you even understand WHY she left me?"

"Of course I do. She did not agree with how you decided to react to your children's death. That is exactly why I can help!"

Asgore steps back, genuinely surprised.

"Then please, tell me, how do I get her to forgive me!?"

Mettaton looks up to the sky.

"Ha ha ha, follow me hon…"

"Er. How is this supposed to help our situation?"

Asgore awkwardly pulled on the skirt he was wearing, feeling a bit violated.

*Mettaton sighs.

"You must get more in touch with your feminine side in order to understand her side of things better. Woman love men who are emotionally in touch with themselves."

*Asgore raises an eyebrow.

"Everyone tells me I am pretty feminine for a male."

"Why do you think she disagreed with your actions darling? Because for a moment you made an irrational decision when you were blinded by anger and testosterone. Now, do you understand what you have to do when they are walking by?"

*Asgore squints and strokes his beard.

"I think so. Not that I believe it will hel-"

"Oh shh shh. No more doubts, doubt kills confidence."

Asgore was now thoroughly confused.

"Oh! there they are, quick get in position. "

Mettaton jumped into a tall hedge to hide himself, and put on his disguise.

Asgore did not think he was mentally prepared for this.

The two were getting closer, it was almost time for him to nonchalantly reveal himself.

There, they were at the perfect distance now.

"MY! What a gorgeous afternoon! These flowers really match my dress and purse, my my my!"

Asgore forced out in as high a pitched voice he could manage.

"MY purse has so much gold in it. But I don't have to worry about that in Monster town! Everyone is so friendly!"

Toriel and Frisk stopped and stared at this spectacle.

Asgore starts to sweat nervously.

"YUP! I'M PERFECTLY SAFE HERE."

His nervousness forced him to shout.

Toriel starts to lead Frisk away from the scene.

Then Mettaton pops out of the shadows.

"Give me that purse ugly woman!"

He shouts, pulling on Asgore's purse.

Agore forgot he had to act for a moment, making Mettatons attempt to mug him look pathetic. Asgore's arm wasn't even budging.

"oh. OH NO! SOMEONE HELP ME!"

Asgore tried to look like he was struggling.

*Frisk threw tufts of grass at Mettaton. Mettaton does his best to ignore this.

"HA HA HA! You are just a weak pushover! The only way to stop me is to hurt me!"

For a few moments it's silent, as Asgore tried to remember his lines.

"NO! Never! When I acted out of anger in the past, it only brought me misery! NEVER AGAIN!"

Asgore pulled his purse back so hard Mettatton came with it.

"T-that is a naive way of thinking, weak girl!"

Mettaton stuttered out.

"NO! It is the only true way!"

Asgore yelled back, snatched the purse away, and ran off behind the hedge.

Frisk and Toriel could still see his horns.

*Mettaton falls to the ground.

"Darn it! My target got away by being peaceful. How strange!"

He then ran off in a different direction.

A thick silence fell over the park.

"...Come on Frisk. Let's… Go to the fountain."

Frisk nodded her head, feeling that the situation somehow took care of itself.

"I feel the results of our little scenario showing themselves already, it's wonderful isn't it darling?"

Mettaton sat across Asgore in an outdoor cafe.

"All I feel is embarrassment. Toriel will never look at me without thinking about that ever again…"

Mettaton let out a huff.

"Hon, that's a good thing! She won't be able to stop thinking about you, I promise that."

Asgore didn't have a reply, so he drank his tea.

"I have another idea that is sure to make her think about you even more. Want to hear it?"

Asgore closed his eyes.

"Fine. What is it?"

"Well, it's going to be shocking!"

Asgore walked down the sidewalk of the main shopping district in Monster Town. It was busy, since it was a weekend. Cars drove past with happy families in them.

All of his citizens greeted him joyously. He was well loved after all.

"Now, you know what you have to do again, darling?"

Mettaton whispered from a glamorous trashcan.

Asgore hesitantly nodded his head.

"Good, let me get myself ready. They will be here soon."

Asgore spotted Frisk and Toriel exiting a small candy shop.

He continued to greet any and all that approached him.

Then, he spotted Mettaton in his new disguise. A fancy women's dress. Complete with a sun umbrella and poofy skirt.

Frisk and Toriel began walking down the street in their direction.

Asgore felt his heart jump into his throat.

As Mettaton passed him, he gave a thumbs up and a wink.

Asgore did not react.

Then, it began.

They saw a fancy looking sports car driving down the street, at a safe speed.

Asgore swallowed his heart.

Mettaton waved at someone in the distance, and a bright light blinded the car as it drove down the road.

Mettaton jumped out on to the street.

"Ohhhh no! I tripped and hurt my ankle! I can't possibly get up in time to avoid getting squashed like a bug by that heavy, mean car!"

Mettaton posed on the street dramatically.

The car started to swerve towards him.

And, out of nowhere, Frisk jumped in front of Mettaton, her arms spread wide.

"Frisk! Oh my gods, Frisk get out of the way!"

Toriel screamed.

Mettaton himself broke character for a moment.

"S-sweetheart! Get out of here!"

Asgore on the other hand, completely changed. In a split second he was there, a few yards in front of Frisk and Mettaton.

He was about to do one of the craziest things he had ever attempted.

He gripped the car and pushed back against it with all his strength. The initial impact jolted his body, but he would not fail. Not again!

Asgore was so filled with determination, that he began to lift the car as the driver stepped on the break's as quickly as they could.

"NGGAAAHHHH!" Roared Asgore, as he held the car in the air.

Crisis averted, thought Frisk.

Toriel ran over to her and worriedly inspected her, like she was making sure she was still real. Asgore slammed the car back on to the ground and ran over to Frisk as well.

Out of the car came Papyrus, Sans, Undyne and Alphys. Whom also ran over to the group gathered in the road.

"Frisk you idiot! Don't jump in the road so suddenly like-"

Undnye stopped yelling when she saw the Queen and King sobbing as they squeezed their adopted child.

Frisk looked ready to pop.

Sans nudged Alphys, and nodded his head to the escaping Mettaton.

"Of course he would be involved! I'-I'll have to give him a good talking to…"

"Or I could make his ass scrap metal!"

Undyne angrily whispered.

Papyrus started crying. Sans did his best to comfort him and let him know none of it was his fault.

So, it took a while, but the four youngsters managed to convince Asgore and Toriel to let go of Frisk long enough to move to a better space, that better space being New Grillby's.

Grillby gave them the quietest spot he could manage after seeing the King and Queens damp faces, and gave them all their favorites from the menu.

He didn't speak a single word.

It was silent for a long while, as Toriel and Asgore, sitting on either side of their child, quietly regained control of themselves.

"So, uh. Are you guys alright?"

Undyne shifted uncomfortably.

The two royals nodded and spoke up at the same time.

"Yes we are fine. Thank you for caring."

The two glanced at each other, surprised by this synchronized answer.

"I think all of us were shocked… Frisk was trying to be too heroic."

Sans said after taking a gulp of ketchup.

Papyrus wiped away the last of his tears.

"SOMEONE SHONE A BRIGHT LIGHT INTO MY EYES. I ALMOST DON'T FEEL LIKE DRIVING EVER AGAIN.."

"That wasn't your fault Papyrus. Some douche bag did that."

Undyne squeezed her friend.

After that it was silent for a few moments.

"Um, could you kids please leave me and Asgore alone for a little? We must talk. Watch Frisk CAREFULLY okay?"

They all complied without a question, and took Frisk out to Grillby's main room.

The two sat in silence for a long while, neither wishing to start, but both knew it was meant to happen.

"Asgore."

Asgore flinched.

"Yes Toriel?"

Toriel breathed in deep.

"You know what's really strange? Even after all this time, after all this heartache, all this pain, all the bad experiences, the long mind bendingly depressing loneliness… I still can't bring myself to hate you."

Asgore felt a tear drip down his cheek.

"Seeing you out there, protecting Frisk with so much passion… Reminded me of some of the reasons I fell in love with you. I still can't forgive you, but, I would like to start trying now."

Asgore nearly shouted in surprise, but he remained in control of his outward appearance.

His heart began thumping loudly.

"I have some rules of course... But we will go over those later. Do you want to start trying, with me?"

Toriel turned and stuck out her hand for a shake.

Asgore immediately complied and shook her hand.

"Of course, you are so kind to-to offer this."

Toriel smiled for a split second, before going back to her straight laced act.

"Don't make me regret it."