So. Here's the Fanfic. Undertale. Hopefully you guys enjoy it. I haven't figured a way to start it though. But it's cool...it's cool. I'll have more chapters soon. Just be patient. Anyway. Enjoy my Asgore x Toriel fanfic. Don't worry about the ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)parts. They're "coming" soon (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Sorry if this sucks.
Part I. The Dethroned King.
1. A beginning
ONE MONTH AFTER SURFACING
'It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing. Flowers are blooming; Perfect weather for a game of catch.'
That's the only thing Asgore thought about while watering his garden. He kept staring at it. 'Buttercups', he thought. Painful memories, now washed away, only leaving a stain in his soul. But that's done with. All he cared about was his garden.
And her.
Toriel.
He regrets it often. No. Not often. ALL the time. Those moments. Those painful moments; Killing innocent children just to destroy The Barrier. He felt like an idiot. He was one, too. He just can't keep it in anymore. He is one. And it's the truth.
He noticed he was watering his flowers too much while contemplating his existence. Another day, another drowning flower, caused by a monster. The emotional one. The kind that everyone says you are because of one thing you did. He knew it though. There was no point. So far The Surface has just been the same as his throne room.
Lonely...
Sad…
Asgore isn't one to swear, but he would've also called it, "A FUCKING NIGHTMARE. A PAIN IN THE ASS. SO SHITTY THAT EVERYONE WOULDN'T EVEN BOTHER COMING BY TO SAY, 'HELLO'." At least in a nutshell…
Asgore finally finished watering his Buttercups. He sat with his legs crossed staring at them. He was dozing off when he felt a tap on his wrist. Frisk – their smile reflecting the sunlight – was facing Asgore. "Why have you come my child?" He so curiously inquired, his smile quivering a little.
"...hOI!" They yelled. Frisk ran off into Toriel's home. Asgore turned abruptly, keeping his legs crossed. He could see Toriel through her front patio. She saw him. Asgore timidly smiled. Toriel had a blank expression. She stormed indoors. Asgore jumped to the slam of the door from several meters away. 'Still haven't changed huh?' He thought. Asgore fell on his back, spreading his arms and legs out wide. Unfortunately, it was scorching outside. He felt, wrong; His face being grilled hotter than Grillby's Burgs.
Again, he was falling asleep, only to be interrupted by…? He couldn't tell. The sun was blinding him. He couldn't even make out a shadow.
"hey," the figure said.
Asgore finally had the heart to sit up. He felt a bit of moisture on his sweatshirt.
"umm you got some sins on your back"
Asgore peeled off the thing wetting his back. There was a clump of several buttercups.
'FUCK'
Asgore groaned at the time wasted watering those flowers, but he has something – or someone – to deal with. He tried feeling the figure's "arms". They were big – puffy even.
"Sans?"
"yeah"
Sans reached his hand out to Asgore, hoping he would shake it, but he remembered. Asgore always had a grudge against him. He always thought Sans and Toriel were together now that Asgore's out of the picture. Literally, too. Every photo that he saw with him in it when he often visited Toriel had tears. Huge chunks ripped off. They all used to have him in them. Now they're just self-portraits. So, Sans immediately ripped out his hand from Asgore's grip. 'just friends' He thought. 'just friends'...
"so hows it going asgore?"
Asgore stayed silent. 'Just friends' He thought. 'Just friends'
"Same as usual, Sans. How's Tori?"
"i dont know probably baking her one millionth pie"
'Pie. Not another memory. Pie. So many countless times. Pie. Trying to recreate that golden magnificence. Pie. So lonely. Pie. Recipes wasted. Pie. Stop. Pie. I can't handle it. Pie.'
"I HAVE TO GO FLOWER SOME WATERS…!"
"..."
Asgore walked a fast pace for someone as big as him. He walked away from his home, down more streets, into wooded areas. The wind was howling. His hair flowed with it. He stopped at the edge of a forest. He had nothing else to do – nowhere else to go. He stared at it. It looked familiar. Like a wall crossed with a tunnel. A Barrier.
He walked back home. Sans disappeared. He had nothing else to do. He went to Toriel's residence. He needed help. At least a break from all this suffering.
On the way there he grabbed his mail. Inside was a package saying, "ONE FREE COUPON TO G'S SHAVING CLUB!" Asgore scoffed and checked the sender:
~ TO: ASGORE~
~ FROM: sans ~
That goat-fucker…
He crushed the package in his hands. He was too reluctant to realize there were also razor blades. They sliced him. '1HP Lost. Great.' He thought.
As he made his way on to her porch, Frisk came out, with a blank expression this time, like always. He looked puzzled at the fact that Asgore was here. Asgore shyly smiled his shyly shy smile.
"Mommy! Daddy's here!"
Toriel came out. Asgore couldn't take his eyes off h-
"Tea?" Toriel sarcastically asked. Asgore nodded slowly. He interrupted her way to the kitchen.
"Toriel. I need to talk to you."
Ugh, this is trash, isn't it...?