Here's Chapter 2. Thanks so much for these few followers accumulated in just one night! I really love the support! I'll write and release chapters almost every weekend. This is gonna be a long story. Enjoy!

2. An Idea

Toriel was hesitantly pouring tea into Asgore's cup. Asgore was tapping one finger on the table. He wouldn't classify this moment as awkward, but terrifying. Yes, that's the word. Terrifying. Horrific. But awkward would have to do right now.

Toriel sat down. She drank her tea looking down, ignoring Asgore as much as possible. Hatred. Absolute hatred. No one cared either. Not for Asgore. Modern civilization has heard his story, but they saw him as a miserable and horrifying creature. He would yell for company.

But nobody would come…

Asgore started to regret coming to Toriel for help, but he would never stop thinking he needed her. Finally, he cracked.

"I can't stay like this anymore, Toriel. Please. I don't want you to forgive me. I just want our family back."

"..."

Toriel just sat there, looking out the window. Looking at Frisk play in the leaves. It was ironic. Toriel may feel happy without Asgore, but remembering those times when she didn't have a proper child, a fighter, a dancer, a cooker, a nerd, a cowboy...a murderer, brought pain. She was alone as well. She doesn't live in the past as much as Asgore, though…

"As-"

She was cut off by Frisk running in. They noticed Asgore was still here. They didn't care though. But they did have questions.

"Mommy? What's wrong with Daddy?"

Toriel just smiled a little.

"He just wanted to see us, my child; Be with us for a while."

"Okay!" They yelled. Frisk ran off to another room.

Toriel started again, "Asgore, you may have no business here, and I may not forgive you any time sooner or later, but...I understand too. I'll think of some way to..."

She shuddered,"Help you..."

Asgore just shrugged with a blank face while looking out the window. He needed her, but at least she was actually cooperating with him for the first time in what felt like a century.

"I'll be on my way then," he sadly said.

"I'll see you tomorrow...maybe not"

While Asgore left, Toriel stared at him. He looked back, then turned around, walked to his garden, and started watering the flowers. Toriel still sat, staring at her golden flower tea. Frisk then walked in, sitting next to Toriel.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, my child"

"Can Daddy come with us on our trip?"

"…...sure"

"Hopefully, Daddy's more happy right?"

"…...yeah"

'What am I doing?' She thought. And she was right. Never in her life would she let Asgore come with them. ANYWHERE. It's as if the world was ending.

….

Night had crawled its way onto the neighborhood. Alphys and Undyne's TV was still on. They were probably watching "Anime". Asgore wondered what kind. Swords or guns. Princesses or Giants. Oh well.

Asgore had a chair on his porch. Several actually, but just to sit in different spots. He sat outside, on a wide bench, just staring into the night sky, drinking tea. He smiled a bit, then closed his eyes. When he opened them again, Toriel was there. He jumped a bit.

"Hey."

"…?"

"Do you mind…?" Toriel gestured towards the empty seat of the bench. Asgore slowly shook. his head with an expression too confused to be even real.

"Thank you..." Toriel sat down next to him. They were both staring at the suburban night sky.

Asgore felt something on his shoulder. He flinched when he felt it slowly lower into his arm.

Toriel dozed off.

Are any of you freaking out? I'm not...

Kek