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Chapter 10. The Tenth Day
Unbelievably, it's already been ten days since the impact into isolation. Asgore, Toriel, Frisk, Sans, Papyrus, Alphys and Undyne have endured the harsh environments of hunger, thirst, and protection. Luckily, the only thing that can possibly harm them would be attempting to climb the mountain in the distance, attempting to climb the canyon wall, and attempting to climb the cascade of water beside their shelter. Heights, hunger, thirst, and blood loss.
It was the morning. The smell of dew and moist grass, combined with the sound of the water rippling down the cascade as well as the crackles of fire in the inlet have made the location a desirable place to live in. Except. Not anymore. Not now either. Never.
Alphys was up all night figuring out a way to use raw materials to rescue themselves from the canyon of despair, or as Sans likes to call it, heaven for the thought of death.
Edgy.
Because of said late-night planning, Alphys didn't wake up until around noon. And even then, Undyne had to shake her a bit to get her up and alert. Alphys smiled at Undyne's face glowing with the high sun. They walked out, holding hands, discussing several situations at hand.
Asgore stood at the tail of the plane on the ground. Dry blood still leaked and curdled from the underside. He touched his forehead to the tail and rested his hand on it, then let it fall down to his side.
Once he took his head off the tail he whipped around and thought of an idea. Asgore walked towards the canyon wall and snatched several yards of vine off of it. Once he came back to the tail, he wrapped it around it in a helix like pattern. Afterwards he picked up and placed two rocks near the front of the now makeshift grave.
Asgore walked backwards a bit then shed a small tear as he looked away and shuffled to Toriel and Frisk.
Toriel was currently having a conversation with Frisk, mostly about the feeling of having a wrist splint made out of leaves and sticks. The other Thirty-six percent of the talk was about Frisk needing to lower their kinkiness levels, especially in a serious time like this.
They both stopped talking when Asgore arrived at their "sitting rock" as Papyrus liked to call it, but right now he was walking around, pacing, to try to figure out how he's going to make spaghetti out of vines, daisies, and water.
Toriel looked up at Asgore, surprisingly worried and asked, "You're still upset about your little friend?"
It came out a bit harsh, but Toriel's intentions were to ponder his actions, not to mock them.
Asgore's stern face turned more serious. "He wasn't, just, a friend, Toriel. Seeing him after so many years and losing him in the next hour or so is overwhelming," Asgore turned to Frisk, "Don't you think so, Frisk?"
They shrugged and frowned.
Toriel continued, "I'm so sorry for what happened. But I should tell you something about that and what happened exactly."
Asgore turned to Toriel quickly and interrupted in a stoic manner. "There is no point. I was there. I know everything that happened." Then, he stormed off, but not so childish, in more of a father-like attitude or some kind of patriarch for a government.
Toriel watched him walk off and whispered "I'm sorry." twice, the second time being so quiet even Frisk couldn't hear it.
Asgore rummaged through some items in his suitcase. Shirts. Sweaters. Pants. Watches, specifically gold smooth gear watches, not electronic. Maybe they're useful to Alphys' plan to be rescued.
A-shirts. Shoes.
The suit he wore on board the plane.
He took off the tie and inspected it. It was barely even dirty, no mud, grime, or dust. In fact, all of his clothes were clean, spotless.
Toriel.
Asgore laughed silently at the thought of it and put all of his clothes back in his suitcase. Afterwards, he just sat there, and did nothing.
Five minutes haven't even passed and his stomach already growled. Asgore stood up, walked out of the inlet, and jogged over to the cascade. Some new fish swam downwards into the pool of water so, that's usually what they've been feeding off of.
Except Undyne.
She just burns and eats vines, flowers, leaves, and roots. At least, just for now.
And Alphys as well, just because Undyne won't.
Asgore took off the A-shirt he had put on the day before and walked towards the edge of the pool. He grabbed the propped up spear leaning on the wall and aimed towards the water. Once a blu-ish – red-ish came into his line of sight, he shot the sear down with so much force, he made himself push forward and lean in to trip into the pool of water.
Once Asgore splashed in, he stayed submerged for a couple of seconds. He looked around underwater and saw the spear, impaling the slightly wiggling fish. Grabbing the spear, he swam to the surface and inspected the perfectly clean shot, then laughed hysterically.
Asgore pulled himself up out of the pool and put the fish in the basket as he started spearing for more. After about 9 fish were caught, Asgore's hands became slightly callused. He decided that it would be enough for tonight and went back to the inlet shelter.
Once he reached the inlet, he took a basket from a far corner and opened it to reveal slightly broad, sturdy leaves. Asgore took around 4 of them and wrapped them around his throwing hand, tying it down to his elbow. It wasn't exactly a splint, but it softened anymore blows to his forearm.
Sans walked inside and grabbed a fish from the basket that Asgore carried inside without saying anything, but he was caught red-handed as usual.
Asgore almost yelled in a deeper voice than usual, "Hey. Wait until they're cooked!"
"nah"
Asgore exhaled sharply and sighed, "Fine, but if you get salmonella or some other weird disease, I won't be there to help you."
Sans shrugged and winked. "eh, well that's ok 'cause i know tori is gonna help me either way..."
Asgore sat speechless and shooed Sans away with his hand. Sans walked out letting the willow leaves at the edge of the ceiling of the inlet brush him casually.
Asgore shook his head and stood up. He walked outside again, but he headed for Alphys instead of Toriel this time. When Alphys noticed a wet Asgore walking her way, she stopped talking to Undyne and stared for a good two minutes. Her blushing face was obvious to notice.
Alphys covered her face and leaned towards Undyne. Undyne wrapped an arm around her and squeezed her lovingly. She spoke first.
"Hey, what's up Asgore, watcha' need?"
Asgore crossed his arms but used one arm to prop his chin up, with his finger slightly covering his mouth. He responded shortly after.
"Hmm, well, I was wondering where you were keeping that curved piece of metal for cooking the fish."
Undyne cringed slightly, but she shook her head and replied enthusiastically.
"Oh, Yeah! It's right behind Frisk and Toriel's sitting rock! Ha."
"Well, thank you, I will see you in the next hour or so."
Undyne smiled, "Sure will."
When Asgore walked off, Alphys uncovered her bright red face. "I-I-Is he gone?"
The sight of Alphys acting like this caused Undyne to punch her shoulder lightly and laugh wildly.
"Hah, Alphys you've still got a thing for him?!"
Alphys looked at Undyne then back at the departing Asgore. His shirtless back was the only thing visible to them for now. She looked down, and smiled awkwardly, but she never really answered Undyne's question.
While stepping over some stones and flowers, Asgore carefully maneuvered his way to Frisk and Toriel. They were now standing, and Frisk was halfheartedly playing around with her, tugging her torn, under-averagely, tight pants and jumping up and down. Sometimes even pulling at her black shirt.
Asgore walked around their sitting rock and picked up the scrap metal as he kept looking at both Frisk and Toriel. Toriel looked at Asgore as well and held Frisk down for now. She kept staring with her mouth only slightly open as he walked back to the inlet to start roasting the fish.
When Asgore walked back in, he nicked off a piece of flint from the wall and tore off a piece of scrap metal from the original curved scrap metal. He knocked both of them against each other, and they created sparks with ignited the stored dry grass that was kept near the center of the inlet.
He placed three sticks that resembled a makeshift tripod and put the scrap metal on top. Afterwards, Asgore grabbed three fish by the handful and tossed them into the metal. He sat down with his legs crossed and his back straight and kept looking over the cooking meal.
The past few days have been harsh, he thought. Hopefully, it won't get any worse as we wait to be rescued. At least we have each other.
Asgore then looked to the grave he created for Traitre. He kept thinking how he would die so suddenly. Was it in vain or was it NOT in vain? Either way, he would still need to find the time to figure out why everything that's happening is happening.
Birds would never fly as high as an airplane would, and if the vines had no sign of wear or tear, why did they snap?
Don't worry my friend, Asgore thought once more, I will find out whatever is going on in this world today…
He prepared the last few fish and set them on very broad leaves for the nightly dinner.
Nobody, he thought, shall ever die in vain.
Hah, remember that moment in Undertale when Mettaton was giving Frisk that quiz? Lmao and when you chose Asgore as Alphys' crush he would say,
"Why would someone outfit an amusement robot...with brutal combat capabilities? Simple. To impress Mr. Asgore Dreemurr, of course! … Or as Alphys calls him… 'Mr. Dreamy.' Those strong arms ( ͡0 ͜ʖ ͡0 )… That lustrous beard( ͡0 ͜ʖ ͡0 ) … Like all those who create weapons. She craves the tender embrace of a burly ( ͡0 ͜ʖ ͡0 ) man ( ͡0 ͜ʖ ͡0 ). Can she truly be blamed?"
Hah, classic am I right?