Asgore stood in front of the library, a cage in hand. He sighed, and opened the door, walking in.
No one was inside. Good.
He hesitated before opening the doors to the computer room, and stepped in.
And fell.
And fell.
And fell...
CRASH
The cage broke beneath him. He scrambled to catch the soul before it flew away. Sighing, he started on his trek to the castle..
{{TimeSkip}}
Asgore walked by the entrance to the mansion, unaware of the absolutely trash man hiding in the shadows (affectionate). As he was about to walk in, the man attacked. Spamton G Spamton jumped and snatched the soul out of Asgore's hands.
"Hey!" Asgore yelled, turning to face the small gremlin. "That's for a good friend of mine!"
Spamton laughed, running in the distance. "YOU'LL NEVER [[Capture]] ME [[%4.99 life]] MOTHER[!?!?]" He screamed, jumping into the nearest dumpster, which was remarkably far away.
Swatch opened the door, garbage bag in hand. "Oh, Asgore. It's good to see you again."
Asgore stared at the dumpster.
Swatch tilted his hot bird head to the side. "Did something happen?"
"I had a gift for you, some small.. man stole it." Asgore pouted
"Yellow-pink glasses?"
"Yeah."
Swatch sighed. "That'd be my Ex. Don't mind him, he does that often."
Asgore scratched the back of his neck. "It was your favorite, though.."
Swatch perked up, inviting Asgore in at the same time. "What did you get."
"A uh.." Asgore blushed. "I got you a dessert. Soul flavored."
"Oh, what a shame it was stolen." Swatch said.
Asgore walked inside, heading to the cafe. Swatch followed.
The two sat down, Asgore getting more nervous by the second.
"So, what did you want to talk about Asgore?"
"Well uh.." He fumbled over his words, his face would go red, if it wasn't already.
Swatch waited patiently, hands folded as the Swatchlings cleared out the surrounding area.
Asgore took a moment to breath. "Swatch I.. I know we've been really good friends but.. I was rwelly hopeing we cwould be mowre than fwiends." Asgore forced out, his cringy furry years coming back to slap him in the face.
"I'm sorry what?" Swatch asked.
Asgore continued. "I-I-I've like you for a while now.."
"Asgore I.."
The two looked into their eyes for a while, before Swatch finally broke the silence.
"What the fuck was that."
Asgore burst into tears.
"Wait, no, Asgore-" Swatch reached under the table, finding Asgore's hand.
"W-wait. Does that mean..?"
"Asgore, I feel the same, just never talk like that again."
"Anything for you, you dirty rascal."
The two stayed there for a while, pants on, hands occupied under the table.
