Fictober 2024

Childhood Days

Universe: Outertale

MC: Asgore

Genre: Fluff

Warnings:
-OOC
-Barely edited

A/N:

A tad late, but hey, it's here! Now just two more to go and I'll actually be on schedule-
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Asgore sets down his watering can and pats the ground near him. The skeleton took that as the invite it was meant to be thankfully, and gives him a strained but grateful smile. They looks positively exhausted, and Asgore feels a pang of worry for them. Seeming to feel it, the skeleton does their best to not look exhausted, but their dim golden eyelights are very telling.

It only makes Asgore sad. The skeleton wilts.

Doing his best to reign in his emotions, a soft smile on his face, Asgore casually covers the skeleton with his cloak and pushes them closer, letting them play with his paw. It reminds him a bit of... Chara, when they were alive. They were always so fascinated with their family members' soft fur, and seemed to marvel at the size of his and Toriel's hands.

It's adorable. His smile lightens, and the skeleton beside him leans against his side while playing with his hand. He can practically feel them untensing.

Dream stays quiet as Asgore starts talking about how his days have been recently. It's their twentieth visit now, Asgore thinks, and he has to admit he has taken a liking to them. He's more than a bit worried about them, especially since he learned about what they are and their role in the multiverse during their sixth visit.

It had been... a revelation, to say the least. It's no wonder they're always so exhausted. Asgore always does his best to make them relax when they're with him, even when they pout at getting treated like a child.

(They're much younger than him, so Asgore can't help it, especially with how tiny they are. They're just too cute.)

Asgore isn't sure, but he thinks they like it even when they grumble nearly every time they catch him doing so. As much as Asgore adores them, he knows Dream doesn't visit unless they're on 'the verge of death' exhaustion or need some advice, or just someone to talk to that's impartial to the situation. He's fine with that, really.

So, he removes his paw and gently nudges Dream’s cheek. The drowsy skeleton blinks up at him in confusion at the sudden silence and the removal of their current 'blanket'. Asgore can't help but chuckle at them. They pout at him, but he speaks before they get a chance to say anything.

"Do you want to talk now?"

His question is gentle, but he still sees the way the skeleton flinches slightly at it, looking down guiltily and burying their skull into his side. He feels them shake their head and he hums, putting his paw on the back of their skull.

"Alright. Let's try this, then. How about... I tell you a bedtime story and you take a little nap. Then, when you wake up, we have some... ah, pancakes! Yes, that sounds good, does it not? Would you like that?"

They nod. Asgore's smile widens.

"Then, if you feel ready after that, we can talk about what's bothering you? Or perhaps you'd prefer to tell me the tales of your latest adventures?"

Asgore doesn't really get a proper answer. The only thing he gets is a huff of laughter and a small, but genuine, smile from the small skeleton. He beams at them and starts with the story, dropping his hand slightly so he'd cover their top half, letting it act as a blanket.

Yes, Asgore certainly adores the small skeleton.
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