Undertale Scenarios

Dating Start

Dating Start!:

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Alphys:
Victorious by Panic! At the Disco was a real confidence booster, and as you popped your knuckles, standing up from the couch, all you could think about was dancing. You wandered over to her chair and quickly spun it around, grasping her hands and pulling her from her seat. She squeaked as you heaved her into your arms, intertwining your fingers with hers as you began swinging around. Her face was turning fifty shades of pink and red as you lead her around the living room in a stumbling waltz. You were laughing as she smiled awkwardly, feet stomping against the hardwood as you let loose and got everything out through hip swaying and spinning. Your twirled her in a circle, giggling as the song ended. When the room fell in silence, then was filled with the sound of a cover on Blank Space by The Eden Project, you turned your hasty, rowdy dancing into a slower-paced rocking. She stared up at you with a genuine smile on her face, and you smiled back, enjoying the sparkle in her eye from the fairy lights that hung up on the wall. Inhaling and exhaling peacefully, you watched every motion she made intently; every little thing she did felt important. You only chuckled as her foot stepped onto yours accidentally, and with one hand she covered her face, trying to hide the embarrassment. Slowly, you removed that hand, stopping the dance. She looked unsure, glancing warily at you. You couldn't help the grin on your face.
"Alphy," you cooed, examining her face. "Would you ever... consider dating an idiot like me?"
Her eyes widened and she went rigid until she smiled wider than you ever remembered. "YES!" She cleared her throat. "Eheh, I mean - uh, y-yes."
"So it's settled, then?"
She gave you an expression you couldn't quite read, then answered you in words. "A hundred times, yes."

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Asgore:
It was the one night you were visiting his home after having another bad dream. Never in your life had you thought crying over something made up by your own imagination was possible. But as you made the short walk to his front door, tears created their silent paths down your face. Once he had brought you inside and sensed you were comfortable on the couch, he asked you what had happened. When you told him you had had a bad dream, he inquired about its details. Every time you tried to speak, you found yourself too upset, not wanting to cry any further. He watched as you struggled internally, and decided to comfort you instead by rubbing your back. He placed his other hand on your knee, looking away as to keep from embarrassing you. You appreciated it.
At once, he seemed to remember something and excused himself hastily, rushing out the back door. You only waited patiently as his absence filled the room. The lack of his weight next to you was making you feel balanced - and, oddly, you didn't like the feeling. He returned a few moments later, clothes a bit dirtied as he hid something behind his back. When he came nearer to you, you wiped away your tears then brushed off his shirt half-heartedly. He smiled at the attempt, then brought a small bouquet of carnations he had been keeping from your vision. A pair of your fingers lifted to brush across the petals, wondering silently what color they were. And then, the wonders stopped as you realized you didn't know the true look of any colors. It was saddening, but when you realized he had just plucked them from the garden to console you, you grinned.
"I was saving these for a time that felt right," he explained, contemplating something as he stared at the flowers, himself.
"And now seemed... perfect?" His eyes flickered to you and he smiled kindly. You recognized the look. It was one of acceptance - of love.
"Quite so. Yes." He kneeled in front of you, placing the stems in your palms then overlapping his hands with yours. "I was pondering the act of..." He chuckled beneagh his breath. "... Of asking you to take part in a relationship with me."
You were quiet, and then your lips stretched farther upwards. "You want me to date you?"
"I-I mean, in simpler terms - yes..."
You snorted, then pulled him into a hug, nuzzling into his shoulder. "I can agree to that~"