Short Undertale Stories

Trump x Asgore pt 2

"I'm not sure if I'm ready..."

"It's gonna be okay, Asgore. I'll be here by your side"

Asgore smiles at his boyfriend before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Okay" he breathed. "I'm ready"

He takes Donald's hand and squeezes it tightly as they both prepare themselves for what lies behind the two giant double doors in front of them. They push the doors open, and outside the doors stood all Asgore's friends with concern looks on their faces.

"Asgore, is everything alright?" Toriel said. "Why did you call us here?"

Asgore looked at Donald who is standing by his side, holding his hand tightly. Donald smiles and gives him a nod, motioning him to go on. Asgore sighs and steps forward, sticking his chest out and holding his head high up with bravery. "I'm glad that you all could make it here" he said. "I have a very important announcement for you all"

he pauses as he suddenly starts to regret doing this, but then he remembered he is doing this for him and Donald's relationship. He can't back down now. He just can't.

"M-me and Donald are...d-dating"

Everyone gasps with shock. Mettaton fates. Sans clenches down on his fists tightly as anger and heartbreak fills him. He lets a single tear slide down his cheek as he mumbles, "Why Donald?"

Donald heard him. "Why what?"

"I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?!" Sans shouted, letting more tears run down his face.

Asgore gasps and looks over at his beloved Donald, shocked and confused. "Trumpy, is this true?" Asgore asks as little tears start to build up in his eyes.

Donald remains quiet, he cannot come up with anything to say. He doesn't want to break anyone's heart, he loves both of them equally, but he is forced to choose. He looks at Asgore, then at Sans. "I..." Donald begins. "I-I love y-you both equally"

"Well you can't have both! It's either me or him!" Sans shouts again.

Papyrus lays his hand on Sans shoulder saying, "Sans, I think you need to calm dow-"

"NO!" Sans shoves his brother's hand away from him and he steps up to Donald. "YOU ARE GONNA HAVE TO CHOOSE! WHO DO YOU WANNA BE WITH? ME OR HIM?! CHOOSE, OLD MAN! CHOOSE!"

"WAAAAAA!" Donald cried. He pushed Sans to the side and ran off, crying into his hands. Donald was hurt by Sans tone, and also being pressured by him didn't help with his choice. Donald can't handle it. He can't choose between the too people he loves so dearly.

Who should Donald pick to be his First Lady?