/Send “Hold on, please.” for my muse to die in your muse’s arms.
@maternacapra
(This is superdy duper long...so I’ma readmore it)
It was inevitable really...that one day a human would come along and finally destroy him. It was a day he’d both been dreading, and longing for at the same time. So many years of suffering alone and in silence. He would finally be free, and someone else could take the throne, change things for the better. The human at least told him, that they’d killed very few on their way to get to him.
Asgore started out laying in the garden, blood seeping down onto the ground. And dust drifting through the air, caught in the streams of light that broke through the Underground’s roof. The human had walked away, instead of just finishing the job, they wanted to wait. They said they’d be back for his Soul later, and then they’d leave.
Groans of pain echoed in the halls and tunnels as he moved to his throne. If he was going to die like this, he’d die in a noble manner. But he never made it to the throne, the sound of steps coming up from behind. Had the human returned? No...they were heavier, but softer. Feet with pads at the bottom of them, some sort of monster.
Ears twitched and focused, he recognized them. Toriel, why was she coming here, of all places? The human could come back for her too....although they would’ve likely killed her in the ruins if they’d wanted to. Did she know what was going on? Word spread quickly in the kingdom, he wouldn’t be surprised.
“Please...don’t....” He called out weakly, blood spilling from his mouth. “Don’t....come....in.....” Either she didn’t hear him, or didn’t care. His ex wife broke into the throne room, and was at his side. “....why?” She lifted him up, held him close. He could feel tears dripping onto him. “....why did you come?”
How often he’d dreamed of being held by her again. But not like this, not in this situation. He could feel her magic, she was trying to heal him. “Hold on....please...” The sound of her voice made him smile, but the magic wasn’t working. She had come too late. “I’m sorry....Tori....”
“D-don’t....call me that...” He could hear sobs, and the magic stopped. She knew it was futile. There wasn’t much time left, his body starting to properly turn to dust from his feet upwards. At least it didn’t hurt so much anymore. And at least, he could say goodbye.
“Goodbye Tori....I never stopped loving you.” Weakly, he leaned up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. An imprint of his lips in blood stained her white fur. “Goodbye....Gorey....” He wanted to hear her say she still loved him. And it seemed like she was going to. “I...l-....”
The sentence fell on nonexistent ears. Asgore was gone, dust scattered on the flowerbed. It was his family’s resting place. His parents, Chara, Asriel, and now him...they all died here. And all that remained was Toriel, crying alone, with Asgore’s soul slowly fading away as well.
She reached out to it, but her hand was stopped by a knife slung past her. The human returned and claimed the soul for their own. They were crying too, for even though they just wanted to leave, they didn’t want it to be like this. They sprinted off towards the barrier, towards freedom, leaving Toriel by herself.
