It's his son. He knew that this was possible, this place being this place, and he also knew that it was possible that this was somehow just another one of this place's cruel tricks but right now, he didn't care.
Asgore drops the gardening tool he was holding and crashes down into his son, grabbing him and holding him in his large, dad-sized arms.
"You're here," he says. "You're here, and dad's here, too. It'll be okay. Whatever it is, it'll be okay. Dad's here. Dad's here and he's not going anywhere. You don't have to worry. Dad's here." He's crying and man is it gross -- hot, gross tears rolling down into his beard, but right now, he does not care to wipe them away. He's too busy holding his son.
Anyway I'm terrible; get used to it. Asgore's Mirror account is undynewhatsabishie
Asgore drops the gardening tool he was holding and crashes down into his son, grabbing him and holding him in his large, dad-sized arms.
"You're here," he says. "You're here, and dad's here, too. It'll be okay. Whatever it is, it'll be okay. Dad's here. Dad's here and he's not going anywhere. You don't have to worry. Dad's here." He's crying and man is it gross -- hot, gross tears rolling down into his beard, but right now, he does not care to wipe them away. He's too busy holding his son.