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Out in the garden, crying your baby tears, is a bad place to hide from a father who loves gardening and flowers, young one.

In fact, lo, there he is, and oh you woebegone creature, your baby-like sobbing has caught his attention. Curse your father's comically large ears.

And so, hearing what sounds like a small child crying, your father, wearing a bright pink shirt and a floppy straw hat and holding a trowel in his hand peers out around him. "Hello?" he asks. "Is someone there? Are you alright?"

It's dad time.

That voice. He knows that voice. He's heard it all his life and even after. He covered his mouth when he heard him ask. He was crying too hard. His mom was right, he wore his heart on his sleeve. If only he could stop crying so much. He scurried along the bush, trying to find a new hiding place. Problem is, scurrying hits the branches and makes the shrubs wiggle with movement.

Curses.

"Hello?" asks Dadsgore Dreemurr, "Someone is crying. I can hear you. Are you hurt? Hello? Please do not be afraid, I know that I am very large and I may look intimidating but I promise you that I am really very gentle."

He sees the wiggle wiggle wiggle of the brush where our intrepid hero is doing his best (and failing) at making a quick getaway.

"Are you stuck? I can see where you are, so do not worry; I will be there to help."

Curse your damned father and his incessant need to make other people feel good.

Why? Why does his dad have to be such a good person? Why does he have to come find the person hurting? Why does he have to care? Why can't he just ignore him for once? Asriel knows he can't escape now. He hears the footsteps coming closer. He has no choice now. He has to say something. But what can he say?

"S-Stay away!" He cries out finally. He stops moving and tries to catch his breath and think. Asriel slowly stands up with his back to Asgore. Slowly he turns around and looks at the large goat monster that is his father. He sniffles as he stares at him.

"...I'm sorry. I...I'm sorry Dad." For everything. For killing you. For letting you kill yourself. For not being a good son when he was a flower. For all the resets. For calling him names. For not loving him.

"I'm so sorry!" He starts sobbing.

Edited 2017-04-02 04:58 (UTC)

Well you did it, kid. You did it. You rendered your father speechless because guess what there you are and here he is and boy his dad-like brain is having some difficulty in processing this moment.

He's frozen, mid-step. That initial call wrenched him out of his thoughts about finding some random stranger stuck in a bush and now there's a host of other, far-more gross feelings welling up in his manly bosom.

And then when you just outright call him 'dad,' and it's just a step too far. Your frozen-mid-step-can't-talk father, through quivering vocal chords and shaky grasp upon his mental and emotional faculties manages to get a word out. "As-ri-el?"

There you go. Your name.

His name. His dad saying his name with that look on his face and the quiver in his voice. He didn't want to see the surprise and hurt on his face. He didn't want to do this but now it's too late. A stone drops from his heart into his stomach and he nods slowly.

"It's me, dad. I'm here. But...I..." he starts to cry again. How can he tell him he's going to go away again? How can he tell him he'll become a flower? He can't. He can't find those words so he just stands there and cries, like the lost scared child he is. He holds out his arms. He wants his dad. He wants his dad to hold him close and tell him it'll be okay. It won't be true but he just wants to hear it.

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.

Asriel didn't even try to stop his dad from smothering him with those large arms and broad chest. He clung to him as best as his little arms would allow. He buried his face into Asgore's chest and sobbed right along with his dad. This wasn't the way he thought seeing him again would be. His dad was here and alive. He was here and being so nice to him right now. He almost believed that everything was going to be okay. His dad was here and his dad was strong.

But he wasn't the strongest. He knew that. Still, there was something about being able to hug his dad again that made him feel safe. He was safe here. He could still feel and he felt safe and loved. He nodded finally.

"I know. I...I'm so happy to see you. I just...I was scared. I didn't want to make you cry..."

"No, no, no, no, no don't worry about me. It's not me, don't worry about me. I'm crying because I'm so very, very happy to be able to hold you again, even if it's only here, in this place, only now," responded Asgore, still clinging fiercely to his son. "I'm happy that you're happy."

His son smelled... like his son smelled. It was odd that it was that detail that struck him more than anything else, but it brought back so many old memories of Asgore and Chara and Toriel as a happy family. It stung as much as it refreshed. But he wasn't about to stop hugging him, not yet.

Still the best father in the world. Mr. Dad Guy to the end. He would always be that kind monster. Always kind and worrying about others before himself. He rubbed his head against the chest of his dad and sighed. He wouldn't be mean to him. He couldn't. He couldn't run away now. He couldn't hide.

"And I'm happy that you're happy. I...I missed you. So much. ...I'm sorry, Dad. I really am. I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you or mom. I swear. I'm really sorry I..." Could he say it? Should he say it?

"...Died." He had to. He needed to say it. Needed to let his dad know exactly what he knew. At least, to some extent. He owed Asgore the truth.

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oh hello there

Howdy. Best Asgore journal name ever. Hands down.

I'm generally the worst person. If you haven't already, click through to his profile.

PFFFT I love Alphys' face at the end. You Gorey. You Bara.

"You've got to get out of there! The bara's calling... from inside the house!"

AAAAAH!

Anyway I'm terrible; get used to it. Asgore's Mirror account is undynewhatsabishie

I'm a terrible person myself. I think we're going to be great friends.

Wonderful. I look forward to seasons of horrible ideas.

TERRIBLE THINGS WILL HAPPEN!