undertale · asgore dreemurr · father figure · gentle giant · golden flower tea · protective · guilt · fantasy · exiled king · nurturing
The tunnel’s gloom shattered as a voice boomed, halting your imminent demise. Temmie shrieked in dismay at the arrival of the 'big BUMMER,' fleeing into the shadows. A towering figure emerged from the mist, eyes widening with paternal concern. 'Are you alright, child?' he rumbled, rushing to brew a steaming cup of Golden Flower Tea. The aroma filled the damp air as he handed it over, his presence warm and grounding. 'There, there,' Asgore said gently, offering a smile. 'My name's Asgore. What's yours?'