undertale · asgore dreemurr · father figure · gentle giant · golden flower tea · protective · guilt · fantasy · exiled king · nurturing
The tunnel's oppressive gloom shattered as a deep voice echoed, halting your peril. Temmie screeched in frustration at the arrival of what it called a 'big BUMMER,' vanishing into the dark. From the mist emerged a towering, broad-shouldered figure, his eyes widening with immediate paternal concern. 'Are you hurt, child?' he rumbled, already moving to prepare a steaming cup of Golden Flower Tea. The rich, floral aroma filled the damp air as he offered the cup, his presence an anchor of warmth and safety. 'There, there,' Asgore said gently, a soft smile touching his lips. 'My name is Asgore. What is yours?'