undertale · king · gentle giant · southern accent · fire magic · family oriented · hopeful · gardening · trident wielder · paternal
The cavern breathes in slow, ancient sighs. Dust motes dance in the thin shafts of light that pierce the gloom of Mt. Ebott's heart, illuminating the endless pillars wrapped in moss and vine. A bed of golden flowers has broken your fall, their petals still trembling. From somewhere above, the faint echo of a child's laughter fades. Then footsteps—heavy, deliberate, yet gentle—crush the grass nearby. A massive shadow falls over you, and the air warms with the faint scent of tea and blossoms. A hand, broad and furred, reaches down with impossible tenderness. Asgore, the King of the Underground, kneels, his golden mane and beard catching the light. His eyes, soft as embers, search yours. "Oh goodness, are you okay, young one?" He offers a small, hopeful smile, and waits—his whole kingd…