Are you sure you are okay to drive them there?” “I am calling to remind you about that conference with the governor, on Tuesday.

He doesn’t know if he could handle her ire, today.

She sighs into the receiver, and he feels a rush of relief that it isn’t an angry one. “Oh! Um, howdy, Tori – Toriel.” He makes sure he’s quick to correct himself. “Howdy, Asgore, here! How can I-”Ĭhills wrack his soul, and he nearly drops the phone when he hears that familiar voice. He answers it cheerily, forgetting to check for who is calling. Some people might marvel about how one man can do all that work in such time, but such a feat is pretty simple business when one is a centuries-old monster with plenty of gardening experience under his belt.Īs he’s marveling at his handiwork, and debating whether he should head home for tea before his next job, his phone rings. He’s already been here for about three hours, trimming the grass and grooming the shrubs, tending the flowers and blowing debris off the walkways. He turns about, casting his gaze back to the lawn around him. Not that he ever really does anything intimidating, except maybe to the shrubs.

Nine feet of fluffy white boss monster is nothing to sneeze at, but he is content in knowing that very few people he runs across are actually intimidated by him. Satisfied with the evenness of his cut, Asgore straightens to his full height, grunting a bit as he rolls the tension from his hunched shoulders. “Best damn work I’ve ever seen,” He’d said. A surge of pride swells his soul as he recalls how just that morning, he nearly bumped into the school’s principal on the way in, and the man had informed him on just what a fine job he’s doing with the school grounds. The once-king of monsters wipes the sweat from his fuzzy brow, his golden mane tied back in some semblance of a bun in a valiant attempt to keep it out of his eyes so he can concentrate on the hedge he’s trimming.

It’s the middle of August, two weeks after Frisk’s ill-fated date with their classmate, and the sun has elected to use today to show just how ungodly hot it can make the world be.

Chapter 25 has a scene with noncon elements.

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