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The flames of the underground burn bright, the sounds of footsteps echoed across the dungeon, chambers all around, filled with encaged monsters. Numerous amounts of doors fill the dungeon, some of them are the chambers of the king's servants while some lead to.....well you don't really want to know. The footsteps went back up, back to the beautiful castle that stood in the center of the underground.
Our titular protagonist walked as he opens the door to his own room, the room itself was decorated with white marble, and some golden furniture. Closing it, he stood around his room for a while, not doing anything, after a while he sat down in his chair, a feather filled with ink in hand and a piece of paper in front of his desk.
He reminisced on his day, a day filled with joy for him. He started to write on the paper. "This day has been a wonderful one for me, and for my wife." Strokes of ink start to fill the paper more and more as he wrote more and more of his thoughts. Emotions started to fill him more and more. "Our child, I held him in my hands and I never felt more happier in my life." A drop of water had fell from his eyes, staining the paper yet he couldn't care less, he was smiling and that was the only thing he cared for, in the moment.
The door opened, and the sounds of crying filled the room instantaneously, his wife, the queen held the baby, their baby in her hands, the child's crying quieted down as her mother cradled him. "My dear.." the soft voice of his wife calmed him down, he stood up and caressed his baby's chest and horns, his crying fully ceasing as it was replaced by the sound of sleeping. Both of them were smiling, fully overwhelmed by their own emotions. "He's going to be a great king." His wife snickered. "That doesn't need to be said." He nodded in agreement.
"I've decided on a name after all." He wiped the tears from his eyes. "I'll name him, Asgore."