Soon enough, it was nearing the final few days of the school year. Toriel was broken in two, not being able to decide what to believe anymore.

During one of her prep periods, she looked out at the grounds. She saw him bent over tugging on some stubborn weeds appearing between the cracks in the cement. A struggle formed inside of her. Should she go out and check on him?

No, of course not. Let him be-- that pain is his own.

But… everybody at least deserves help. Right?

Even murderers and horrible kings?

Even murderers and horrible kings.

She got up from her chair, pushing it back in as she left her classroom. She exited the building, moving as fast as her feet could take her to the other monster. She stopped afew feet behind him, “Asgore...” She called, her voice quiet.

His ears pricked at the familiar sound, but he didn’t respond, continuing his crusade against the weeds.

“Asgore?” Her words were a bit more firm, but still there was no response. She walked around, squatting down in front of him, trying to catch his eyes, “Asgore.” Her words held command that only a queen could carry.

He looked up, his sad eyes locking with hers. In any other circumstance, he would be lost in those beautiful rubies, but he averted his gaze. He got up quickly, trying to move to a different spot. Toriel followed, she reached out a hand, grabbing a hold of his dirt crusted shirt.

“Asgore,” she nearly pleaded, her eyes worried, “Please, I just want to talk.”

His pace