[Naturally, it was impossible not to recognise that voice, or even the figure before him, despite the oddly tied explosion of fabric that seemed to threaten to devour the skeleton inside. Asgore might have been about to greet Papyrus, but that sudden turn of suspicion catches him off guard. He takes a deep breath, his face contorted as his clothing bites into his body from all sides.]
Well... I... I am Asgore. I am the king of all monsters. Do you not remember... Papyrus?
[Was it the uniform? Should he change back into his armour? At least the little crown was still perched upon his head.]
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Well... I... I am Asgore. I am the king of all monsters. Do you not remember... Papyrus?
[Was it the uniform? Should he change back into his armour? At least the little crown was still perched upon his head.]