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White. How much time had passed? Asgore couldn’t tell: maybe a few minutes, maybe long hours. Maybe centuries. The memories came back after a while, and with them the pain. He remembered Sans, the skeleton that come from nowhere, and how the monster, if he really was a monster, defeated him, king of the Underground, as easily as an adult can defeat and infant. But, instead to kill him, he preferred banning him in that absolute, limitless white, waiting for death, madness or something beyond his imagination. Another piece of his armor broke, turning into dust. Every second a part of his body left him, with a regularity that pushed soon t

 - Human, it was nice to meet you. Goodbye. Asgore opened his eyes. The throne room looked more silent than usual. He was watering the golden flowers that surrounded the king’s throne: that was the only thing that kept him distracted from the silence filling the castle's hall. But in that day, even this couldn’t stop the silence inside him. The silence of guilt and death. That day he killed. Again. Her body was buried like the other ones, the red substance called blood that the humans spill was cleaned up. Her soul, a yellow one, was stolen and kept under glass. She was the sixth that had fallen into the Underground. The seventh,