Why do you ask?', he said while glancing at his feet and wiggling his toes to get Frisk's attention.įrisk: *You curl your mouth into a sly smile. I would never consider it a weakness, as I have actually taken a great liking to it. I may be the big, strong King of the Monsters, but I am still a huge, fluffy ball of sensitive nerves. You ask Asgore if he is ticklish.Īsgore: 'Hehe, well, yes I am. You really are a bit of a strange child, but I like that in you.', he says with a small, sincere grin.įrisk: *With a childish giggle, you nuzzle your hair into Asgore's white arches.Īsgore: 'Pffhmhmhm!', he muffle-chuckled.įrisk: *You're very surprised by his reaction. You hug his foot.Īsgore: 'What exactly are you doing with my foot?'įrisk: *You tell him that you find his monstrous feet cute.Īsgore: 'Oh, hehe, I have never been given that kind of compliment before, especially about something like my feet. You tell Asgore so.Īsgore: 'Ok, what is it that you wish to do?', he asked.įrisk: *You walk up to Asgore's enormous, white left foot. What do you suggest, Frisk?'įrisk: *You think of something. You call his name to wake him up.Īsgore: 'Zz-huh!? Oh, hello my child.', he said waking up.įrisk: *You tell Asgore that you want to spend time with him.Īsgore: 'Well, I am not sure what we could do. Frisk walked into the living room, wanting to do something with their adopted goat-dad.įrisk: *You walk up to Asgore, wanting to do something with him. Asgore was in the living room laying on a recliner with his feet up, sleeping.

Frisk just wondered around aimlessly through the halls of the house, not really knowing what to do. If for whatever reason that makes you uncomfortable, I suggest that you either read with caution or skip this entirely. (This story contains a lot of tickling in it.

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