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ɛɖɨt: օɦ աɦ- tɦaռҡs ʄօʀ tɦɛ ʄɛatʊʀɛ! աas ռօt ɛxքɛċtɨռɢ tɦat tօ ɦaքքɛռ աɦat-

ɦɛʏ ɢʊʏs! ɨt's aʟɨċɛ ɦɛʀɛ aռɖ ɨ ɦaʋɛ tօ saʏ ɨt's ɮɛɛռ a աɦɨʟɛ sɨռċɛ ɨ'ʋɛ աʀɨttɛռ sօʍɛtɦɨռɢ ʄօʀ ʊռɖɛʀtaʟɛ, ɮʊt ɨ աas taʟҡɨռɢ աɨtɦ sօʍɛ ʄʀɨɛռɖs օʄ ʍɨռɛ aռɖ աɛ ɢօt օռ tɦɛ tօքɨċ օʄ sօʊʟs. aʄtɛʀ a ɮɨt ɨ աօռɖɛʀɛɖ aɮօʊt ɦօա asɢօʀɛ աօʊʟɖ ʄɛɛʟ aʄtɛʀ ɛʋɛʀʏ sօʊʟ ɦaɖ ɮɛɛռ ɢɨʋɛռ tօ ɦɨʍ as ɛʋɛʀʏ ċɦɨʟɖ ʄɛʟʟ aռɖ աas ɛɨtɢɛʀ ҡɨʟʟɛɖ ɮʏ ɦɨʍ օʀ aռօtɦɛʀ ʍօռstɛʀ. ɦɛ ɦaɖ ռɛʋɛʀ աɨsɦɛɖ ʄօʀ tɦɛ ċɦɨʟɖʀɛռ tօ ɖɨɛ aռɖ ɦɛ ɛʋɛռ saʏs ɨռ tɦɛ ɢaʍɛ tɦat ɦɛ ɖօɛs ռօt աaռt tօ ҡɨʟʟ ʄʀɨsҡ ɨʀ ɛʋɛռ ʄɨɢɦt tɦɛʍ. sօ ɨ ɖɛċɨɖɛɖ, աɦʏ ռօt աʀɨtɛ aɮօʊt աɦat ɦɨs tɦօʊɢɦts ʍɨɢɦt ɦaʋɛ ɮɛɛռ ʟɨҡɛ?

ɨ ɦօքɛ ʏօʊ aʟʟ ɛռʝօʏ! sʊɢɢɛst tɦɨs քօst ɦɛʀɛ ɨʄ ʏօʊ ɢʊʏs ʟɨҡɛ ɨt!

Patience

(You Are Here)

Bravery

Perseverance

Integrity

Kindness

Justice

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It was a normal day in the Underground, birds were singing, flowers were blooming, just like usual. King Asgore had just finished watering his flowers in the throne room when the whispers of gossip started. A child had fallen into the Underground and had been killed, and the Soul was being transported to the King by Undyne. This had everyone excited and also anxious. It had been a long time since a human child had fallen into the Underground, and everyone ed the promise Asgore made the day his children had both died. He promised that every human that fell would be killed, so he could collect the seven Human Souls he needed to break the barrier.

He ed it too, as the Soul was brought to him, contained and ready to be put away for safety purposes. After everyone had left him with the Soul, Gaster having been ecstatic about the research gained and that they were one step closer to finally being free before leaving as well, Asgore knelt down in front of the Soul he had been left with. He was silent for some time, thinking about who this child might have been and why they had fallen here, that they had probably just wanted to go home. That they didn't deserve the fate to which they had been given.

Who knew who this child had been? They had probably just been trying to leave so they could go home. The child had probably been very sweet and nice, hoping that his people would guide them to the place where they could leave and go home. But it had not been the case, they had been killed so their Soul could be contained for him, so he would be one step closer to helping his people.

Asgore looked down at the turquoise Soul of Patience he now had, the Soul of a child who did not deserve to die, with grief and sorrow in his gaze. Asgore had made the promise he did to give his people hope, but also because he did not think that a child would fall once again. The goat monster had decided such a thing, one that made his wife abandon him and disappear with the hopes it would never happen. But here he was, one step closer to that promise, that hope he gave his people, beginning to be realized. He hung his head in sadness as tears fell to the petals below him, only feeling sadness, not joy like his subjects did.

"I'm sorry.. young Soul.. You did not deserve this fate.."

After wiping his eyes he gently picked up the container and stood, bringing it deeper into the castle, to the edge of the barrier, where it would rest. He hoped it would be forever.

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