Chapter five of Twitter Asgore - A girl

Twitter Asgroe landed in the creator, looking into the sky above him, wondering where he went wrong, "Did I not go hard enough?" Twitter Asgore thought to himself, "No, it's never my fault. It was The Chaos Cheetos that he used against me," Twitter Asgore thought to himself, looking up into the sky.
Twitter Asgore sniffed; he smelled something back sick, was it himself? Did he not use his Twitter cleaner? No, it smelt like rot? "Uh, this is interesting," someone said to Twitter Asgore, blocking his view from the sky. Twitter Asgore didn't react and continued to stare in a deadpan matter for a minute before speaking, "You smell like crap," Twitter Asgore said to the girl. "You, uh, ok there?" The girl asked Twitter Asgore, seeming unfazed by his statement; Twitter Asgore looked away.
"So I am assuming that's a no?" the girl asked before someone spoke loudly in her direction in the distance. The girl looked up, "Oh, I gotta; I hope you'll be here so we can talk again, hope you also do better!" She said while running away. As Twitter Asgore laid on the ground, some time passed, Twitter Asgore could hear the sound of footsteps faintly in the background before growing louder.
Eventually, they grew loud enough for Twitter Asgore to look up out of curiosity. Twitter Asgore saw a group of individuals in the distance holding pitchforks, torches, and various other items, either being used either as weapons or lighting. speaking multiple things at the same time, "I saw them down here!" One person said, "The monster looks purple, grey, pale, and other colors, kill anything that looks like it!" Another spoke, "No monster shall kill anyone!" A person said; Twitter Asgore gave a confused look before looking back up in the sky. Eventually, that group's footsteps went quiet before Twitter Asgore was alone with his thoughts.
Twitter Asgore sat thinking about how he would have beaten Possible Spaghetti Brother and Possible Ketchup Man, thinking of all kinds of strategies. Was Twitter Asgore too weak, too strong? The more he thought, the more upset he became; Eventually, a thought came up about the girl. Twitter Asgore remembered her question; He sat there for a couple of seconds before getting up.
Twitter Asgore pulled out his Twitter Phone, then tapped on Twitter using it to his advantage, and then found where the girl was before walking towards her location. 
The girl stood in a foggy place, looking over a tombstone with a faint smile; a tear fell down her face. The headstone read, "Rachel Lane 1990 - 2003." The girl rubbed away her snot with her arm before she rubbed her eyes. The girl looked away from her tombstone and towards the crunching sound made by a significant figure. She hid behind the monument out of fear, peaking her head above it to see who it was.
She saw the silhouette of the induvial; they were big, brooding, and familiar, "Bro, who even tweets this shit; I've seen weird crap on Twitter, but this? Do people have standards!" The voice spoke; she let out a small giggle in response, "Is someone there?" The induvial shouted. The girl covered her mouth immediately, "You do realize there will be significant responsibilities you will face if you don't show yourself." The induvial spoke again, now close and louder; she eyed the silhouette again.
"Are you my father?" She questioned herself before the silhouette became clearer. She let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, thank goodness your not him," she spoke out loud to herself; it was the same person she talked to in the giant creator.
"I am not who?" Twitter Asgore spoke, now clear as day; The girl went away from the tombstone. "I thought you were my father, but I was relieved when I found out you weren't while I said that to myself out loud in a nutshell." The girl responded to Twitter Asgore, "Did he do something to you?" Twitter Asgore asked, "U-uh, well, not so much, it's, complicated to say the least," The girl responded.
"Well, there are worst scenarios, you know. For example, people killing each other over small tiny problems that don't matter, having your brain create a mental disorder that you didn't want to develop. The result of what happens when people hide secrets from me, spacing off while driving a car, and then hitting someone you hold dear." Twitter Asgore spoke out loud.
"Y-yeah, like my old favorite color, it sure can be blue at times." The girl responded nervously, "Yeah, anyway, you still smell like crap. Do you ever take a bath?" Twitter Asgore asked, "U-uh, again, it's complicated," The girl said nervously, "How is taking a bath complicated? It's just going in water, what's so hard about that? Do you not know how to make one?" Twitter Asgore asked.
The girl froze in place before looking down out of embarrassment, "J-just, why are you here anyway?!" The girl yelled, now looking at Twitter Asgore; a few awkward minutes of silence passed. "I lost against a fight; I was unable to post someone's nudes," Twitter Asgore spoke; The girl anger faced turn to a faint smile with a light chuckled, "Wait, what?" The girl asked Twitter Asgore, "Look, this my first time I lost at this, ok?" The girl let out a louder chuckle, "First time?!"
Asgore gave a confused look at her, "Uh, yeah?" Asgore spoke, confused to her response, "So, you are saying this isn't the first time you've done this?" She responded to him. "Well yeah, why would I not be upset about this?" Twitter Asgore replied, "Well, alright then, not sure what to think about this," The girl said while laughing.
Twitter Asgore gave an audible pout to her response, "Fine then, let's see you find a way to post people nudes on Twitter while fighting them!" Asgore said a bit angered at her, "Fighting?" She spoke while full-on laughing, "What are you some martial artist on Twitter?" She said jokingly, "Yes," Twitter Asgore responded thoughtfully. The girl laughed harder, covering her eyes with her hand, "Wow, ok then!" She replied, calming down.
Twitter Asgore gave a malicious look before he brought out his Twitter Phone. The girl looked over at Twitter Asgore, seeing him type on his phone extremely fast, having a confused yet fantastic look. Twitter Asgore brought his Twitter Phone to the girl's face, showing her nudes that he posted. Her eyes widen, and Twitter Asgore smiled before putting his Twitter phone away.
The girl finally sat down at a table violently as her eye popped out, "Ah! Not again," she spoke before she popped her eye inside her eye socket. The girl than looking up at Twitter Asgore, sitting on the tombstone she initially hid behind, looking like he was heavily thinking.
A few minutes of silence passed before the girl spoke, "This still doesn't explain why you came here," she yelled out loud to Twitter Asgore. "And you don't explain why you cover one of your eyes and dye your hair purple." Twitter Asgore said harshly, now looking at the girl. "Well, purple is my favorite color; My mom used to buy me dresses in purple, said it was a symbol of wealth and power. Whatever that means." the girl spoke, finishing her sentence a bit sad.
"Did your father not treat you well or something?" Twitter Asogre responded to the girl, "What gives you that idea?" The girl asked, "You seemed depressed." Twitter Asgore responded bluntly. "Well, why do you care so much?" The girl questioned Twitter Asgore.
He froze; wait, was he legit caring for a girl that he randomly met. Twitter Asgore knew people beforehand, even ruled over them. Still, Twitter Asgore didn't care for them; he didn't care for his friends or his close ones, hell, not even his wife to an extent, but this one? Why her?
"I don't know," Twitter Asgore responded, "But your right, why should I?" Twitter Asgore aggressively sat down at the opposite side of the table, "do you have something that I am not aware of that makes me care for you, like some secret?" Twitter Asgore asked the girl, "Uh, I don't see how a secret can make me care for you?" The girl spoke to Twitter Asgore nervously.
"Of course you do; there are powers and abilities that exist; People, monsters, and many other individuals exist. Whos to say you don't have power, capacity, technique, and many different variants that could make me care for you." Twitter Asgore spoke towards the girl.
"Look, if I had a power or ability, wouldn't I tell you already?" The girl said, trying to reason with Twitter Asgore, "True," Asgore spoke calmly. "How's the day been going?" the girl asked nervously, "Well, the day is nice out, it's warm, and it reminds me of fall, despite fall being my favorite season, guess I forgot. Unlike the result from what I do to people when they hide secrets from me. I forgot this place was similar to fall." Twitter Asgore sputtered to the girl.
"T-That's good to know that you like fall," the girl spoke, choking on her words; "Glad you are not angry, unlike the mob, speaking of which, did you see the mob earlier?" The girl quickly spoke to Twitter Asgore.
Twitter Asgore speed up his talking, "The mob I did see earlier; They might not be aware they are making loud noises. In contrast, some people do things knowing what they are doing." Twitter Asgore paused and looked up towards the girl, now speaking slowly. "Hurting people with a weapon they made, burying a dead body from a person they killed, or driving a conversion off-topic, like yourself." Twitter Asgore emphasized the word yourself. 
The girl gave a worried look towards Twitter Asgore before nervously speaking. "W-well, look, I don't know why you acted nice to me, a-and I can't say why you did it either as I am not you." The girl paused, now looking down at her dead lab. 
Some moment of silence passed before he regained her posture and looked up at Twitter Asgore dead in the eye, "Do you think it's weird for you to accuse a stranger of lying. Where the logic in this?" She babbled in a formal tone; Twitter Asgore got up from his chair slowly before speaking.
"My father rarely got information wrong, hench why my father's abusiveness to others, including me, wasn't off, even when he yelled my full name. Asgore Pine Dreemur. So, when my father suspected people were hiding a secret from him, he was rarely off." Twitter Asgore now spoke, heavily emphasized the last part of his sentence, slowly walking towards the girl.
The girl, now getting more nervous towards Twitter Asgore, "A-And You think it's fair to accuse a stranger, a-after all, you can still be wrong." The girl spoke, trying her best not to let her anxiety get the best of her as Twitter Asgore looked down, now standing mere inches away from her.
Twitter Asgore looked at the girl; before rubbing his chin, he let out a chuckle, "Ha, Yeah, I guess you're right, silly me," Twitter Asgore spoke as a smile started to form on her face.
Twitter Asgore walked over to the grave she initially hid behind, looking down at it. The girl let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he didn't find her secret of being a zombie. "Guess I'll go now; thanks for the chat." The girl spoke as she got off the chair and started to walk away.
"Do you have a name? I never got it," Twitter Asgore questioned the girl, still looking at the grave, the girl stopped in her tracks, "Oh. My name is Marie Grande, whats yours?"
"Twitter Asgore," Twitter Asgore spoke, "Thanks for your n-" Marie was cut off by Twitter Asgore speaking. "You have an interesting name Marie Grande," Twitter Asgore walked away from the grave, smirking. "Oh, thank you, guess I'll go now," Marie spoke nervously.
"But we just met," Twitter spoke as he sat down at the table, "Please, lets us get to know each other; for example, I come from Twitter Place; where do you come from?" Twitter Asgore questioned Marie. "Oh! Right, please take a seat; after all, long-distance conversions arent that well placed," Twitter Asgore spoke with a smile.
"R-Right, don't want to seem rude after all!" Marie spoke, walking towards Twitter Asgore, "Oh, don't worry, your not rude, your not a mindless zombie after all!" Twitter Asgore said with a continued smile.
"So, uh, I come from, a house and a family," Marie carefully spoke as she sat right next to the chair that Twitter Asgore laid out for her. "Do you think you can be more in detail; I want a story that can reanimate the dead, y'know?" Twitter Asgore spoke directly to her as he scoots closer to her.
"Alright, thank you for the info, um; I, uh, never really grew up in the most exciting place," She said, "Almost as if you were dead inside?" Twitter Asgore questioned her.
"I always saw others playing outside, having friends. I always stayed in, didn't have board games, books; All my paper and pencils were only allowed for homework." A tear fell down her face, her voice now starting to shake. 
"Marie, you ignored my question Marie, its almost as if your a zombie," Twitter Asgore spoke, his voice starting to sound deadpan. "I-I, the, um, the only fun thing I did was work, wasn't even allowed to space out," Her voice now on the verge of crying. "Not having a voice in the matter, like someone finding out about your name on your grave." Twitter Asgore fully deadpan, "So, yeah, there you go," She responded to Twitter Asgore.
A few seconds passed, Twitter Asgore deadpan spoke. "I found out about your grave; your name matches your grave," Tears fall down Marie's face, "Your a reanimated corpse, a zombie, aren't you?" Twitter Asgore quinestned Marie.
"Yes," Marie responded weakly.
Twitter Asgore let out a chuckle, "Well, since you are telling the truth," Twitter Asgore stretched, "I think you know the results now, do you?" Twitter Asgore said as he sat up from the table, "Marie Grande!" Twitter Asgore loudly yelled as he threw the table out of the graveyard.
" I, at this moment, sentence you the same result as those who hide secrets from me!" Twitter Asgore loudly yelled; Marie closed her eyes and grabbed tightly at her chair, crying. 
Seconds passed, her eyes are still closed, more awkward seconds pass, Marie could hear water being pour. She opened one of her eyes, only for both of them to widen as she saw a new table; It glowed a dodger blue, Twitter symbols made the table up, from bottom to top. Marie looked up from the table to see a glass cup, also made up of Twitter Symbols, placed in front of her. The Twitter symbols also made up the water that Twitter Asgore poured inside the cup with a giant cup made up of Twitter Symbols.
After some time, a whole thanksgiving feast made up of Twitter Symbols was in front of Marie, her eyes widen and her mouth, drooling, "W-wow! I thought you were going to kill me there!" Marie stated out loud. Twitter Asgore gave a confused look before throwing away the wooden chair he sat on out of the graveyard.
"Kill? Why would I do that? I only tend to forget what I do to people who hide secrets from me. It's not entertaining enough for me to remember what I did." Twitter Asgore spoke before creating a chair made up of Twitter Symbols, "And here I thought I was paranoid!" He yelled before sitting and chugging some of the water made up of Twitter Symbols.
"Oh! Thats, I thought that you were too scared or didn't want to remember the results which I associated with murder," Marie spoke, letting out a chuckle. "Anyway, that's in the past; I am just glad we have all this food; my family could've never afforded this much!" Marie spoke with glee as she chowed down in the food in front of her.
Twitter Asgore gave a confused look to Marie as he finished his water made up of Twitter symbols, "Huh, do you mean, never, never?" Twitter Asgore questioned her, "Yeah, we don't celebrate any holidays to save money," she spoke with her mouth full of food.
"I suppose I can relate; I live in an apartment after all," Twitter Asgore spoke. "Then again, I Twittered the tax collecter, posted his nudes on Twitter, and ruined his reputation beyond repair. I don't have to pay rent anymore," Twitter Asgore let out a chuckle saying that.
"Hmph?" Marie said as she brought her face out of the chicken made up of Twitter Symbols, "Nevermind." Twitter Asgore spoke as he ate a few pieces of chicken made up of Twitter symbols. Some time passed between the few til few foods were left on the table made up of Twitter symbols.
"Man, that was pretty good! How about you?" Marie asked Twitter Asgore, who was staring off into space, "Uh, Asgore, sweetie?" Marie said louder, "Huh?" Twitter Asgore spoke as he snapped out of dissociation. "Whatcha thinking about?" Marie asked Twitter Asgore.
"How to take down Possible Spaghetti Brother and Possible Ketchup Brother." Twitter Asgore spoke with a harsh voice, "Oh right, those guys, man, they must be tough as hell, since, you know, managing to get past your creations," Marie spoke.
"Creations? How would they win against a table?" Twitter Asgore asked, "Eh? Did you not create weapons to fight them?" Marie asked; Twitter Asgore froze in place, his eyes slowly widening; how could he have made such a mistake? Sure, he used his Twitter phone, but how could he have not made weapons, locations; He made Twitter land; why has he not made weapons, items, creatures, duplicates of himself to them!
"D-did, you did not think of this?" Marie let out a chuckle asking Twitter Asgore, his eyes covered by shadows, looking down at the table made up of Twitter symbols. "No, but thank you for helping me find how to take them down." Twitter Asgore said in a deadpan voice. "Oh, no problem! Thank you for feeding! Godbless!" Marie spoke happily.
Twitter Asgore got up from his seat made up of Twitter symbols, "Goodbye, Marie." Twitter Asgore spoke as he started to jog away from the table made up of Twitter Symbols. "Oh! Ok! Godbless! I'll be eating the rest of the food!" Marie spoke as she waved goodbye as Twitter Asgore started to sprint.
Quickly turned into fast, fast turned into super-fast, super-fast turned into Twitter speeds before creating launching Twitter boots as he ran his increasing Twitter speeds. The Twitter shoes are now enhancing his speed to very high Twitter levels. He jumped at high Twitter speeds as the ground tore away from him and crated Twitter shock waves.
Twitter Asgore flew through the air, aiming towards the location he launched away from, yelling. "I WILL GET YOUR NUDES, POSSIBLE SPAGHETTI BROTHER AND POSSIBLE KETCHUP MAN!" He shouted before chuckling, "I WILL POST THEM YOUR NUDES TO 𝔗𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔪!" He yelled even louder before chuckling even louder than his yell; the YEET heard his chuckle throughout the air, wondering what he's doing now.
==The Story of Twitter Asgore==
Status: Finished
Story of Twitter Asgore
Chapter one of Twitter Asgore - The argument of Lesser Dog
Chapter two of Twitter Asgore - Possible Spaghetti Man has Twitter
Chapter three of Twitter Asgore - How to find Possible Spaghetti Brother
Chapter four of Twitter Asgore - Making a plan
Chapter five of Twitter Asgore - A girl
Chapter six of Twitter Asgore - A fight
Chapter seven of Twitter Asgore - Enraged
Chapter Eight of Twitter Asgore - Now what
Chapter nine of Twitter Asgogre - A new method
Category:Stories
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