"Clip, clip, clip!" went Asgore's shears, snipping away small twigs he deemed growing too long for its proper length.
He took a step back, observing his handiwork. Satisfied that the hedge was a perfect square, he turned his attention the the rest of his garden. All around him was well-kept flora, flowers of many colors, not a single weed between them, grew in their respectful beds, giving way a sweet scent.
Asgore turned again, this time looking at the children that were playing on the green grass he made sure were cut short often. He looked at the school that were several feet away, which had vines growing all over its walls, giving it a welcoming look. Asgore swelled with pride.
All of this was his work. As groundkeeper, Asgore made sure that the school's yards were pleasing to the eye. Tending to plant life was a special talent, next to making tea, that this gentle giant harbored.
As Asgore watched his hard work flourish, he was unaware that two children, a human and a monster, who were playing soccer, accidently kicked the ball towards him. He only became aware of it when the ball came rolling past him and into the bushes behind him.
"I'll get it for you," Asgore said when the boys came running up to him.
The goat man went to his knees and crawled underneath. The ball was in pretty deep, so Asgore, with some effort, squeezing in his bulky frame, had to crawl quite a distance. He finally grabbed it, but when Asgore pulled the ball to him he saw a small box right behind in. Frowning, Asgore picked it up, too.
Crawling out of the hedge, he went to one knee, handing them the ball. "Here you go," Asgore said, smiling.
"Thank you, mister," the human said, beaming.
The boy ran back to the field with his friend. Asgore watched them go, a smile still on his face, before he turned his attention back to the small box in his huge paw, his smile fading. Now who could be so careless to leave this behind, littering his beautiful garden?
Asgore decided to open it, and the goat man found, surprisingly, a gold ring inside. Picking it up, he studied it, and, if he looked closely, he could see words engraved in it, but it was too faint for Asgore to make it out.
The responsible thing to do at that moment was to hand it in the school, so that they could figure out who it belonged to, but Asgore, for some reason, found himself slipping it over his ring finger.
Suddenly, he felt the ring give his finger a squeeze, like it was hugging him. Asgore tried to get it off, but it didn't budge no matter how much he twisted and pulled.
"Come off, you dame thing!" the goat man said threw gritted teeth, sweating with effort.
He finally gave up, realizing that he might draw unnecessary attention to himself. Asgore didn't know who this accursed ring belonged to, but it seemed to weld itself to his finger. He had a feeling that this object had a sinister intent, and he needed to remove it as quick as possible.
"Stay calm," Asgore thought to himself, "You can fix this."
Reasoning with himself, the goat man concluded that the ring was magical and that something that possess magic as well can remove it. He knew just the person.
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