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Wanna know something that I've been thinking about for a while?

The fact that Frisk knew what Asgore sounded like before they ever met him and that Small Shock went both ways. Provided that The Master of Bullet-hell games isn't controlling Frisk, at some point, they probably died. At least once or twice. Meaning that they got a game over screen, which we all know are Chara's memories of Asgore begging them to stay determined in their final moments. Already super sad and angsty right? But, the thing is, you don't learn about that until you reach the True Lab and watch through all the tapes. You have no idea who the game-over voice belongs to for most of the game. This also means that Frisk has no clue either. Throughout their journey through the Underground, what if they had sort of grown fond of the voice? It would've been the one constant through everything other than the narration. This deep, resounding voice, filled with so much warmth and love it's practically bursting with it, implored them to keep going. To face down whatever was in their way because he knew in his soul that they could conquer it. A voice that sounded so much like a passionate father at a timbits soccer game, picking them back up, dusting them off and telling them to "get back in there" after they've fallen. Because he knows better than anyone that they still have some fire left in them. So? Whenever they died, they listened to the voice and got right back into the fray. Marching through the Underground with a determination so fierce nothing could match it. Because their choices mattered. They mattered. The voice was right; they were the future of Humans and Monsters. And nothing could stop them. Until they reached the throne room. High off of Sans' speech, they march straight in with their head held high. But, all at once, their confidence vanishes. Not because they saw Asgore's towering form, with his sturdy curled horns, broad armoured shoulders and flowing cape. No. It's because of the deep humming coming from the imposing figure, the kind hum they felt in their chest. It kind of sounded like... No! It couldn't be. But it is, as revealed when Asgore speaks. The same fatherly timbre that had insisted that they never surrender belonged to the man that wanted them dead. A man that, when he finally turned around to speak with them, had a face that rhymed with the mother they left behind. A man that stared down at them with just as much fear in his eyes they do because Frisk themself rhymed with a human he knew and loved long, long ago... Quite a shock, isn't it?