Frisk + Asgore: Father-Child Bonding
(This story contains a lot of tickling in it. If for whatever reason that makes you uncomfortable, I suggest that you either read with caution or skip this entirely. Otherwise, enjoy.)
It was a lazy day in Frisk's house. The only two home were Frisk and Asgore. Frisk just wondered around aimlessly through the halls of the house, not really knowing what to do. Asgore was in the living room laying on a recliner with his feet up, sleeping. Frisk walked into the living room, wanting to do something with their adopted goat-dad.
Frisk: *You walk up to Asgore, wanting to do something with him. You call his name to wake him up.
Asgore: "Zz-huh!? Oh, hello my child.", he said waking up.
Frisk: *You tell Asgore that you want to spend time with him.
Asgore: "Well, I am not sure what we could do. What do you suggest, Frisk?"
Frisk: *You think of something. You tell Asgore so.
Asgore: "Ok, what is it that you wish to do?", he asked.
Frisk: *You walk up to Asgore's enormous, white left foot . You hu