Asgore could hear the hoard outside his door. He wanted to escape and just wanted to leave...but he couldn't. If he jumped out of the window the zombies would surely hear him scream in pain once he landed. Worst, he couldn't outrun them because of his leg. The only chance he would survive is if he stayed in this room and made sure no one got in. He had already locked the door and was just trying to stay quiet. 

    "Oh, Asgoooore!"

    There came a knock at the door and a low grim laugh. Asgore began shaking just at his voice and imagining what he'd do once he got in. On the other side, Jevil was smiling and laughing and was knocking on the door holding a different weapon. It was a weapon that looked almost like a blue and yellow scythe.

    "Don't be a wimp, and get your a** out here right now!"

    "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU PSYCHOPATH!"

   "I thought such a strong, muscular, monster like yourself would be more confident?" Jevil laughed and smiled an even more wicked smile. "Toriel would be ashamed to have even been associated with you."

   "L-LEAVE ME ALONE!"

   Asgore was supposed to be the man that stood up for himself, but instead was crying on the other side of the door from a lanky murderer. He could hear Jevil press his keys into the lock and twist them. The door swung open to reveal Jevil in his getup, holding his scythe in hand.

  "I know you're in here, Asgore. Stop hiding and reveal yourself."

  There were multiple spots to look in this room, under the table, under the bed, behind the bookshelf that was next to the b-- he caught a glimpse of something moving under the bed. Jevil smiled, he knew exactly where Asgore was hiding. Jevil slowly moved towards the bed. holding his scythe and ready to attack.

  "Gotcha."

 Jevil quickly turned around and pushed the bookshelf down, revealing Asgore who held his hands up in the sky. Jevil ran to him, putting the scythe to his neck.

 "You might think that you're 3 steps ahead of me," Jevil started, pushing the scythe further towards his neck. "But you're really 5 steps behind me."

 Jevil grabbed his scythe and pointed the end to Asgore's face.

"Nighty Night, bi***!"

With that, Jevil whacked him hard in the center of his forehead, knocking him out unconscious.