Butterfly Curtains - Undertale and AU's FanFiction

Prologue Chapter

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//PS: This chapter was written in a semi-abstract state of mind. lol//

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Butterfly curtains.... nearly every person has had one, or a another instance of picturing something through the image of one. Much like adding a filter onto an existing scene in real life, trying to see just how much you can change it.

Maybe you are moving to a new home... and you want to picture what your new room will look like- using your imagination to make it as crazy, or controlled, or even as strange as you could ever want it to be. The altering of a contemporary reality, or the adjusting of a mental image based on personality, or yearnings, or mood; the mental want or desire for something. Maybe even someone?

Butterfly Curtains can often be viewed as a coping mechanism, or a means of entertainment.

However....

Sometimes, if wished on long enough... they can become a toxic coping mechanism. Bleeding and blending it with reality after the true hopes and dreams of one have either dried or shattered. What happens after then? What does one do- when their curtains blend into their reality, and encompass their visions? Just how dangerous can it be?

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The world can be a dark, and terrible place. Maybe even unbearable, if you have been exposed to life's many, many stages of cruelties. It seemed as though there would be never ending cycles of constant agony, despite the pit-stops and side-glances of long-gone; almost seemingly-foreign, happy memories.

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Chasing around a butterfly in a pit of dreams, a monochrome skeleton of modest appearance ran after the quaint, lightly-glowing and rather obscure being that he had been tailing for the last little while.

The wings of the quaint creature flittered and fluttered effortlessly as he chased it. Bobbing on the invisible air as it avoided it's many obstacles along the way. Small trails of blue dust and small silvery sparkles fall from the creature, fading in a blur before they could even have a chance to touch the crunching dead grass below the skeleton's feet.

A voice echoed from the skeleton, fading out into the open air as he called to the small being. No matter what he did, he had no ability to teleport. He could not run any faster that he was going, and he seemed to lack any other means to gain speed. Even with the butterfly seeming to be fluttering at the same speed as before, he was slowly losing his closeness to it.

It continued on forward, faster, and faster, and faster still, until it vanished in a small extinguished glowing puff in the far perimeter of his vision. The dust evaporating into nothingness as the shadows around him seemed to grow all the brighter without the opposing light to keep them at bay.

The skeleton found himself falling to his knees, and crying immediately. The world around him seemed to be getting colder, and colder. Everything felt as if it were ice, jabbing in at his sides, and stabbing at his vulnerable, passive form. He curls into himself in response, crying to himself as he buries his face in the messy, saturated knees of his shorts. Running through water had not done him any justice. The water was just another constant reminder of his sorrows.