DSMP Oneshots

One Last Dance

TW: Neglect? Not on purpouse tho, Always feel free to tell me what I missed

Fundy walked through the cobbled streets of L'manburg, watching people talk and smile. Lots of them were slowly disappearing indoors to eat dinner with their family, the fox boy knew his father would be to busy to eat with him. That's why he was out and about.

A statue sat in the middle of the town, a girl who has long hair, a poofy dress, a pretty smile, and no eyes. She wasn't finished, but the statue seemed better that way, atleast in the fox's opinion. That would mean her smile wouldn't be set for eternity with only one meaning. Fundy wanted her to feel. A sad smile when he was sad, a proud smile when he need approval and his father was absent, a kind smile when he missed her.

His father had always said that she was once apart of the city he now ran, that she was important. That she would be there for anyone who needed her. And the locals, his friends, said that it was rumored that the statue would come alive when her true heir held her hand.

Wilbur had held her hand so many times, looking as if he expected something that wouldn't come. And, nothing ever came of it. After a while, he didn't visit her anymore. But Fundy did. He sat hat her feet sometimes, other times he brought his friends here where they would hang out and talk, sometimes he would talk to her while eating lunch and proofing battle plans. The city was never at peace, but Fundy didn't mind that tonight.

Tonight, he sat at her feet again, eating dinner. A sandwich the kind baker gave him.

"You know," he spoke to the statue, looking at his hands in his lap, sandwitch left next to him, "you feel more like a mother, than my Mom ever did. She isn't here, probably saw me and ran like my father does. He cares more about L'manburg than he does about me." He stood, turning to face the statue, "I know you aren't real, but you seem real to me." He reached out impulsively, grabbing her hand.

He'd never held her hand before, he'd never touched her before, and it showed. Because suddenly, she wasn't a grey statue, withering with time, but an olive skinned woman with red curly hair, a poofy green dress, and a kind smile. And her eyes.

Fundy stared into her green eyes, which held nothing but warmth, kindness, and love. They were familiar, but he couldn't place them.

Then time seemed to come back into reality as the women's smile fell, and she looked around in confusion, "where...Fundy?"

"Um," he dropped her hand, backing away, "how do you know my name?"

"You're my son," she reached out to him, her kind smile returning and her eyes welled with tears, "how could I forget your name?" She held his hand in hers, the other coming up to cup his face, "Look at you, you're a beautiful young man."

"I'm sorry," he stepped away, "but my mother left, and I'm fairly certain she wasn't made of stone," this woman wasn't made of stone, sure her hands were brought like stone, but they were warm and gentle.

"My boy, you don't understand," she let a tear slip as her smile turned sad, "It was never meant to be. We were cursed from the start."

He shook his head, "what do you mean?"

"I only get one night, then I'm gone forever. The God was kind to give me you, but I couldn't pay him back, and all magic comes at a price. But he was gracious enough to grant me one last memory with you when you came to me. And you came, like I knew you would."

"You're my mother? You didn't leave me?"

"I would never, my love. You're my gift from heaven, I would never want to leave you!"

"Oh my goodness," under the stars, a mother and son embraced for the first time. Fundy let his tears fall, burying his head into his mother's shoulder. She smelled like sea salt, and wind, and in his mind, she was perfect.

She hummed a soft tune to him, it reminded him of a music box, or of home. She swayed them, still holding him close, "would you like to dance under the stars? One last beautiful memory?"

He took her hand, a smile on his face, "one last dance."

They swayed and danced to a song in their heads, under the stars that shone brightly in their inky home. It was graceful, peaceful even, to live in the moment. Twirling around the podium his mother used to stand on.

"I've always wanted to meet you," Fundy admitted, "Dad said you were the light of his world, and when I was born his world had never been brighter. But he never acted like it. So i wanted to know what made you special."

"Oh Fundy," she frowned, "it's not what made me special, he didn't know about the curse. He believes I left him, and sadly it has to stay that way. But he loves you very much, I promise. You should have seen him on your birthday, he cried."

"He did?" The fox boy giggled at the thought, his father had never been one to show much emotion, let alone cry.

She chuckled along with him, spinning him around, "he did! He cried when you cried for the first time, and he cried getting to hold you for the first time. He absolutely adores you, I promise."

"Can you go see him?"

"I was given time to see you, not him, as much as I wish I could. That would be breaking an already fragile deal. But you can tell him I said Hello and I love you. Alright?"

"Okay," he sighed. And the dance continued. They glided along, atleast an hour of beautiful bliss, nothing but them, the moon, and the music in their soul.

But Fundy quickly noticed as his mother's dress became stiff, and her curls didn't bounce. She slowly led them back to her podium.

"I love you, Fundy."

"Mom?"

He didn't get the chance to say it back as she held her hands out, waiting for someone to take them, her dress still in motion as the stone took over.

"Mom!" He grabbed her outstretched hands, but she didn't come back, she didn't spring to life like she had the first time. She sat there, a sad smile on her lips, at least, that's what he wanted them to be. But the statue was finished, she had closed eyes, her face forever restful and at peace.

"I love you too," he fell into her arms, hugging her tight as he cried.

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As the sun rose the next day, whispers spread across the town. Sally had moved, she had found her true heir. Her one love. It depended on the legend you believed, but she was at peace now.

AAAYYYYY, I'm really proud of this one! I love it a lot! I'm also really proud of the symbolism, I know I probably shouldn't point it out but I'm going to anyway!

In the beginning, Sally was unfinished and anonymous. This represented she had unfinished business and she wasn't supposed to be recognized as a symbol. But now she's done what she needed, and she's at peace with it, finally able to be accepted as a symbol of rest, peace, and finality.

As always have an awesome day/night and know you are loved <3