Palette's POV
I smile as I walk through my dream, looking at the colorful surroundings. My dream was very friendly and happiest in weeks. I have some cautions though since the last time I had a dream so good that it was intruded. And sure enough my concerns are validated as Dream steps out from behind a cotton candy tree.
"Son, you've been radiating with positivity lately. You've gone off the charts."He says, smiling
"Yeah, no thanks to you."I say, continuing past him
I find a large weeping willow tree, the overhanging branches letting the vine-like leaves to droop down, sheltering me. Each branch dangles happy memories with those that I love and care about. Clyde, Goth, Raven, Shino, Radier, Tina, Gradient, PJ, all our friends. Some vines even include Asgore or Goth's parents and uncles. All these leaves glimmer brightly. I smile, turning and admiring the sight of it. I see an engraving forming on the bark reading: Family Memories!
I smile wider. But then a strong wind blows it away until it is an empty, bare and replaced with the carving turning red. I frown, hearing footsteps behind me.
"I am insulted though that you'd lie to yourself about your family. You should know better about who your real family is. You can't choose or change your family. Where you come from."He says, touching the tree with a proud grin
"That being? Why don't you refresh my memory?"I ask with sarcasm
"Not glitches like those boys. You're my son whether you like it or not. You have an uncle and a second father, Ink. It may not be perfect but it's yours to live with, not to run from. You have to be brave and accept it, not run from and deny. There's some good in it. Observe."He says, touching the tree
A bright glow spreads from his hand until it took the entire tree. Then it turns a dark black and withers away into nothing.
"You were saying?"I say
"Oh come on! There's got to be some part of you that knows that we're family. You should know better."He says
I reach the ground and pat it, allowing a fresh tree to rise from the ground, glimmering with my real memories again.
"Well let's fix this. You're my son and always will be. No matter what happens, I will be your father and you will be my son. I have the right and ability to see you and work on our bond and do what I believe is right for you. So just wake up and-"He begins
Thunk! Thud!
I wake up in surprise and glance around, seeing that I'm in a box as it bounces along to the motion of travel. I feel two arms wrap around me gently, pulling me closer. I see Goth hugging me close, a dazed look in his eyes that is familiar to me.
Oh, it's time for that...Welp, better than whatever THAT was becoming.
"Palette.....Hello...Sorry to disturb you..."He says quietly
"Hey Gothy. It's alright, you didn't disturb me."I tell him
Instantly his face burns a bright purple.
"Palette...."He whines, hiding in his scarf
"Yes?"I ask with a grin
"You...know...how that name gets to me."He whispers
"Does it bother you?"I ask
He shakes his head.
"I...like it...."He says
"Well then I'll keep using it."I say
"I....love you, Palette..."He says, hugging me close
I smile wider at him. I nuzzle my head against his head.
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The Artist and the Angel(A Poth story)
Fanfiction*THIS IS A SEQUEL TO MY AFTERDEATH BOOK: A TALE OF DEADLY LOVE! PLEASE READ THAT FIRST TO UNDERSTAND SOME PLOT HERE! It isn't anything major, but having that knowledge may help your reading experience and enjoyment. Your choice at your own pleasure*...
