The Sundancing Timeline [The Bad Sanses and other Undertale AUs]

Chapter 11: Life Is But A Dream

Palms cushioned by the sand beneath them, as I found my mother staring off at the sunset. The sky was a blend of shades of purple, orange and the blue that would soon conquer the night sky. The breeze played with my short blonde hair. The awe in those lovely emerald irises was something I still remembered despite the time that had passed so long. I don't remember where my father is supposed to be at that moment.

I looked at my mother. Eyes wide and mouth agape. There really was an uncanny resemblance of her in my features. It was an honor, above all else- Mrs Pastora was a vision of beauty and a stronghearted woman. She was someone I was meant to succeed. 

I've failed miserably.

I've disappointed everyone. Myself included.

Yet in the moment as the ghost-like figure of me, grown-up me, stood a few yards away in the water that rinsed the shore, I couldn't feel the pain like I usually would. The soft hush of the shore, accompanied by the sun diving low behind me, made me doubt whether this moment had ever even happened. 

The little figure of me, as I witnessed, was looked at by my mother when she drew herself out of the allure of the sunset. And then I saw it- the kindest smile anyone had ever given me. So calm, so gentle, if anyone looked at me the same way now, I would've been brought to tears. I could see my younger version's eyes grow wider at the sight. My mother pulled the toddler closer to her side, and I hugged her back. Closing my eyes, I rested my head on her shoulder.

It's incredible that I even remember this seemingly simple moment after so much time has passed. It felt unreal, as if my mind was weaving love from the fibres of the soul I never had. 

I choked softly, cupping my mouth as emotion blurred my eyes, spilt out in tiny rivulets. Perhaps, life was just a dream, after all. 

Perhaps I'll wake up one day and find everything to be okay.

I'll find myself safe.

I'll find myself home.

Instead, I find myself limp in a plush bed surrounded by bickering skeletons. The torture of nostalgia had ended, even though I wouldn't have minded if it went on any longer.

In any case, I had returned. This was home.

End of Chapter 11

Hello there, dear reader, long time no see!

I know, you thought I abandoned this book, which I kind of did. Ideas just didn't come to me, and I didn't want to post watered-down garbage on top of my already trashy writing skills. (I hope I improved myself, though!)

I wanted to give this book an update, too, since there are a lot of people who are reading and perhaps waiting patiently for new stuff, so here you go! I apologise, I couldn't post too much since I am working on two other books (one of them has been posted, it's a Dusttale fanfic, go check if you want!) and it's been busy over here with school and stuff.

Again, I still am not satisfied with how this book has turned out so far and want to rewrite it too! Meanwhile, check out the other ongoing story I mentioned on my profile. The upload schedule will be all topsy-turvy, but I'm sure you'd stick around nonetheless!

With that, the mini-Author's note is over, and I hope you have a good day ahead!

Sincerely,

Soulfire.