Faded Wings [Birdtale Sans x Reader]

Chapter 47- Questioning

Instead of a small corner room attempting to squeeze the truth out of the people who may enter, it was quite large and spacious. The walls were the color of fresh snow as the floor was a soft carpeted grey. In the far left sat a tiny grey filing cabinet with only three drawers, you assumed it held small pieces of paperwork. As the officer could walk over smoothly and pull out the file of evidence in more style instead of having it out already. On the roof above was a small camera, every now and again it would flash a bright red light. Indicating that it was on and recording every second inside the room. In the center of the room settled the iconic metal table and chairs that all crime tv shows had. However, instead of the normal one on one, it was two on one. You sat in one of the two chairs with your sister sitting beside you. Behind the empty chair across from you, you gazed at your dirty reflection on the glass--which was most likely one way--with a blank stare. 

Your light grey shirt had some grass stains and stretches, probably from the night in the woods. Your lower half, however, was covered by the table surface. Nevertheless, you knew it was just as dirty if not dirtier.  You brought your gaze to your face, slowly climbing your way up by each imperfect rung. The corners of your mouth seemed to still have a few crumbs from your divorced husband long ago. Your eyebags seemed to have lightened a bit by a single night's good rest. Although, your eyes looked a lot more tired than usual. (h/c) hair slightly shadowed the edges of your cold eyes, many strands pulled out of your normal ponytail as it was a complete mess.

 You took long deep breaths as you closed your eyes slowly. Attempting to mentally prepare yourself for the possible questions they could ask you. Relax [Y/N], you told yourself, they're going to help you just like John and Willow said. Just relax. You clenched your hands underneath the table to try to stop your light trembling. Although, you reassured yourself multiple times fear still plagued your mind. 

Fear of feeling a leather whip slash into your wings as you bit into a thick belt again. 

Fear of a large shadow towering behind you in the flickering light again.

 Fear of the bud of hope blossoming within you being pulled from its roots again.

Fear of losing everything that you care for again.

Your private meditation session was interpreted when you heard the door swing open. Your (e/c) eyes flew open, catching Officer Ryan as he slipped into the room. He sent to two of you a quick smile as he rested on the seat across from you two, his hands neatly folded in front of him.

"Alright, you two," Ryan started, "I'm going to be asking you guys some questions. It'd be in both of your best interests to answer honestly so, that we understand the situation that we're dealing with. Okay?"His eyes darted back and forth between you and Skyla, awaiting our confirmation. Skyla being the energetic sunshine she is, nodded her head vigorously. If the poor thing weren't attached to her body it would've flown off ages ago from her silly antics. You, however, gave a short nod as you took one last deep breath. "Good," Ryan smiled, "Let's start off with both of your names."

"I'm Skyla [L/N]," Skyla answered.

"I'm [Y/N] [L/N]," You stated. 

"Now what can you tell me about your father," Ryan questioned as he leaned a bit onto the table. His chest slightly touched the table, the bottom of his badge just barely scrapping the metal surface. His arms were now neatly folded on the table and supported his weight while he glanced at both of you. You noticed Skyla smile and light up like the shining, yellow sun upon hearing that question. While you sat beside her in an icy and harsh blizzard, freezing in place. You knew that they were going to ask about your father, however, you didn't assume it'd be so soon. 

"Daddy is really nice," Skyla commented as she raised a finger, "He gives me lots of sweets and hugs whenever he comes home. He sometimes even reads me bedtime stories or he lets me stay up so we can watch Disney movies. Oh, he also tries to help me fly..." Her eyes widened a bit as she remembered something, her cheerful tone turning dreary as she added, "I don't know why he pushed me though." You began to thaw out upon hearing her tone change. You watched as she dropped her head and stare blankly at the table. You frowned slightly and raised a hand to her head, softly petting her brown hair in a comforting manner. I guess she isn't completely okay, you thought wearily. 

"How about you [Y/N]," Ryan said. Your eyes quickly snapped towards him, suddenly remembering about him. As you just ventured through a deadly and vicious blizzard into the darkness slowly growing around Skyla. You tilted your head in confusion, making the officer sigh loudly and press his lips together. "What can you tell me about your father," he repeated.

"Ugh," you trailed off as you scratched the back of your neck lightly. 

Although the Shadow was technically your father, you didn't see him as such. According to your memories, your father was kind to you and loved to be around you. He would wake up early to make pancakes with you and built forts to comfort you during stormy nights. However, he passed away the same night your mother did and the Shadow appeared in his place. God do I miss him, you thought sadly.

"He isn't really home that often," you explained deciding just to reword what Skyla said, "he usually works most of the time so, I'm busy taking care of Skyla. And just like Skyla said, the few times that he is there he plays and hangs out with her." Ryan narrowed his grey eyes slightly, creasing his brown a smidge. 

"Does he hang out with you [Y/N]," Ryan wondered.

Hang out? Would the nightly beatings count as hanging out, you questioned to yourself with a dark chuckle. A dark shadow holding a long rod flashed in your head, along with a faint whisper 'It's all your fault.' Instantly your dark and fucked up humor diminished as you were left with only pain and fear.  

"Not really," you replied shortly. Pulling your eyes away from Ryan and towards your sunshine, who calmed down and was playing with your hand. You put on a shaky smile, hoping that it would help shield you from the black hole sucking you in. Attempting to pull you down into an endless sea of depression and self-hate. Being tormented with his faint whispers as you walk up to your mother's corpse over and over again. The void being the only one to hear your screams and cries while you drown.

"Hmmmm," Ryan hummed. You heard him rustle a bit, however, you didn't pull your eyes away from Skyla. Ryan continued, "We'll get more into that in a bit. However, I'd like to hear what happened yesterday during the Flying Performance. Skyla would you mind going first as you were then [Y/N] can tell her piece afterward." Skyla's eyes widened a bit and squeezed your hand a bit in shock before swallowing loudly. 

"Well, everything happened after [Y/N] went to get me some cotton candy," Skyla started.