A Fan Made Story For BirdTale Sans - (Includes Jevil x Spamton)

Idk if i want to continue this please save me

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Hello, welcome to this cursed story. I have come to tell the tale of birdtale sans and how he came to be. It all started with two individuals, but two you might not expect, well if you didn't read the name that is. Jevil & Spamton gave life to this tiny sans in a pipis egg. So now, I proceed to tell the story.

The two love *birds were waiting patiently for it to one day hatch. So excited. They waited every day for when it'd hatch in the cute little nest, they made for the pipis egg. It had blue ribbon and cute little pins made into the soft woven nest. The pipis egg gently lied under a tiny blanket in the bed made for it. Spamton had just returned from his dumpster search for things to sell at his [Specil shop!], and Jevil had stolen some stuff with his chaotic tactics. This unlikely couple were happy together, somehow... eh uh. Anyways. The house they lived in was small, yeah, but, livable. Now. Back to the egg. Spamton & Jevil had cleaned themselves up, then going to check on the egg. The ongoing salesmen and the chaotic ex-jester had entered the cozy room with the nest, both leaning in & placing a gentle peck onto it. . . the egg would then begin to crack after the affection. The two shook some out of shock, holding onto the nest.

The pipis egg cracked & shivered, it, meaning the crack, getting bigger every few seconds, before it finally hatched open. The top part of the eggshell toppled over, and the bottom part broke into pieces. Then, a tiny skeleton with aw material little wings folded up on it's back, was curled up in the broken eggshells. It's mini fragile soul beating quickly inside of its exposed ribcage. Next it would look up at its two parents. How did these two monsters give life to a skeleton?... uh. Best not to ask. Spamton, the ad rident salesmen, smiled(?) and gently used the tip of his finger to caress its little cheek. It would giggle faintly from this, as its ectoplasm covered wings tried to flap out of the first emotion it has felt; happiness. It did not quite understand it at the time, but its loved. The tiny skelly is lucky to be in a loving home. The new world, new experiences, and new challenges to overcome. Jevil would sigh happily, gently kissing the little skeleton's forehead which was semi coated in ecto. Though the ex-jester did not care for that. He only wished to give affection to his newly hatched enby child (since it could be anything actually).

Spamton lifted his sleeves & would then lightly pick the skeleton up into his hands, aww it clung onto Spamton's finger with little strength it had. The businessman began to walk off to the bathroom to go and clean off his and Jevil's new baby. Jevil followed, wanting to help. The baby skelly nuzzled into Spamton's palm as the three entered the bathroom. Spamton gestured Jevil to turn on the sink & he did just as he was asked to, going around Spamton and the newly hatched baby, the sink began to flow cold water that slowly heated up with time. Jevil ran off to the other room, and returned with a rag that was soft enough, I guess. He sat it into the sink above the closed drain once the water was warm but not too warm to where it would hurt the baby. Spamton, with a soft touch, delicately sat the baby into the shallow water. The little skelly was confused. It wanted to cling onto mama Spamton's finger again. But this water felt nice. It sat there, with its wings trying to flutter around in it.

Spamton had a tiny (shot gla- /j) cup like a shot glass (I told you) & filled it with the not so warm or cold water. He'd gently run one of his fingers through its fragile wings along with the water he dripped onto its wings every so often, trying to wash the ectoplasm off so it can move its wings. Soon enough he did just that, both wings of the skeleton had been cleansed of the goop but dripping wet with water. It would then slightly flap its wings about, splashing the water somewhat. Spamton chuckled some in a slightly twitchy way. He proceeded to fill the cup up & softly sploosh some of the water onto its head. It blinked, looking around after that happened. It looked up at mama, who was so, big and tall, compared to itself. It had water in its eyes, though. So, it continued to blink, trying to get it out. Spamton would use the tip of his thumb to wipe its little sockets. It made the faint giggling noises and its wings fluttered around. After the water was now coldish, Spamton grabbed a hand towel that hung from a bar & delicately picked it up from the water. He held the baby in the towel, it being wrapped up to get dried off. It shivered lightly, its wings folding up on its back. It whined a little, nuzzling up into the hand towel with a yawn to follow.

With an ''aw [LOOK AT those deals!] that...'' the salesmen slowly trotted out of the bathroom, Jevil had went off to get extra supplies for the baby. Spamton had walked into his and Jevil's room. He'd lightly cozied up the drying off and tired baby into a tiny bundled up thing of blankets that was on the bed, then him walking over to a table that was against the wall, sitting down in the chair that had a sewing machine, a black marker, some gentle black fluffs and different types of fabrics Jevil managed to steal not long ago. He'd crack his nonexistent knuckles before getting to work with the pen, marking out shapes of clothing that Spamton thought would fit the newborn. He used his hands as reference since the baby was a bit bigger than both his hands. The now sleeping baby skeleton was curled up with the hand towel and blankets, smiling a tiny bit.

To be continued. . . maybe. Idfk.

(*since they have a child with bird wings? ... did you come all the way down here just to hear my stupid joke or to read this blursed story.)