Breathing heavy you scramble through you bag until you finally find your sketchbook. You bring it out along with a pencils. You open it and write, 'Birdtale'
"There over here!" A middle age man yelled towards the crowd, not that far away from him.
'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit' As the crowd gathered and started running towards you, panicking you quickly rip out the page, throw it at the ground and stomp on it with your foot. It opens a portal and you fall into it before the crowd could grab you. As the crowd stand were you stood, dumbstruck by what they just saw.
"Where did they go?" Someone in the crowd whispered.
Meanwhile you in Birdtale, you fall onto the ground face first. "Mhp!" You lay there for a second before you get up benched while holding your nose. After the pain calms down a bit you check yourself to see if you have any injuries or if anything bleeding. There's nothing wrong, just a few scratches and bruises forming. You sigh in relief. "Never gonna go into Underfell again." you gather any belongings that fell out of your bag. You got up and opened your sketchbook looked around. Your in a field. 'I think this is near where the monsters were sealed.' You wondered.
"What'cha doing there kiddo?" A voice suddenly spoke behind you. You yelped and swung you bag at the person only to realize to late, it was crow. Luckily Crow dodged it like it was nothing. "Woah no need to me alarmed y/n it's just me."
"Oh my god Crow- I didn't know that was you! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to try and hit you, I was just startled by hearing somebody all of a sudden, I'm so sorry!" You sputtered tons of apologies to Crow. He simply grinned lazily as usual.
He gently put his right hand on your shoulder and you stop talking in that instance. "Don't sweat on it kid, I was the one who scared ya."
Sighing from exhaustion finally hitting you after all of the adrenaline wareing off from running away from that mad mob and getting startled by sans. "Okay." was all you could respond with.
Sans stares at you, analyzing you current state. "Uh, did something happen?"
"Oh you know, just got chased by an mob who, for some reason, is mad I took a bunch of sketchbooks, note books, and pencils" Crow looked at you. waiting for you to finish. Groaning "And maybe some of their food..." You grumbled.
"So they have an right to be mad?"
You sighed and nodded. "I suppose so."
"And this is why you can't stay in one Au for long"
You shot a look at Crow and he laughed. "Am I wrong?" He raised a (bone?) brow.
"No...No your not." You admitted. I mean since you've woken up in undertale around 10 months ago, this is your 5th time being chased out of an Au including the one your currently in. The first time was in Birdtale. Frisk quickly realized you weren't supposed to be there and thought you were a possible threat, and well... they tried to get rid if you. Not exactly Frisk but Chara. Then the second Au you went to was Undertale. The same thing happened in the second Au you went to. Then you finally realized, it was probably best to not interact or be discovered by the main key characters. So when you went to your third Au dancetale, you didn't interact with any of the main key characters. You still ended up having to leave that Au after accidentally killing a monster while trying to learn how to do a certain step you kept messing up on. Then there was funtale, you were on the surface and couldn't make any money. Heavenfell was the most interesting one out of all the Au's. based off of underfell but both Frisk and Flowely teaming up as pacifist trying to befriend other monsters even though the rules in the underground were to be killed or kill... Despite knowing you shouldn't have talked to them you still did. It made you feel empathy that they were still tryna be nice even with the system of the underground. You still kinda wished you could've stayed longer.
Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you snap back into reality. "Uh, earth to y/n? Ya still there?" He waved his hand at you.
"hm?" you hummed in response
"Day dreaming about me already?" Crow grinned.
"As if I would feather face!"
"Feather face! Who you calling feather face!"
"Oh I don't know, maybe the person right in front of me?"
He laughed and hits you gently with one of his wings. "So mean." He grinned lazily.
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Sweet Soul
Non-FictionBreathing heavy you scramble through you bag until you finally find your sketchbook. You bring it out along with a pencils. You open it and write, 'Birdtale'