*DISCONTINUED* Can you hear me? [Sans x Reader]

twenty eight

What? Two chapters in one day? OMG! Stay tuned for the author's note below~

You took in a sharp breath, a gasp if you will, as you took air into your lungs for what felt like the first time. The air rushing through your nose and mouth was musty and stale, feeling dry on you tongue. As your breathing deepened, your lungs getting used to the sensation, you began to pick out sensations, everything too new for you. In the air you could smell dust and old metal, the scent of a long forgotten place. Your ears twitched as you listened to your own breathing, the hollow sound echoing within the space and picking out the pounding of your heart underneath that. Against your skin you could feel the scant scratch of cotton, the pressure of a smooth surface against your back. A soft weight against your shoulder a twitching sensation at the base of your spine. All of these feelings were new and confusing. The sensations almost overwhelming.

Concentrating on the sound and feel of your heart pounding in your chest, you took in a few calming breaths through your nose, getting used to the smell of the world around you. Once you could breath easily and your heart was not threatening to jump from your chest, you blinked your eyelids a few times in order to open them. Squinting against the darkness surrounding you, it took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the gloom enough to allow you to see. There was a glass surface a few inches before your face, but you were unable to see much outside it due to the layer of grime that crawled up the surface. Curious as to the world that sat outside the glass, you pressed a tentative palm against the cool surface, pausing to look at your hand. It was small, and you weren't quite sure why that was odd to you. Other than that there was nothing un-ordinary about it. Turning your attention back to the glass you applied a light amount of pressure to the surface, then a little more when it didn't budge.

It still didn't move, so you pressed both hands to the surface and really pushed. Unexpectedly, the glass swung away from you, and with the sudden lack of support you spilled onto the floor. You landed hard on the tile, catching yourself on your elbows and knees. Pain zipped up your lower back as something became trapped. It was soft and thick like a rope. When you moved your arm, the pain stopped. Twisting your head around you noted that a long, fuzzy tail connected to the base of your spine. It was covered in soft, dark brown fur, and puffed out in a poof of fur closer to the end. It didn't escape your notice that you had two, smallish wings protruding from your back. They were covered in soft feathers, the uppermost ones a light, dusty (1st f/c), the ones in the middle a darker (2nd f/c), and the bottom a dark brown. Huffing, you pushed your tail to the side and sat up, taking a look at your dingy surroundings for the first time.

You were in some sort of long and wide room, the floor and half the walls covered in tiles, and the roof high above you. The walls behind and in front of you were lined with these metal and glass containers of some sort, and casting a glance behind you you noticed that you had come from one such containment unit. Sprouting from the tops of each unit were a tangle of cords that reached up to the ceiling and formed a sort of web across the surface. The room had only one light source, a single lightbulb that glowed near the wall to your left. Under the light was a table, and the only thing on the table was a old brown bag. Looking to the right, you noticed there was a door leading to somewhere imbedded into the wall.

Pushing yourself to your feet, you wobbled unsteadily for a moment, your knees knocking together and your ankles threatening to give under your weight. But you managed to find your balance, your tail swishing against the ground and wings changing position subconsciously to aid you. Wobbling towards the table, you smacked your hands into the cold surface for support, having nearly fallen a couple times during the five foot journey. You simply weren't used to the whole walking thing yet it seemed. Or maybe it was the tail-wing combination thing that was throwing you off.