Love Can Fly

Chapter 5

   Sans and I spent hours on his couch, talking and laughing. My wings felt so much more relaxed now that Sans taught me how to rest them like he did.

"Wait wait, you what?!" I asked with a laugh.

"I fell asleep mid-air!" Sans said answered laughing. We had been exchanging funny flying stories for a while now. I didn't have many, but Sans seemed fine with telling most of his. I wiped away a small tear that I had earned from laughing so hard and sighed contently. I felt amazing. I have never had someone to talk about wings with before, and forget swapping silly flying stories. By the time we had finished talking, it was rather late. Right as Sans stood up, Papyrus burst back into the house.

"BROTHER, I HAVE INVENTED A NEW PUZZLE, AND I AM RATHER PROUD OF MYSELF. TO CELEBRATE, I WILL MAKE US SOME CELBRETORY SPAGHETTI!" His pinpricks traveled to me and he smiled. "AH, I SEE YOU ARE STILL HERE! COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS, COULD YOU!" It sounded less like a question and more like a statement. Sans looked at Papyrus, his grin still glued onto his face.

"Exactly, bro! I was wondering if she could stay with us for a small bit." Sans seemed a bit more hyper and happy now that his brother was back. Papyrus nodded.

"OF COURSE THEY MAY!" He marched off to the kitchen, humming a tune.

Sans looked at me with a grin. "Kid, I know I saved you from eating spaghetti before, but if I know my bro –and I do- then this time both of us'll have to eat it." I nodded. After all, it couldn't be that bad.

Papyrus came running into the room happily, holding three plates of spaghetti. Now, one plate was in his left, one in his right, and the third was perfectly balanced on his head. He handed me a plate and handed Sans one as well, and sat down on the couch. After he sat down, he took out his fork –Which was resting on his food- and started to eat. I looked down at my food, and then at Sans. Sans appeared to be slightly nervous, but took his fork and raised it to his mouth. As soon as it was in front of his mouth, it disappeared with a silent poof of magic. Cheater. I once again looked at my plate and finally picked up the fork. I twisted it around some spaghetti and pretty much shoved the fork into my mouth. I swallowed, and my eyes widened and I barely stopped myself from spitting it out. I forced myself to swallow and not made a gagging sound. I ate the entire plate, all without hurling. I was rather proud of myself. I swear I tasted worms once or twice... Papyrus had ate his whole plate as well, and Sans had 'eaten' his as well.

I glared at Sans, seeing that he was looking at me wide-eyed. "You ate the whole thing?" He whispered. Papyrus didn't seem to hear.

"Yeah, because I'm not a baby."

"Name calling. Yeah, you're totally not a baby."

"AH, HUMAN! YOU MUST HAVE ENJOYED YOUR PLATE! WOULD YOU LIKE MORE!" Papyrus suddenly said.

"No thanks! I'm full." I answered quickly.

"QUITE UNDERTSTANDABLE." He stayed silent for a moment. ". . . ARE YOU A HUMAN?? YOU LOOK LIKE ONE. . . WELL, I MEAN, I'VE NEVER SEEN ONE BUT YOU LOOK A LITTLE LIKE I HAVE IMAGINED."

I looked down at my feet and Sans stood up. "I'm going to take the plates to the kitchen." He said, taking the plates and walking to the kitchen. The sound of water from a sink started.

"BUT SANS, YOU NEVER. . . OKAY." Papyrus looked back at me.

"Well, you see, I am human, just not a normal one. As far as I know, no other human has wings."

"THEN WHY DO YOU HAVE THEM?!"

"I've been told a lot, but what I've heard most is that it was a freak accident." I looked at Papyrus who had an interested look on his face and then I looked back down. "Actually, I've heard that I was a freak accident."

Silence filled the entire home. The sound of water was gone. The happy aura seemed gone too. Sans walked back in, his eye sockets black.

"Papyrus, I think it's time for bed. I'll read you your favorite story." I heard Papyrus stand up and start heading upstairs, and Sans followed.

Why did I say that? Why? Why? WHY?

I heard the flipping of a switch and the lights went off, and the only lights in the house anymore were the light from the upstairs room and a lamp by the couch. A door closed with a squeak and I could hear the brothers talking. I hardly understood anything that they were saying, and this time I figured that was for the best. I laid down on my stomach, closing my eyes.

Darn wings. I've never known what it's like to lie on my back without nearly crushing them.

My mind wondered, and it wondered so far I almost wasn't sure if it was going to come back. I fought against sleep, and instead forced myself to plan.

I can't stay here forever. I will have to find a way to the surface, one way or another. Maybe I can ask around the underground a bit... Will anyone want to talk to me? What are the other monsters like down here? What if... What if...

Sleep.