When Two Worlds Collide. (Sans x Reader)

Chapter 5

I'm sorry for the late update but, as I said, I have exams all this week so I'm stressing about that! Anyway, hope you like the new chapter!!

Toriel gently released the wing and wiped her brow. She looked drained from the expense of healing magic.

"Ah, it has been a while since I last used that much concentrated magic. The most I heal these days is Frisk's knees when they graze them, which is surprisingly often for such a small human." She smiled, giggling. Frisk frowned and Thalia snickered slightly as they lightly batted Toriel's paw to express they're annoyance.

Thalia stretched out her beautiful, gold tipped, black wings, until they brushed the sides of the couch. Her wingspan was huge, about two meters to be precise, and each feather was silky and well preened, though still slightly wet from the night before.

She shrugged her shoulders a few times, feeling for pain, then broke into a smile.

"Woah, that feels so much better!" she breathed, opening and closing her wing. She stood and pulled Toriel into a tight hug, who gladly excepted, then moved to stand beside Sans.

"So, my child, where are you from? I am the ex-queen of the Underground and I know every monster who lived there so either you're a very unusual human or you come from somewhere else" Toriel asked, tilting her head in slight confusion.

Sans watched in amusement as Thalia's eyes widened when Toriel mentioned being the ex-queen. He restrained a snort as Thalia hastily bowed in front of the tall goat monster. Obvious discomfort showed in her pale purple eyes as she reached out to pull Thalia gently out of the awkward bow.

"Now child, let us forget about my previous title. I assure you it means nothing to me now. Consider me more as a mother! Anyway, you were informing me of your background?" Toriel smiled, watching Thalia with a soft expression on her furry face.

Thalia nodded and smiled in return, relief clear on her face. Frisk plopped themselves on the couch, eager to hear the stranger's story, and gestured for everyone else to follow. Thankful for the excuse to sit, Sans lumbered around the sofa and slouched down into his favourite spot. Frisk immediately curled up to his side, like a cat would to their owner.

Chuckling, he threw an arm round their shoulders, giving them a light squeeze before ruffling their hair playfully. They pretended to be annoyed but Sans knew better as they "reluctantly" settled down beside him, pressing further into his side.

Toriel was smiling at the whole display, obviously happy to see the ambassador so content, and carefully sat down onto the couch. Even though she denied being anything remotely close to a queen, she held herself with such dignity that it was hard to agree with her point of view.

After awkwardly hovering for a second, Thalia finally took a seat in between Toriel and Sans, uncertainty crowding her face as she tried to figure out where to start. Luckily, Toriel seemed to pick up on her hesitation.

"So, my child, may you tell us where you came from?" She prompted lightly. Thalia shot her a grateful look.

"Okay, how well do you know Roman Mythology?" she begun, scanning Toriel's face for her reaction. The goat monster looked slightly confused at the question but shook her head uncertainly.

"I have read one or two books on it yet I know very little on the subject. Why do you ask this, child?" she questioned, tilting her head ever so slightly. Thalia sighed.

"Wow, even monsters have forgotten about us." She looked so dejected that Sans just had to reach out and rub her shoulder gently. She smiled sadly back.

"I'm sorry, I thought the humans would've shared their knowledge of us with you monsters. You see, long ago, humans worshipped this race called the Olympians. The Olympians were in control of everything in the world and beyond. The Sky, the Sea, the Elements and even Death itself. They were a force to behold. The humans made temples, sacrifices and many dedicated their lives to them, studying to appease these gods. There were many immortal Olympians, some never leaving Olympus yet many leaving to complete missions set by the council. They lived in harmony with the humans for aeons, you monsters tended to ignore us, until they stopped believing in us. The Olympians' leaders were quarrelling on who owned what and things got nasty. The people were divided into their beliefs. They were restricted to Olympus and couldn't visit earth. Humans became spiteful, thinking their gods had abandoned them, and destroyed most traces of Olympus. They're now remembered in ridiculous stories and decorations. The Olympians are truly forgotten." She finished, glaring at the ground.

Frisk clambered over Sans and wrapped Thalia in a tight hug, burying their face in her side. Surprised, she hugged back and rested her chin on Frisk's head. Sans glanced over at Toriel. Her brows were knitted into a frown as she tried to add everything up. Realisation flashed across her face and she looked up at Thalia and Sans, eyes wide.

"My child! Are you trying to tell me that you're an Olympian? That you're one of the forgotten?" she exclaimed, wonder clear to hear in her voice. Thalia said nothing but locked eyes with Toriel, nodding once. Silence echoed around the room.

Sorry it's so short again!