Wings of the Angels (Birdtale!Sans x Angel!Reader)

chapter 4

* edited as of 9/3/2022

It felt as if you had been hit by a truck the moment you stepped out the large doors. As if you had moved into the ninth circle of hell, the 'sky' spat a blizzard of sharp white on you. You hugged yourself, turning abruptly as a slam was heard from behind you. The door that once gave way to the warmth of the Ruins was now shut.

"Shit, shit, shit-" You hissed, tugging on the massive handle. Nothing. Suddenly there was no way to go but through the blizzard. You cursed yourself for being stupid enough to leave, you cursed yourself for not turning back in that hallway to find Toriel. None of it mattered now, though. You reeled back around and started walking again, your steps heavy and cautious. You hugged yourself, nails digging into your forearms as you trudged forward. The wade through the chilling blizzard felt... all too familiar. You stopped to think for a moment, but as if on cue the voice in the back of your head piped up, telling you to press forward unless you liked the idea of freezing to death. You grumbled, abandoning whatever remnant of sleep that clung to you from earlier as you kept trekking through the snow. The snow was high enough to nearly reach your knees with each stumbling step you took. Your shoes were soaked by melted snow, only adding to how cold you were growing. The path that laid out before you seemed almost endless, the blizzard obscuring your vision rather well. Maybe that's why you couldn't really see the figure that was observing you through the storm. The voice warned you to keep your guard up and you now found yourself nodding, a physical response to a voice that you were sure didn't actually exist beyond your fleeting conscious. Some fucked up form of Jiminy Cricket, you deemed it. (Although the voice called you an asshole for calling it that)

You pulled what little layers you had on closer to your body as your footsteps felt heavier and heavier. You grumbled to yourself about how cold you felt, as well as how stupid it was for it to be snowing underground. Your muttering must have been rather loud, because the figure that had been watching you chuckled and suddenly you realized that you weren't alone. Your eyes darted to the indiscernible figure that stood before you, only yards away from you. It seemed to perk up as your gaze snapped toward it, but remained unmoving. Alarm bells rang in your head, accompanied by the voice scolding you for how idiotic you looked gawking at the figure. You had to do something. You looked away swiftly, trying to spot anything to use in defense. A branch stood at attention, bark blackened with age and decay which made it stick out like a sore thumb against the glimmering white snow that continued to spit. You dove for the branch, which seemed rather dramatic considering how close it really was to you. You weren't thinking too much, though. You yanked the stick from its powdery prison, brandishing your wooden weapon to your 'attacker'

"Yeesh, birdie. Don't you think you're overreactin' just a bit?" The sound of the storm almost swallowed the voice, but you could just make out the crunching of snow as the figure pressed closer. You didn't think you were overreacting in the slightest. It was evident as you screwed your eyes shut and kept your makeshift weapon pointed as they drew closer.

And closer

And closer.

"C'mon now, this just feels weird." A dull thunk against your forehead caused (e/c) orbs to roll back open. You tilted your head back to meet the gaze of a skeleton. You quickly realized that if you were on your feet that you'd be taller than him. He hardly held much of a skeletal appearance, in your opinion. The layers of clothes he wore almost gave him a pudgier form. He almost looked soft. With an awkward clear of his throat (which didn't seem possible until now...) the skeleton backed up, dark wings ruffling as he stuck out a gloved hand. "You look like you just saw a ghost or somethin', birdie. You're gonna catch frostbite if you just sit here." You felt bad for staring, and so quietly you took his hand. You were met with a weak, yet surprising jolt of electricity, causing you to yelp and pull your hand back abruptly. "H-Hey! The hell?" You jerked away, although it seemed he was too busy cackling to notice your frustration. "God- that'll never get old." He mimicked wiping a tear from his eye as he stuck out his other hand. You made sure to examine it thoroughly before taking it. No buzzer, thank god. He pulled you to your feet, solidifying your previous thought that you were much taller than him. "Sorry about that, birdie. Couldn't help myself. The look on your face was priceless." His ever-present smile seemed to widen as he slipped the buzzer off his palm and into the pocket of his coat. "Sans, Sans the skeleton. Sentry of Snowdin and local funny guy." He offered his hand once again, which you very reluctantly took. "(y/n)." You didn't want to elaborate, you couldn't even bother to. You found such humor rather tasteless.

His grin seemed to fall a bit, but before he could make a following up comment you were yanked up by the collar of your shirt. You wriggled and thrashed, narrowly avoiding kicking Sans in the head as he ducked. You were now face to face with another skeleton. This one towered over you. He held you as if you were a kitten, leaving you dangling by the collar of your shirt. "GREAT WORK, SANS!" This one's shtick seemed to be a severe lack of volume control. You hissed, covering your ears as the tall skeleton flapped white wings, examining you carefully. You suddenly realized that maybe you had just fallen into a trap. You cast your gaze to the smaller skeleton, who seemed almost as startled as you. He looked from the other skeleton to you before shrugging weakly. Great.