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

chapter 6

*edited as of 12/4/22

You'd never admit it aloud, but you didn't hate the presence of the brothers. Even with the taller skeleton, who you now know as Papyrus, constantly reminding you that you were "his prisoner" the two were hospitable in a weird way. You had only been there two weeks, slowly recovering from your sickness, which Sans said was probably just a bad flu, but you found a little part of you not wanting to leave even as you felt better and better. It was comforting here, after all, the constant stream of nightmares and voice in the back of your head had grown rather minuscule in the time of your stay. In fact, the buzzing in your skull had gone away completely. You were satisfied by this feeling of almost... normalcy, seeming to forget your quest to return back to your abode in the forest above. Instead, you busied yourself in the life of the quaint little town of Snowdin, running errands for and spending your time with the duo that had extended such hospitality to you.

You pulled the winter coat closer to your form as you thumbed over the crinkled list of groceries given to you by Papyrus. For someone who proclaimed that you were his prisoner, he sure had you running many errands for him. Today was shopping. The town was quiet, per usual. You focused more on the crunch of snow beneath your boots as you walked, paying no mind to anything else. You had made this walk so many times already, it was essentially by heart at this point. But, as you looked up you began to realize your mindless walking had carried you elsewhere. Dark trees loomed overhead, branches seeming to reach for you like claws. This was... not the general store. You shook your head, but as you turned the go the other way you felt yourself freeze in place.

"(y/n)? Are you dense or something?" You were shocked as you spun back around to face the voice. It was much less that you were shocked there was another person here, more that you were scared because the voice sounded so.... familiar? Before you stood a youthful figure, one whose face you couldn't make out, even as they only resided feet away from you. Behind them, black downy outstretched from their shoulders in resemblance of the wings of a young raven. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Slowly, the youth moved closer, noticeably leaving no tracks in the snow. "I finally found you— do you know what I had to go through to get to you?" As they spoke again, you began to recognize the voice that flooded your head. Your fucked up little Jiminy Cricket now stood before you.
"H-How did you...?" You toppled over in the snow as they strode closer, hands tucked behind their back. A giggle rang through the air, one that oozed with faux innocence. "I came to give you a present, silly. Watching you scrounge around for that branch earlier was a bit embarrassing. Don't lose this, yeah? I know you don't remember it, but this is really important." They offered you the hilt of a blade, one that seemed to gleam in the little light present. The light caught on the beautiful depictions of blue flowers, and you immediately recognized it as the blade you stabbed yourself with in your dream. Shaky hands reached for the blade and as you took it, you ran it over the dainty engravings.

"Pretty, isn't it, (y/n)?" They say down in the snow in front of them, downy wings flittering as they cupped their hands over the blade. "Don't ask me any questions, just take good care of it, okay? You'll remember soon enough." Their voice was stern as they spoke, getting to their feet. "Good bye, (y/n), and remember, don't go trusting those monsters. They'll wait until you have your back turned to destroy you." You once again opened your mouth to open a plethora of questions that floated about in your mind, but they were gone. Rapid approaching footsteps made you jump, but your gaze was still fixed perfectly to the decorated blade.

"(y/n)? Birdie? What are you doing out here?" You could recognize Sans's voice almost immediately, despite its uncharacteristic worry. You tucked the blade into your coat, looking over your shoulder at him. "I'm... sorry— I got lost," you murmured, carefully rising to your feet. He approached you with caution, pinpricked eyes examining you for any damage. "You've been gone for hours, birdie... if I knew getting the groceries was too hard I woulda tagged along..." He joked, although you could still discern his concern. Hours? It didn't feel anywhere close to that. Although, racking your brain made you feel
worse. You shook your head, taking a gloved hand of the skeleton. "I'm dizzy— let's go home." You mumbled, hardly noticing the skeleton's shock at the contact as you started to drag your feet back toward Snowdin. He sputtered something but trailed behind you, holding onto your hand as if his life depended on it.... or maybe if your life depended on it?