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

chapter 9

*edited as of 7/22/23

*i'm attempting to edit the rest of this so i can start getting new chapters out asap :)

When you awoke, the events prior to your slumber were a blur. In fact... so much so that anytime you tried to think of what happened, a sharp pain crackled through your head like fireworks. You sat up in a patch of blue grass, the everlasting night of the underground looming over you. You rubbed your eyes, which stung as you tried to take in your surroundings. You looked down a yourself, tutting in surprise at the damage done to your winter coat. You felt guilty, although you couldn't begin to think of a reason why it would have gotten so jacked up. You hoped Sans and Papyrus wouldn't be too mad... wait...

Sans and Papyrus... where were they?

A splitting burst of pain sent you clutching your head, curling up into a ball as you tried to soothe yourself again. You drank in your surroundings again. It was quiet, aside from the sound of flowing waters and maybe even a few indistinct whispers. Once the pain had died down enough, you found yourself sitting up again. You gazed about the patch of grass which had been your bed, discarding your coat in the center of it as you rose to your feet. It was nice here, not even close to being as cold as Snowdin. Although, you still felt yourself missing the company of your skeletal friends. You looked around, brows knitted in confusion as you started to wade through the grass, hands hanging at either side. Your fingers brushed against the undergrowth, lingering on the petals of glowing blue flowers which seemed to giggle and dance, spouting disembodied pieces of conversations. You listened half-attentively, lids heavy as you walked, almost in a trance-like state. The conversations flowed past you like the water in the stream that you walked alongside, words going in one ear and out the other.

"(y/n)...?"

You stopped in your tracks, looking around. You felt your stomach tighten as you tried to pin the voice. It hardly even felt familiar to you, maybe? You were still shaking off your sleep. You started your trek in the direction of what you really hoped was Snowdin. You had completely disregarded the fact you were now without proper protection from its rather harsh climate, you could only think about being back with Sans and Papyrus. Everything else seemed to be on halt for now.

"(y/n)...? Hey! Wait up!"

You stopped again, eyes darting to the flower that craned out of the patch of grass beside you. It was talking... to you? Why? You turned fully to face the flower, kneeling down on the path to clasp gentle fingers around it. "Hello...?" You murmured

"Hello...?"

It hissed back in a tone that was vaguely your own. It wasn't talking to you... it was repeating someone talking to you. This place was just full of headaches. You tssked, getting back to your feet. Again, you started a slow trot down the path, listening closely to the whispers of the flowers now.

"(y/n)! I almost lost you... where are you going?"

"Hush, ------! I wasn't even walking that fast, let's go, you crybaby!"

"O-Okay... but I really don't think we should be out much longer. Ma's not going to be too happy if we--"

"------... it's going to be just fine, come on!"

The sound of pattering footsteps concluded the retelling as the two disembodied voices disappeared into nothingness. It had to be a really crazy coincidence, right? The second voice hardly even sounded like you! You shook your head, continuing down the path that the voices of the flowers had trekked before you. 

As you stepped off the path you came into a cavern that opened into a vast void, just like the rest of the underground had. But as you screwed your eyes to a squint, you suddenly realized how... different it was. Stones that shimmered like stars blinked into existence, as if they only awoke as you stepped into their presence. Something about it made your heart ache. You sighed, rubbing a fist over your cheek. As you pulled it back, you were suddenly aware of the tears that stained it, and your face. Crying... after all you've been through in the past few days you're only just now crying. Something about how the 'stars' seemed to gleam in response to your silent shedding of tears. You settled down again, pulling your knees up to your chest. Everything was suddenly hitting you like a bus. You missed everything about being home. The warmth of your own bed, the smell of the forest after rain, the sky full of stars that seemed to glow just for you. You had almost forgot all of those things when you crashed with the skeletal avians. They were just so... quick to be hospitable, you nearly forgot about the home that was still waiting for you beyond them. As you sobbed into your knees, your pinions twitched and outstretched. Your feathers were matted and jutting out in awkward positions and after a certain point you could stretch them no further without warranting a squeal of pain from your mouth. Stuck, you were still as stuck as you could. This thought made you cry harder, your sobs echoing off the petals of the blue flowers that speckled the cavern.

"(y/n)?"

Suddenly, you were greeted by a voice that you knew wasn't the creation of one of those flowers. A gloved hand met your head, ruffling (h/c) locks as you begrudgingly looked up to see the owner of the voice." 

"Birdie... what's troublin' you?"