Faded Wings [Birdtale Sans x Reader]

Chapter 17- He Saw

[Y/N] POV

Well, math was boring as always. You were bouncing your foot in impatience, staring at your watch as the seconds ticked down. Tick, tick, tick, tick...

RRRIINGGGG!!!

Oh, thank god! You launched off your chair pulling your bag on as you rush out the door. Head low, quietly moving through the bodies until you got to Mrs. Rivera's class. You tossed your bag against the wall, near your easel. You swiftly began to grab everything you needed. Black paint, water, paintbrushes, and your canvas. Which is already covered with blues and yellows, from last class. You placed your canvas onto your easel, pulling out your phone and earbuds. You untangled them and put them in, blasting music in your ears. Quietly getting to work. You watched as your brush danced across the canvas. Overlaying the bright, joyful colors with a dark black. It was quite mesmerizing yet, so painfully truthful. The idea of how something could simply brush into your life and ruin everything. However, in your case...

Removed.

You sighed and shook your head. Focusing back on the task at hand. Right now, you were making a silhouette of a girl on a ledge. It wasn't as if she was going to jump, she was just simply admiring the view.

"IS SHE SUPPOSE TO BE YOU," a loud voice questioned behind you. You jumped in surprise and twisted to find a tall smiling skeleton.

"Oh my God Papyrus," you sighed as you placed a hand over your thundering heart, "You scared the crap out of me." You watched as a slight frown spread across his face.

"I AM VERY SORRY HUMAN," he apologized, "I DIDN'T MEAN TO FRIGHTEN YOU. I WAS SIMPLY INQUIRING ABOUT YOUR PAINTING."

"No need to apologize," you waved off as you smiled softly, "It's my fault for having my music so, high that I couldn't hear you coming." You lightly tugged your earbuds out and paused the song that you were currently on. You glanced up and relaxed, leaning onto the nearby windowsill. "So what were you asking?"

"I WAS ASKING IF THE FEMALE IN YOUR PAINTING WAS YOU," Papyrus repeated, staring at your painting. You stood there baffled for a second, someone other than the teacher cared about your art. Not to mention, it was another kid who knew you didn't fly and still talked to you.

"Um," you trailed off, eyeing your painting searching for an answer. Your original intentions were to make it relate to you, not base it off you. However, as you saw the details of the high ponytail, resting satchel on the side, and flapping jacket. It was kind of evident that it was you. I guess I made it relate to myself too strongly. "It seems so," you answered looking back at Papyrus, who was already studying you. It lasted for another couple seconds before he nodded slightly.

"IT IS QUITE A GREAT PAINTING," he commented as he posed, "HOWEVER NOT AS GREAT AS I." You laughed quietly and beamed at him, remembering of your sister. Yet, Papyrus was his own person. You were about to thank him when your alarm rang. "WHAT IS THAT," he asked as he watched you dismiss the alarm.

"It's an alarm I set so, I can clean up early and not have to rush," you explained.

"AH,"  Papyrus said, "SO I SHOULD GO CLEAN UP." You nodded quietly, he then turned away and went back to his own station. You popped in your earbuds again, lowering it a bit. You picked up your brushes and rinsed them under warm water. Humming quietly. To be honest, you would be singing at the top of your lungs right now. But, you only do that for Skyla or when you visit...

Her.

After cleaning and putting away the brushes. You put the black paint away and went back to your canvas. As you neared it, you noticed how Papyrus stood beside it with his bag on. What is he doing? You took out your earbuds as you neared, attracting his attention.

"What do you need Papyrus," you inquired as you reached for your bag. The bell was going to ring in a bit. Papyrus looked up at you with a tight smile.

"WELL HUMAN," he hesitated, "I WAS WONDERING IF YOU HAVE BEEN OKAY LATELY." Now this completely threw you off. First, someone gives a damn about your art. After even knowing you didn't fly. Now, someone's worrying about you.

This feels wrong...

You hated to admit it but, something was up. Are the new kids trying to pull something on me? You looked him up and down. Noting how he was now no longer strong nor flashy. More like shy and nervous, even a bit of anger. I didn't do anything to them!

"Why no," you answered quietly clenching and unclenching your fists. What could they want from me, you thought as you tried to calm down. "Why are you asking?"

"I WAS SIMPLY WORRIED. MY BROTHER SAID THAT HE SAW YOU SOAKING WET DURING LUNCH YESTERDAY. SO, I THOUGHT SOMEONE WAS HURTING YOU IN SOME MANNER," he faltered slightly, slowly regaining his usual charisma, "HOWEVER I HAD NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT! FOR YOU ARE SAFE AND SOUND!"

Well not safe and sound completely...

"Thanks," you said as you scratched you neck uncomfortably. You weren't use to people caring about you and actually mean it. Once again, you were about to ask him something but the bell RANG. "Well see ya Papyrus," you ended as you waved goodbye. Diving into the sea of students, hearing your name be called in the distance. However, you ignored it, not wanting to miss your roof time. It is nice having other people to talk. 

Nonetheless, something worried you strongly as you open the door. Climbing the steps one by one in a quick and speedy manner.

Papyrus said his brother saw me after lunch... You climbed over the fence and opened the door to the roof.

And there is only one other skeleton at this school... The breeze rushes passed you causing your jacket to flap open.

Does that mean... You sat down on the roof over looking the edge, sighing quietly.

The short skeleton saw me after Adam poured the water on me... You rubbed your face with your hands, clearly stressed. Whispering one word...

"Fuck."