Faded Wings [Birdtale Sans x Reader]

Chapter 19- Partners

As soon as the bell rang, you darted out of the door. Not wanting to give Undyne any chance of talking to you. Swiftly dodging bodies, trying not to bump into anyone. You were already pissed enough today. And being slammed into some lockers wouldn't make it any better, not in any manner. So, when you neared your class unscratched. You let out a sigh of relief as you stepped inside. Your eyes scanned the classroom. Your sigh slowly changed to a groan.

"Fuck..."

Instead of the usual long rows of brown desks. They were instead put into groups of 4, a common sign for a big project/ group work. You grumbled as you took your seat by the window, like always. Staring out as you drummed your fingers across the desk. You hated group projects. Nobody ever wanted to work with you so, you had to work on these projects by yourself. Which, would cause you to cut work time or sister time. In order to complete the shitty assignment, that you will never use in the future. It's was just an absolute waste of time. 

"hey is it okay if I sit here," a voice said causing you to break your stare from out the window. You turned to find white eyelights peering at you. The owner wore his usual black and yellow outfit, with his backpack lazily over his shoulder. Not to mention, how his bony hand was pointing to the seat across from you. It was the short skeleton. And he wanted to sit with you...

Fuck...

You didn't portray your agony as you smiled towards him, "Sure go ahead." 

"thanks," he smiled as he pulled out the chair. He plopped into his seat, placing his bag down softly. However, his eyes never left you. Sure, they left your eyes but you watched as it trailed down. From your head slithering down your chest. To the hand that rests on your desk, which was still drumming away. Maybe, his eyes would have gone lower if you weren't sitting. Nonetheless, you didn't cower or shiver due to his gaze. Everyone stared at you. You were the freak so, it was only natural. But, it did always tick you off. "so, what's your name," he asked, his voice getting a bit higher at a small point. A hint that he already knew your name.

"[Y/N]," you replied, "You?" 

"names sans, sans the skeleton," he answered as he reached his hand out. You took note at the strange pink thing, resting in his palm. You could only guess with his calm deemer, that it was a whoopie cushion. 

"Nice whoopie cushion," you smirked as you leaned back in your seat. Folding your hands together on your lap. You studied how his eyes wavered for a second. He then began to slowly shake his head.

"how did you know," he questioned as he began to pull it off.

"It's quite obvious," you explained, "Its bright pink so it has a huge contrast with your black outfit. Not to mention, white bone. However, by the way, your talking you probably got a lot of people."

"sure did," he laughed. It was a bit deep and rough, however, it had that ring to it. That made you never wanted it to end. "everyon-"

"Okay class let's get started," Mr. Jones cutting off sans. He stood in front of the board with a black marker and ordered, "Take out your notebooks so, we can finish the notes from yesterday." Everyone in the class began to shuffle through their bags, pulling out a notebook and pencils. You, however, pulled out 2 notebooks and your color pencils. One was a small grey one which, you would write down ideas to draw. While the large black one was your sketchbook. "So," Mr. Jones trailed as he turned around and wrote onto the board. "Italy at first supported the Nazis and Germany teaming up with them during the war. They were later targeted by the allied forces and on July 10, 1943, Operation Husky was underway. Operation Husky was the codename for the invasion of Sicily which was mostly airborne. This attack caused Italy to topple over and have the government sort of self destruct..."

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"So, class you will have to complete a project about WW2. It will consist of two pieces, one being a slideshow with all of your information and details. And the other is going to be an original piece of art which, connects to the time period and slides. You will also be going in partners," Mr. Jones explained as he eyed the entire room. You were waiting for this to happen but, it was still a big shock. Why the fuck is there so much work to do?! It's fine, I can complete this all by mysel- "And since," he scoffed as his eyes landed on sans, "we have a new addition everyone will have a partner. So, get to work." 

WAIT WHAT?!

Without another word, Mr. Jones turned and sat at his desk. You groaned quietly as you placed your hands onto your hands causing, your old bangs to fall over your face. Hiding your silent panic. PARTNERS?! Who the fuck would want to work with the freak? I'm going to fail this project and Mr. Jones is going to call him. And he, he, he's going to-

"hey [Y/N]," a voice called, snapping you out of your downward spiral. Quickly fixing yourself, you picked your head up. Your cold eyes meeting sans bright eyes, which were scanning you with concern. As you noticed this, you threw on a soft smile. Quietly saying that you were okay when in reality you weren't. "i was wondering if you wanted to be partners," he asked buying your act as his stare softened. 

"YES," you shout loudly, making the entire class jump and look. "I mean," you quieted down as you blushed slightly, "sure I would love to be your partner." 

"you seem extremely excited to work with me kid," he chuckled with a wide grin on his face. You puffed your cheeks slightly in a playful manner.

"I simply glad that I don't have to work with someone wh-," you were cut off by the sound of your alarm. Shit, Skyla, you thought as you quickly turned it off.

"whats that for," sans questioned as you stood up. Your seat screeching softly on the white tiled floor. 

"I have to leave," you answered stuffing your notebooks and pencils. 

sans POV

"wait what about the project," I asked confused as my eyes narrowed. Her movements froze as her eyes slightly widened. We needed to work on this project and here she was about to leave. Suddenly a thought came across my head, she better not think that I am going to do all of the work. I felt my eyelights disappear for a brief second. Is she like the other humans? Thinking they can walk on top of us like before beca-

"I'll start working on some of the project during gym class," she explained as her head perked up. My eyelights began to slowly appear again as she continued, "We can continue to work on it, during lunch." Lunch? Why not after school or something?

"can't we work on it after school or on the weeke-"

"I can't I already have things planned," she said cutting me off as she threw her bag on, "Meet me by the staircase by the left of the lunchroom." She then, turned and left without even hearing me out. I stared at the door with a small grimace and huffed. Who the hell does she think she is? Leaving during a project and ordering me around! I rubbed the back of my skull and sighed, closing my eyes. And here I was worrying about her being bullied. If anything she is more of a bully herself. Cutting people off, shutting them out, and being rude in general. To both people older than her and people her own age. Well, I'm not going to stepped on like the others. 

"Get ready for a bad time [Y/N]," I mumbled to myself as I opened my eyes.