Faded Wings [Birdtale Sans x Reader]

Chapter 20 (Part 1) - He Didn't Know

"Come on slowpoke," Skyla called as she walked backwards, "I want to tell Mr. Smith about the race." On the way back from picking up Skyla. She told you about how she beat everyone in a race during gym. Ever since she has been ecstatic.

"I'm sorry," you smiled, "You're just too fast." A smile beamed on her face as she turned forwards again.

"Yes I am," she cheered as she dashed down the hallway. You chuckled as you picked up your pace so, you could catch up with her. "Mr. Smith," she yelled as she burst through the double doors into your personal hell. She raced towards Mr. Smith with her arms open. 

"Hey Skyla," he smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. Lifting her up so, that her legs dangled slightly. Sending her into a fit of happy giggles. You smiled softly as you scanned your class. They were all dressed in their flying outfits which, were flapping from the breeze escaping the open door.  Shit I forgot, you thought in a groan, there practicing for this year's performance.  

You bit your lip slightly as the breeze rushed past you. Your wings were itching to be let out, just like every time this year. When you were younger, you used to always watch the year's performance. It would amaze you, seeing all of the different types of wings. Cardinal, blue jay, raven- it was simply a rainbow of colors. Plus, the way people would speed off and twist in the air, oh so elegantly.  You would dream about spreading your own and flying. As the breeze hit you again, you scoffed and turned around. Walking away and towards your sister in the center of the gym. 

"Do you plan on joining us," Mr. Smith inquired as you neared them. You softly shook your head, not wanting to have any fun. You were always depressed during this time. Mr. Smith sighed and turned back to the class, "Okay class let's go outside." 

Behind you, you could hear cheers coming from the students as they filed out the room. You trailed behind slowly while your sister skipped ahead towards the bleachers. The field was three times as big as the gym. Large open rings sat at the end, reminding you of a quidditch match in Harry Potter. The grass was forever green due to magic and was neatly cut. The students lined up at the center of the field. Unlike, Skyla who climbed the bleachers until she sat at the top row, bouncing in her seat in excitement. Just like you did, she loved this time of year. You chuckled quietly as you sat at the lowest seat. Pulling out your textbook and notebook, in order to work on your project. 

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The class was almost over and you got a good amount of work done. Everyone was landing and going to the water cooler, in order to get some well-deserved water.  Throughout the entire class, Mr. Smith was on everyone's ass. Kind of like a chorus, band, or orchestra teacher before a show. You closed your bag, already have finished putting your stuff away. When you heard footsteps approaching you. You lifted your head up to see sans walking towards you, you smiled softly. 

"Hey s-"

"who do you think you are," sans snapped with a glare, cutting you off. This took you by surprise, why was he mad? You quickly began to run through every scenario between you two, however, nothing stood out. In your head, you began to silently panic. What the fuck did I do? Is he going to hurt me? Is he going to bully me? Nonetheless, you seemed completely calm on the outside.

"What do you mean," you asked. Maybe you could solve this, maybe you could fix this before things turn out like...

him.

"what do i mean," he growled, his eyelights disappearing, "i mean how you simply ditched me during history class." Oh, he doesn't know that I pick up Skyla. You opened your mouth to explain, however, sans continued, "and then you boss me around like you are the boss of me when your not!" Your panicking was becoming worse, making you feel like a deer in headlights. You hated yelling and shouting, it would always sent you back to the basement. The pain, blood, and shadows. So, you simply stood there as sans yelled, " you act like your so entailed about when we work, and leaving me no sa-"