Free Me From My Chains (ClassMare)

On The Run

Picture above is my own! I drew it to show you how Sans looks in this story. Enjoy!

Classic moved slowly through the woodlands, seeking the cover it offered. Numerous creatures roamed the roads, leaving Classic no choice except to blend into the wildlife. He wasn't opposed. The outdoors was almost natural for him. The woodlands was like a second home, comforting and alluring to him. Nothing was more relaxing then the sound of birds chirping and squirrels leaping from branch to branch.

A slight rainfall had begun overhead, the leaves offering shelter from the cool liquid. A heavy wind had picked up as the daylight became engulfed by the darkening clouds floating through the vast sky. Classic found himself wrapping his cloak tighter around himself. He was easily chilled, risking sickness. His bloodline had always been weaker in health.

He continued through the vast forest before he found himself stumbling toward the edge. Buildings rested beyond, voices echoing every which way. Stalls were lining the streets as numerous creatures inspected the goods on display. Classic hesitated leaving the woodlands safety, but once hunger overwhelmed him he had little choice. Silently he stepped from the tree line, eyes peering around the unfamiliar town. Vast colors dyed the buildings as decorations were hung all around. Smiles were pressed to every face, a friendly and welcoming air reaching Classic. The feeling brought a wave of calmness as he slowly moved down the streets, blending into the crowd.

Moments later he found himself at a stall serving candy apples. He felt his mouth water as his eyes were glossed with excitement. His fingers pulled the pouch open resting by his hip before a slight frown tugged at his features. A low sigh left him as he turned to leave. His stomach growled heavily, but he ignored it's protest. Classic continued down the path, his eyes examining every little detail. This was his first time beyond the cabin. Everything was new and mystified him. He was drawn deep into his own mind as he found himself paying less attention to where he walked. The moment his body collided with a firm object, Classic let out a yelp as he tumbled over. He was expecting to hit the ground, but when no pain reached him, he peered through his closed eyes. Gentle eyes looked toward Classic, a hand holding him on his feet. 

"Are you okay little one?" The voice was soft, leaving a warmth swirling in Classic. The strangers tone was similar to his aunt's. "Little one? Is anyone home?" 

"Oh... Uh, sorry! Thank you for helping me kind sir!" Classic steadied himself before bowing slightly, the stranger giving a curious expression. 

"Sir? That is a new one! What is your name?" Classic stood up straight before he held eye contact. The sight brought a growing smile over the stranger.

"My name is Classic. May I request your name mister?" There was slight hesitation as confusion crossed the stranger. They seemed shocked at Classic's laid back nature.

"Name's Killer kiddo. You new around these parts?" The question forced worry over the smaller skeleton. Killer seemed to notice before he gave a reassuring smile. Classic hesitated, but decided to trust the stranger. 

"I am new to most parts. I live a pretty secluded life for many years... Today is my first day exploring the world!" Killer nodded as he examined the skeleton before him. The vibrant colors were suited to match the markings beside the left eye. A large flower was attached to a band that hugged Classic's skull. Everything about the skeleton differed from most creatures in the current day. The markings held some meaning, but the definition was unknown by all. An old tribe maybe?

"Well, how about we celebrate. I'll pay for whatever you want to eat, so just guide me!" The moment Classic's eyes lit up, a gentle smile rested on Killer. The skeleton was completely innocent, that was for sure. Not a single reaction or action was laced with anything but curiosity and sincerity.