Faded Wings [Birdtale Sans x Reader]

Chapter 46- Officer Ryan

"Eh-hm," a small yet extremely loud cough was heard. 

You peeled your attention away from Willow and turned towards the noise. Behind you stood a tall white man dressed in a cop uniform. His black shirt was neatly ironed and had the top unbuttoned, a white tee-shirt peeking from underneath. His walkie was resting underneath his shining badge on his chest. As his shirt was tucked into his black pants, his belt stood out for everyone to seem.  A radio, knife, taser, mace, baton, handgun, flashlight, and handcuffs stared at all of us. His blond hair stuck out slightly from underneath his hat which, seemed a little big for his head. Also some odd reason, he wore a pair of thick sunglasses on his face even though we were indoors.

"Are you [Y/N] [L/N]," the officer questioned you with a small smile.

Your eyes widened slightly as you took a step back, instant fear coursing through your veins. It was never a good sign when an officer was asking for you specifically. In your right hand, you felt a small squeeze which startled you a bit. Quickly glancing at it, you see Willow's hand still in yours. You follow her hand up to her face and see her smile softly, slightly smoothing your worries. You noticed her smile widen a bit as if she felt your anxious energy slowly decrease. Slowly you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again towards the officer.

"Y- Yes," you stuttered, "I'm [Y/N] [L/N]." You felt another squeeze from Willow's hand as reassurance. You let out another shaky breath as you continued, "H- How can I hel- help you, officer?" A small smile tugged onto his lips as he sighed loudly, shaking his head a bit.  He reached up to his face and pulled off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of soft grey eyes.

"Relax kid," He smiled kindly at you, "You're not in trouble." He lifted his collar a little and tucked in his sunglasses. Giving him a smidge of a cool guy atmosphere that would say the word dude one too many times. Marginally calming you down at the idea of the once scary officer carrying a skateboard or surfboard in flamingo shorts. "I'm Ryan," he greeted with his hand stretched out. 

"Nice to meet you," you said as you pulled your hand away from Willow. Momentarily losing her warmth and comfort as you embraced his warm hand. It was slightly rough against your palm and larger than your hand. Unlike Willow's whose is soft and fat, however, that might've been due to them being in different professions. You gave Ryan a strong and friendly handshake, yet it also felt as serious as a business deal for some reason.

"You too," he returned. Placing his hands onto his hips, tucking his thumbs inside of his pants. You tried to slip your hand into your jacket, however, you only caught air. Damn it, you cursed to yourself as you stuck your thumbs into your pockets. "I'm simply here to talk to you and your sister," Ryan explained, "Mainly it's just a couple of questions about what happened in the high school and your father." 

You tensed up slightly at the mention of the shadow as fear once again rampant throughout your mind. Your mood today was like a rollercoaster. One moment your smoothly riding and enjoying the view. The next, you're doing a sharp drop and multiple loops back to back. Not to mention, that it was all happening at a rapid speed with no sign of slowing down. Would they ask about my wings, you wondered, Are they going to ask about why I hid them? Will I have to speak in front of the shadow? Your thoughts drove you deeper and deeper into a never-ending dark tunnel. Will ask about my scars and how I got the-

"Now is your sister here with you," Ryan questioned cutting off your thought and bringing a new one. Where is Skyla, you thought in alarm as you swiftly spun around with wide eyes. You looked at the spot that you, John, and Skyla stood moments beforehand. However, it was bare and without a single soul. Your brows raised as you quickly scanned the area around you.