#bird dancing

Dancetale! And because I can’t seem to stop sinning (ish? It is still SFW) suggested threesome. Or maybe just family vibes? I’m not sure, you guys pick.

It started out simple enough. A concerned word here, a worried glance there. Most monsters took a little while to understand that you just didn't dance. It was hard to after all; with your wings that never seemed to be in the right place and your legs being entirely backwards compared to everyone else. At least when it came to this planets forms of dancing. But if you could dance what you had learned as a child then maybe they wouldn't sorry so much. Especially the two skelebro's. (You had learned to dance, of course; starting at very young age. The Mystics of your home world needed to dance just like any other. And they loved it with the Mortals joined them.)

There in lay the problem though. Being trapped under a mountain gave you very little space to fly; let alone preform the sweeping graceful moves of a sky dance. It wasn't that you didn't try to learn to dance their way. Some moves hurt when you tried them or your body just couldn't preform them. You were willing to try each kind of dance, hoping to find something that would work. But it was always the same. It didn't fit and if it hurt you, the monster teaching you would put a halt to all lessons. No one was willing to teach something that could hurt someone.

Unlike monsters, you could make do with out dancing. Without magic to press and buzz at you to move when a song started, you could just go about and do things. But since mostly the monsters under the mountain still didn't know that you were not really a monster yourself, they worried. And their worrying really only made you feel guilty.

So that lead to you sneaking out the large star cave; usually after a large event when no one should be out and about. It almost to small really. Even if it was the largest cavern in the underground. Still, as long as you kept aware of where you were, it worked for a good place to practice. You wanted this to be prefect for when you showed everyone. After all, just because you did not feel the need to dance, didn't stop you from wanting to share in that joy. And what greater joy was there then showing off a new dance style.

You should have paid better attention though. Should have remember that the wall on the far east corner ended sooner then it did in the west. Maybe then you would have missed the low hanging rock ledge. Perhaps you would have remembered to drop down instead of pulling up. Instead you hit the rock hard, sending yourself into a tumble that landed you on a ledge no one could get to easily.

You had hit your head hard enough to double your vision. Dizzy and disoriented, you tried to get your feet under you; intending to try and get back to the ground but it just made things worse. Your legs couldn't take the weight of your body at the moment and you ended up face down on the rocks again. It was hard to keep couscous after that. Eventually you slipped under.

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Sans was jittery the next morning. After the yearly spring festival in the capital yesterday you had slipped off to go somewhere. He had watched you carefully when he could. Several times he'd seen you twitch and bob to the beat of a song at the back of crowd. Nothing unusual when it came to any event or even a small gathering that lead to dancing. It wasn't something that worried him.

Normally he'd hear you come home late and peak out his room to check on you. You'd be tired and a little shaky; not unlike when Papyrus practiced a little to long. Whatever your reasoning for not dancing around anyone, he (and Papyrus) was glad to at lease see you weren't neglecting that part of yourself. But you always came home after wards.

He glanced at Papyrus from his seat at the table. Normally the younger brother would be dancing around the kitchen to make breakfast. This morning he was listlessly poking around in the cupboards, clearly worried for their missing Wingdancer. It wasn't like you to not come home or fail to leave a message.

"Paps, she's okay. i'll call Alphys to see if they binge watched more mew mew again, alright?" Sans stood from his chair, going for the phone. Payprus shifted, not looking at his brother. That was the first clue that Paps knew something and wasn't saying anything. His little brother was never very good at keeping secrets.

"Paps..." Papyrus turned to look at Sans, hands wringing together in worry. He kept glancing around the kitchen like he half thought you would just pop up from a hidden corner.

"Don't... don't be angry Sans, please?" Papyrus finally looked at Sans, silently pleading with his older brother. Whatever was going on the younger skeleton was sure Sans was not going to like it.

"okay, Paps. i promise i wont be angry. just tell me what's going on." It wasn't like either of the two of you kept things from anyone if it could end up with someone hurt.

"Wingdancer doesn't know... that I saw her in the star cavern. It was after the dance off at Grillby's three months ago." Papyrus looked nervous as he started to explain. He kept glancing towards the front door; like he half though just saying anything would bring you rushing in to stop him. "She... I thought she was just flying around at first. But then I saw her do something. It... I'm not sure just how to describe it but it looked kinda like a move I've done before. I've never seen a dance like that before but it just felt right to call it that. And she... she looked so happy. With her always running off after everyone else dances I couldn't bring myself to say anything. What if she stopped?"

Papyrus looked as torn as Sans felt. On the one hand, they were both glad you were dancing. And that they had been right about why you ran off. But on the other, dancing in the air sounded like it could be dangerous when done alone. Sans wasn't sure how to really feel about this. You had to know what you were doing. That was just something he was going to have to have faith in.

"hey Paps, it's okay. really. she'll tell us when she's ready. til then i think i know where she could be. pretty sure i saw cinnamon and mk almost getting her onto the dance floor yesterday. she probably danced a little harder then she should have after. let's try napsta's since he's closest." Sans smiled when Papyrus nodded to him. His little brother was already looking better. He started towards the front door, already reaching for his jacket when the phone rang.

"I'll get it." Papyrus practically raced towards the phone, hope in his eye sockets as he picked it up.

"Hello, Skeleton residents... Oh, Dr. Alphys how...." Papyrus went stiff as he fell silent, clutching at the phone. He was shaking minutely when he turned towards Sans. Worry bubbled up in Sans' soul from the look of dismay Papyrus had.

"S-sans... they found Wingdancer. She... She wont wake up." The bottom of the world dropped away. No. You couldn't have Fallen Down. You couldn't have. (Even in his thoughts, Sans' denial burned.)

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Papyrus sat next to the bed you were currently laid out on. He had one of your hands held gently between his own, watching your face for any change. Out in the hall he could hear Sans speaking quietly with Alphys. The last few days had been nerve wracking. A couple in Waterfall had found you collapsed on a rock ledge; blueish magic leaking from your head. Alphys had found several broken bones and many bruises on you. The bruises were gone now and the bones were healing like they should. Or really how Alphys thought they should be. Your magic had always been a bit odd in that way.

While Papyrus knew he wasn't as smart as his brother, (few were after all the older skeleton had a masters degree in quantum mechanics) Papyrus was not dumb. He knew the signs just like every other monster. Perhaps a little bit more, considering his brothers more fragile health. Before this you had been healthy, social and (while it was done in secret for reasons he still didn't know) willing to dance. While a change in one did not mean a threat in Falling Down it could be an early warning. But there hadn't been any significant change. You should have bounced back shortly after your magic started healing. Instead you were still out nearly three weeks later.

With Sans and Alphys running every test they could think of to try and find out why you weren't waking, Papyrus had set himself down in the chair next to your bed and didn't move. Some one had to be here when you woke. And you would wake, he refused to believe that you might turn to dust at any time. It just couldn't happen. (A small voice in his soul whispered that it could. Whispered that maybe he had missed something vital and now they would lose you.)

Sans came in the room slowly, looking at you first before looking at Papyrus. The younger brother rubbed a skeletal thumb over the back of your hand, looking hopefully up at his brother. (No dust brushed off your hand, another hopeful sign.) Instead of giving a verbal answer, Sans moved to drop into the other chair next to your bed.

"alphys... we still don't know what's wrong Paps. we can't get a good reading on her magic but everything else checks out fine. she should wake up." Sans placed a hand over your other one, leaning forward to rest his skull on the edge of the bed. Papyrus watched his brother for a moment. There were lines of stress that hadn't been there before this.

"Sans... Have you eaten?" When Sans didn't answer Papyrus frowned in his worry. "Sans, you need to eat." Sans shifted enough to look at him without actually lifting his skull.

"what about you Paps?' Papyrus' hands tightened ever so slightly around yours at his brothers words. Sans just nodded, phalanges curling around your other hand. "ya..."

The two of them sat in silence after that, watching you. Neither of them were willing to risk leaving you. Not when the possibility of only coming back to dust was still there. Several hours later the door opened again and, to Papyrus' surprise, Asgore stepped into the room with a tray.

"Howdy. Dr. Alphys told me you both haven't left this room since she was brought in." Papyrus winced at the worry in the kings voice. He started to speak, unsure just what he wanted to say before Asgore waved him off. The older monster set the tray down on a small table. Papyrus blinked when he was handed a tea cup shortly after. Sans was also given a tea cup. They accepted the cups with little thought, trying to keep from spilling any on you.

"er... your majesty?" Sans looked a little uncomfortable, holding the cup like it might bite him.

"I'm not here to tell you news that Alphys can't, Sans. I'm here in the hopes of keeping the two of you from Falling. Bad enough we have Wingdancer like this."

"She won't fall." Papyrus might have been a touch rude, but he couldn't stand to think that even the King of Monsters might be giving up on you. He sat there, a tea cup in one hand while he still held yours in the other. Asgore looked at him for a long moment before smiling.

"I believe you, Papyrus. But neither of you will be of any good to her if you forget to take care of yourselves in the mean time." Well, there was little arguing with that.

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Your head was killing you when you finally woke. The ground was a lot softer then you remember. Voices, low and soft, echoed over you and left you wondering just who found you. Oh you were not looking forward to the lecture Papyrus probably had for you. He worried when you didn't come home something fierce.

"...easy there, twinkle toes." It took a couple tries to get your eyes to open, earning a hiss from the bright lights. Someone turned the lights down and you managed to get your eyes to focus enough to find both skeleton brothers with you. Well that was different. They were both leaning over you, watching you with an intensity that you couldn't place.

"Paps... Sans... what...?" Your question was cut off when Papyrus pulled you close, orange tears gathering in his sockets. Okay, you were missing way to much information.

"You woke up..." A part of you freezes at his words, casting confused worried eyes towards Sans. The other skeleton moved closer, pressing his forehead against yours.

"you've been out for nearly a month, twinkle toes. closest anyone's gotten to falling down in a long time. later... later we're gunna talk. but right now just promise no more air dancing without someone there? please?" You nodded quickly, held very carefully between them.

"I promise." How could you not? What ever had happened had clearly shaken both of them. You would get the whole story later, right now they bother just needed this moment.