Today was a grim day.
Any time in Underfell couldn't be described as nice, but today was especially terrible. Shit weather, shittier people. Most were heading to their homes, knowing full well what happens after dark. Not wanting to get caught up in the nightly executions, a short, red n' black hood-clad skeleton man trudged through the forest, bone-tired.
Strong winds blew through the trees, through his hoodie, chilling his bones. He shivered, grumbling curses. Something loudly bumped against his leg. He winced, scrambling to find the threat. No one else but him and an egg.
Picking it up, he thought, 'Free meal, why not.'
Putting it in his pocket he hurried home, not wanting to stick around for any real danger. His fear gave him a second wind and he made quick use of his shortcut.
Once home, he examines his find, holding it to the warm halogen light.
There's a crack in the shell.
Then another.
He sees a little beak break through as he brings the now-broken shell close.
He tsked.
Now that his dinner plans were shot, he placed the baby bird on the round table. He watched it chirp and stretch its wings.
'Okay,' he had to admit, 'it was kind of cute'.
He was glad his bro wasn't home yet, hell, as captain of the royal guard he was probably leading the executions.
'Pfft,' he thought. 'The further the better'. He couldn't be bothered being bossed around after a long day.
There was that, but, he also felt embarrassed being endeared to a bird. It was pathetically small and defenseless.
He could relate.
Sans picked up the bird, carefully petting its tiny fluff of feathers.
The bird chirped contentedly.
Sans smiled. "You ain't half bad," he sighed, "but ya' wont be safe outside, not now." He clicked his tongue. "And if you're stayin', I need somethin' t' call ya'."
He heard the bird's stomach grumble. "Hungry, huh? What do boids eat anyway?"
He rummaged through his cabinets until he found an apple. Cutting it up into the small pieces he put it on a plate big enough for the bird to waddle on. Its first steps were unsteady, but Sans resisted the urge to help it. It'd have to learn on its own.
Once it started eating, he gathered a few other things from around the house and brought them to the kitchen. He found that the bird had gobbled up more than he'd expected, and was still going. He watched it eat between working on a new nest, amazed at how much it ate in such a short while.
"Here ya' go boid," he gently moved the chubby bird to its temporary home. It looked ready to sleep, and so did he. He smiled as the bird cozied up to its new surroundings.
"I'll drop ya' off when the weather gets nicer, alright boid?"
He yawned, content and tired.
"Yeah, g'night Boyd."