Toriel pov

I was in my garden , it was just another cold nice day for me . There still no any soul knocking in my door yet . I walk and take care of some animals and flowers , life is great ! I saw two little yellow bird in the branch . They were cute and sweet ! They begin to sing in a sweet tweeting sound . It was the sweetest song i ever heard ~ when i enjoying the song of the sweet little bird a dark aura 'float in' , i know it was the Reaper Sans so i leave him in .

" ... you really like your birds , huh ? " he said in a bored sound and face . I look at him

" Of course ! They're all so lovely ! " i shout

" Haha , it surprises me how naive you are , sometimes " he make a silent laugh

" What do you mean ?? " i look at him

" Not all birds are LOVELY " he sit down and begin his own very story

" One of the few encounters i've had with birds , it was to reap a human who was left to die hanging from a tree . The crows were hungry , and all too eager to hold what they could . Before he was even properly dead , they flecked to him . At this point , i don't think he felt much even through his soul is still got tiny little life . But i guess you could say he was feeling Crowded . It was a MURDER . Fitting for a killer , no ? " i could imagine that the crows he was talking about was behind him ...

" ...... i do not like that kind of story " i judge him

" ... did i kill the mood ? sorry , i tend to do that ... heh . " he said with a calm deep sound , not like a cheating one .

" well Sans , with me i can show you a different side to birds you're not used to . See ? she's singing for you " the yellow small bird land on my finger and start singing in sweet calm sound .

" It is nice , is it not ? " i ask in a soft gentle sound , he look stunned . Well , it not his fault . He a reaper , crows is their most knowing bird in their mind . The calm , sweet , freedom birds sing were totally different to them . Maybe sometime Sans well got used to them ! I hope so ...

" ... yeah . Definitely beaks the cawing " he blush a little and look at the little yellow bird that was still singing happily . I look at him and smile lightly , the bird leave my finger and fly off . Sans look at one of his clock and sigh , open the door of the garden .

" we well meet again , god of life " he bow lightly and vanish in a black smoke . Sometimes ... i wish he could call me with my real name ... Toriel . No one called me that anymore , the name just a sweet past memories when i was a angel before i turned into god . I look at the birds that was resting .

" tired , no ? " i giggle and look at them with a mother eye .