OK. FRIST OFF, IF YOU DON'T CARE FOR TRANS PEOPLE / DISLIKE THEM, THEN I RECOMMEND LEAVING. I don't mean this in a rude way, but I know there are people who hate / dislike this, but this fic will have this as well as homosexual parts. Nothing bad, except maybe humor *cough*Reaper*cough* but seriously, if you don't like this type of thing, I recommend you leave as I am not changing that. As for why I did what I did to Hermione, take a look at the definition, ok? Now see? Ok. And if you don't like it, don't yell at me for it because it will not change. And this is a Fanfiction ladies and gentlemen. You don't have to like it. And Sci may seem a bit OOC, but remember he has to 'act' like a kid. I don't own Undertale, Harry Potter, or anything you recognize. Also, points to those people who recognize a few of the characters in this chapter.
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Age 1
Immediately, Sci knew there was something wrong, something terribly wrong. And when he found out, he would have strangled Death then and there if he was here. He was turned into a McFriggin GiRl.
And so, even if it was how he originally how he acted, He would throw himself into books to try and temporarily forget about it. Thankfully, his 'parents' in this world weren't conservative, else they would have had a fit over how he acted in the future.
For now though, as an infant, he was stuck in those pink frilly dresses they put him in. He didn't make it easy for them though. He had… 'trained' his parents in a way. Fussing when something was either pink, frilly, or a dress, but remaining calm when it was not. And apparently, they got the message. Sort of. At least they didn't put him in those humiliating abominations anymore.
His parents were nice though, and had Degrees in Science too. That would mean they were smart, and them being smart means books and science and fun. He would often scan through open books they had left lying around, mainly about history and science. His parents thought it was cute, him 'trying to imitate them' and talking about 'how smart she was to try to imitate them at this age' and he was getting real tired of it.
Age 2
Sci decided he would be their 'little genius' so he could read more books. Talking, walking, and reading well enough to understand college level books was something the Winchesters were proud of. Sci just thought them weird. Meh, who cares anyways. He had books until he met up with the other AU's again. And even then, he'd rely on books to give him an escape from their craziness.
Reading a few more lines, he closed his book suddenly and went to the kitchen and pulled out a snack from the pantry. Smiling, he sat back down and continued to read, taking periodic bites from the chocolate bar. Who knew sugar could be so good?
Age 4
Sci decided today would be the day. This was the day he would ask why he couldn't be a boy. Technically he knew 'why' but his parents didn't need to know that. So he adjusted his glasses that were 'for show' as he had previously explained to his parents at the store when he was three, and put his best innocent face on.
Walking up to his 'father' John and his 'mother' Mary, he cleared his throat to gain their attention. "Um… Mum, Dad… why do I have to be a girl? Why can't I be a boy? I'd rather be a boy…" He asked, in his best 'childish innocence' voice. John and Mary shared a look. John nodded and Mary went to call her cousin. John knelt down to Sci. "Now, why do you feel like you want to be a boy?" He asked. Sci puffed out his cheeks in fake irritation. "Because! I just- do." He said childishly, pushing a strand of hair from his face. John sighed, this was going to be a long week…
The next day, Mary's cousin Matthew showed up, having brought his husband Gilbert.. "Mathew! I'm glad you could come over. I… need your help with what we talked about on the phone." She said, beckoning the two inside. "Hmm, so where is the little one…?" Matthew asked quietly, smirking when he noticed Gilbert looking around the house in amazement. "I'm Here Sir" Sci said quietly.
Age 6
"Sci! Come Downstairs! The Guests will be arriving soon." Mary called from downstairs. "Coming!" He called from his room upstairs. Sci hastily adjusted the small bowtie and mini-suit he was wearing, before running downstairs.
It was his little brother's birthday. He'd never replace Paps, the little ball of energy, but he still loved him. And guess what! Dean was turning two today! John wasn't here though… he was off 'hunting' as he so claimed. Sci thought there was something else –he was sure of it, because he didn't come home with any type of animal. Maybe it was a different type of hunting… Well who knows.
Sci smiled and ruffled Deans hair. The toddler huffed frowning, and went back to playing in a sea of balloons. He set down a crudely wrapped present on the table and went to get the door as someone knocked. It was uncles Matthew and Gilbert. "Hello Sci, how-" Matthew started but was cut off by Gilbert. "ZE AWESOME UNCLE GIL HAS ARRIVED!" He shouted, picking up Dean and spinning him in the air, Dean giggling happily.
Matthew and Sci smiled. "As I was saying, how have the teachers been treating you?" he asked quietly. "Um, good I guess. Mr Danis is rather nice to me… but Ms Ristan is a bit harsh. Not mean per say, but still. Sci hummed, walking with Matthew to the kitchen for food. "Matthew, do you know why dad's always gone nowadays?" He asked.
Matthew frowned. "Its not something you should worry about Sci." he said quickly.
"Whatever you say sir…" Sci said quietly, a slight tilt of his head going down told Matthew he was not, indeed, 'fine.'
Age 8
What was that THING?! What WAS IT WHAT WASIT WHATWASIT WHATWASITWHATWASITWHATWASIT?! AND WHAT WAS IT DOING TO SAM?!
Sci had been walking up from downstairs when he heard Mary 'talking' to Dad. But it wasn't, he had just seen him downstairs…
Then what had Mary been seeing?
Sci ran up to the nursery as fast as his short legs could carry him. He tossed the door open. "GET AWAY FROM SAMMY!" He screamed, letting his magic go wild, blue magic bringing Sam to him as bones were tossed where it stood.
But it vanished.
And appeared right where he was, placing a hand on Sci's forehead and muttering something akin to 'sleep.'
And Sci fell to the ground knocked out, Sam falling right next to him, the once skeleton never noticed the bit of blood around the younger child's mouth.
Age 9
Sci hated that his family had to go to America. He was supposed to stay In Britain, go to Hogwarts… Right? So he decided he would run. He said goodbye to Dean, and Dean alone, telling him to take care of Sam, and he left.
So there he was, on the streets, Sci Winchester. Just Sci, now, he supposed, when a couple in their thirty's came up to him. "Are you lost, child Where are your parents?" The woman asked. "I… Gone…" He said, not elaborating.
"Poor thing…" The woman said, glancing at her husband, who nodded. They had always wanted a child, but could never conceive one. "How would you like to come with us then?" The man asked. "I'm Jean Granger, this is my wife Lucy Granger"
Sci looked up. If they tried something, he could always stop them and run away again. "I'm Sci. Sci Granger now, I guess." He said quietly.
Age 11
Sci was reading a thick biology book when the owl came. Smirking, he picked the letter up and read it quietly. "Mom! I got a letter!"
This would be a fun year… hopefully… he'd enjoy strangling death though. Seriously. First the 'girl' stunt and then the whole 'Demon hunter biological father' thing.
