So...chapter four's out earlier than expected...but that doesn't mean anything! I'm actually going to have a harder time accessing a computer and/or laptop to write this on after this weekend, so updates are probably going to slow down. On the bright side, the Wizarding World comes in this chapter! And the wizards are jerks!
The song that plays at the beginning is A Bonetaculer Battle [Undertale Papyrus And Sans Battle Theme Mashup] (Megalovania X Bonetrousle) by Manfredvarg97. Removing the spaces, the song through the link: soundcloud anfredvarg97/a-bonetaculer-battle-undertale-papyrus-and-sans-battle-theme-mashup-megalovania-x-bonetrousle
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crazy dragon ninja: Yeah, there are things after the end. I've got plans for this story...it's just a matter of whether I can keep the words flowing or not.
Guest: Mistral can turn souls blue and green, and he can summon bones. He'll be able to do more after he turns 13 (*cough*notdiscussingplotpointyet*cough*), but until then, he's a baby bones. A kid. Kids aren't allowed to fight, so he had no idea what the heck he was even doing.
Guest: L.D. doesn't stand for Lucida. L.D. is actually part of the font LD Music. I thought it would be funny, because the river person...and plot that hasn't been explained yet (but can probably be inferred if you squint)...
Also, thank you to Arashi - IV of VI, MangaArtist36, AlloraStar217, Overly Fabulous, Guest, Ender the multiverse Detective, and FrostingFlames for reviewing!
A smile was spread across Frisk's face as they entered New Home once more. This time, however, they knew they wouldn't be attacked, and that…that… The human cocked their head. Why could they hear Sans's and Papyrus's themes playing together?
They rushed through the living area of Asgore's castle, towards the music. It seemed to alternate back and forth, the two songs building off each other. Frisk ignored the short tremors that sometimes vibrated the floor, instead focusing on finding out what was going on.
The human entered the Judgment Hall and was surprised to see Sans and Papyrus both trying to attack Undyne. Why hadn't they been sto-oh. A wall of blue bones was covering the doorway leading to Asgore's throne room.
A frown on their face, Frisk willed a text box into existence right in between the fighting Monsters. *You ask Sans, Papyrus, and Undyne what they are fighting about.
Undyne glared at the skeletons, who had finally halted their attacks. Sans's left eye socket was still glowing blue and Papyrus's right eye socket a bright orange; the overlapping songs still played, but were more subdued than before. "I say ONE thing wrong around the punk during piano lessons and THESE TWO TRY TO KILL ME!"
Sans's perma-grin seemed slightly insane as he replied in an emotionless voice, "This isn't the first word that Mistral has picked up from you."
Papyrus nodded. "A baby bones is not supposed to hear that kind of language," he agreed in the same tone.
"YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE WAS SWEARING UNTIL SANS TOLD YOU, PUNK!" Undyne shrieked. A cyan spear formed in her hand.
*You tell your friends to stop fighting.
*You ask if Mistral would want them to fight over something like this.
Immediately, the lights in the skeletons' eye sockets died. A look of horror crossed Papyrus's face, and Sans's grin looked extremely forced. They both ran for the door, the blue bones all vanishing into thin air. Frisk ran over to Undyne, who had let her spear dematerialize before falling to her knees.
Frisk shrank down the text box, having it form right in front of Undyne. *You ask Undyne if she is hurt.
A grin threatened to split the fish Monster's face, but the effect was ruined as her left arm twitched and she grimaced. "You seriously think this is enough to hurt me? You're such a nerd! I've been hit with worse when –" Undyne cut herself off, her good eye wide with fear.
*You tell Undyne that you already know what she is.
The fins on the sides of Undyne's head drooped. "So…so you know…"
Nod.
"…my dad was jealous of me," Undyne started, clutching her left arm. "He was from a family of sages, but didn't have magic, so they cut all ties to him. When he had me, and I started showing that I had magic, can you imagine how pi-uh, peeved he was. When my scales started showing up, he thought of Mt. Ebott. He dumped me near the top after I hit four. Tripped over a vine, then, well, you know the rest…"
Frisk nodded before pulling Undyne into a hug.
"Hey punk, what do you think you're doing?!" she hissed, trying to wriggle free without injuring herself further.
The human let go and backed away. *You ask if Undyne wants you to go get Toriel.
Undyne shrugged. "Does she know healing magic?"
Nod.
She grinned widely. "Then by all means, bring her in!"
Frisk nodded again before walking to the back room again. Inside, Mistral was lecturing a distraught Papyrus and an unapologetic Sans while Alphys, Toriel, and Asgore watched. "you numbskulls could have turned her to dust! it doesn't matter that you were mad at her!"
"I…I TRULY AM SORRY, MISTRAL. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WOULD HAVE DONE IF I HAD…" Papyrus bowed his head before posing heroically. "IT DOESN'T MATTER! THE GREAT PAPYRUS CANNOT CHANGE THE PAST, BUT I CAN DO MY BEST TO MAKE UP FOR IT IN THE FUTURE! I MUST MAKE UNDYNE APOLOGY SPAGHETTI!"
Sans somehow managed to smirk without changing his expression at all from its usual smug grin. "to express your regretti?"
"NO! I AM OFFICIALLY DONE WITH YOU, SANS!"
Frisk giggled silently as they walked over to Toriel. They lightly tugged on her dress. She beamed down at them. "Yes, my child? I thought you were going to visit your friends."
*You tell Toriel that Undyne is hurt.
Toriel scowled in the direction of the three skeletons. Mistral's hood was down, so it was easy to see that his hand was placed against his forehead in exasperation. Sans was grinning like a madman. Papyrus was stomping his foot in irritation. "Will you lead me to her, Frisk?"
Frisk took Toriel's hand and led her to Undyne.
Meanwhile, Asgore was watching, amused, as the three skeletons bickered good-naturedly. "T-they're always d-doing stuff like that. It's l-like they have a system or s-something."
Asgore looked down on his left to see Alphys smiling softly. "Oh?"
"Y-yeah, Sans tells a p-pun, which P-Papyrus gets annoyed b-by, which either m-makes Mistral laugh or sigh, w-which e-encourages Sans."
The King of the Monsters watched the trio for Alphys's observations. Sure enough, whenever Mistral reacted to Papyrus's over-the-top fake anger, Sans's grin would grow almost unnoticeably wider. "It is good that he has his brothers, after all that has happened to him… They seem to keep each other going."
"Y-you're actually p-partially right, y-your M-Majesty," Alphys stuttered.
"How so?"
Alphys began to sweat nervously as she explained. "I-it's not m-m-my research, b-but I found s-some old n-notes in the lab w-when I s-started. W-when souls are related, a b-bond of trust and k-kinship is there, r-right? S-skeletons were j-j-just forced b-by humans to d-develop that more than other m-monsters. H-humans hated them f-for existing, so they h-had to s-stick t-t-together. Y-you saw Sans a-and Papyrus fight, r-right?"
Asgore nodded. "There were a few gaps in the bones."
"B-before the barrier was m-made, skeletons had t-to b-b-band together to s-survive. O-only a f-few monsters c-c-can fight in sync l-like that, and s-skeletons can do it as l-long as they're r-r-related and their emotions a-are in sync! I-it's incredible!"
The King nodded again. "I am glad that Mistral was able to be accepted by them. If only half of what L.D. explained to me was true…it is extremely fortunate that Mistral was found when he was."
"ALL RIGHT, PUNKS! FRISK SAYS WE'RE GOING TOPSIDE!" Undyne yelled as she entered the room. Her eye flew over to the skeletons.
Papyrus took that as his cue to step forward. "UNDYNE…I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, DO HUMBLY APOLOGIZE FOR MY ACTIONS. I…WASN'T MYSELF. NO, I UNDERSTAND THAT IS NOT AN EXCUSE, BUT –"
Mistral threw his elbow very not-so-discreetly to his right, hitting Sans lightly, but still painfully, in the ribs.
"owwww…yeah. we didn't do it on porpoise."
Poke.
"ow. misty, that's as reel as it gets. stop fishing for apologies."
Mistral visibly rolled his visual orbs. "don't give me that line, sans. i think you can do bait-er than that."
Papyrus screamed. "OH MY GOD! CAN YOU TWO NOT DO THIS IN FRONT OF THE OTHERS?!"
"sorry, paps."
"…yeah, we're not sorry."
"AAUGH!"
Toriel frowned sternly. "Sans, Mistral, you are both upsetting Papyrus."
Papyrus smiled triumphantly. "THANK YOU, CLONE ASGORE! I DO NOT KNOW WHA-"
"Besides, I believe you two cod do batter."
There was a moment of silence in the room before Mistral and Sans both started cracking up. Papyrus yelled, "WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!"
The female Boss Monster looked down when she felt a tug on her dress. "Yes, Frisk? Are you ready to leave this place?"
Frisk nodded, their eyes twinkling with determination. Slowly, as though savoring the last few moments of their long exile, the Monsters followed the human through the room that the barrier had once stood in. Each Monster gasped in awe as their eyes (or eye sockets) gazed upon the world before them.
Toriel was the first to find her words. "Oh my…"
Her words seemed to bring Asgore to speak as well. "Isn't it beautiful, everyone?"
"Wow…" Alphys said, stunned. "It's e-even better than on TV. WAY better! Better than I ever imagined!"
"Frisk, you LIVE with this?!" Undyne exclaimed. "The sunlight is so nice…and the air is so fresh! I really feel alive!"
"HEY SANS…MISTRAL…WHAT'S THAT GIANT BALL?"
"we call that 'the sun', my friend," Sans replied, truly sounding at peace.
"THAT'S THE SUN?" Papyrus asked, his voice full of joy. "WOWIE!
Mistral was smiling softly, the corners of his eye sockets glowing blue and green. "at the end of the day there's another day dawning and the sun in the morning is waiting to rise," he quoted, remembering the words from one of the few movies that he and his brothers had managed to scrounge up over the years. Sans glanced at his youngest brother before reaching out to squeeze his shoulder.
Papyrus, oblivious to the exchange, continued excitedly. "I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M FINALLY MEETING THE SUN!"
"I could stand here and watch this for hours…" Asgore said wistfully.
"Yes, it is beautiful, is it not?" Toriel agreed. "But we should really think about what comes next."
Asgore's shoulders slumped slightly. "Oh, right. Everyone…this is the beginning of a bright new future. An era of peace between humans and monsters." He sent a glance in the human's direction. "Frisk…I have something to ask of you. Will you act as our ambassador to the humans?"
Frisk grinned. Nod.
"YEAH!" Papyrus cheered. "FRISK WILL BE THE BEST AMBASSADOR! AND I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL BE THE BEST MASCOT! I'LL GO MAKE A GOOD FIRST IMPRESSION!" With that, he sprinted down the mountain.
Everyone was silent for a moment before Sans spoke up. "welp. someone's gotta keep him from getting into trouble."
Mistral nodded grimly. "definitely. it'll find any of us too easily up here."
"you're coming, then?" Sans asked, turning his head to face his little brother.
"yes," Mistral said in a clipped tone, leaving no room for argument.
Sans nodded. "well, see you guys." He took Mistral's hand in his own before walking back into the mountain.
Undyne groaned. "Man, do I have to do EVERYTHING? Papyrus, wait!" She charged in the direction of her friend.
"Hey, Undyne! Wait up!" Alphys called out, chasing after her girlfriend.
An awkward silence fell over the cliff. Finally, Asgore spoke up. "Whoops."
Silence.
Asgore cleared his throat. "Uh, should I do something?"
Toriel glared at him.
The king took the hint. "Well, gotta go!" He raced after the other Monsters.
Once she was sure Asgore was gone, Toriel said, "It seems everyone is quite eager to set off."
Frisk nodded.
"Frisk…you came from this world, right? So you must have a place to return to, do you not? What will you do now?"
Without hesitating for a second, the familiar text box appeared. *You tell Toriel that you want to stay with her.
"What?" Toriel asked, surprised. "Frisk…you really are a funny child. If you had said this earlier, none of this would have happened. It is a good thing you took so long to change your mind." Toriel giggled. "Well…I suppose. If you really do not have any other place to go…I will do my best to take care of you, for as long as you need. All right?"
Frisk nodded happily.
Toriel smiled. "Now, come along." She took Frisk's hand. "Everyone is waiting for us!" Toriel began to lead Frisk down the mountain.
"Stupefy!"
"Get up, you bloody monster!"
Mistral winced as he was jarred into consciousness by a swift kick in the ribs. He cracked open his eye sockets and froze. A tall human was staring down at him, a disgusted look on his face.
The human scowled. "On your feet!"
With a whimper, Mistral complied. His hands flew for the hood of his cloak only to meet empty air. His…his cloak. Where was his cloak?!
As if reading his mind, the human sneered, "The cloak you had was very bad. We took it so it wouldn't hurt people."
Mistral's arms wrapped around his rib cage as he ducked his head nervously. He received jolt, which he quickly assumed had come from the stick the human was holding.
"Come on! I don't have all day, you freak!"
Flinching, the skeleton began following the human, which he assumed was a sage. He was led at the tip of the stick through several winding, foreboding hallways. Eventually, the sage forced Mistral through a doorway, slamming the door shut behind him.
"fudge, do you seriously wanna have a bad time? 'cause my little bro definitely didn't get that scared just from being stunned."
Mistral's eye sockets widened as they landed on Sans. Immediately, he rushed over to his brother, seemingly torn between giving him a bear hug and hiding behind him.
"h-hey, easy. just because some humans –" he stopped, as if he were taking a moment to glare at someone, " – can't keep their promises doesn't mean others can't."
A hand rested on Mistral's shoulder, which he jerked away from. "Oh my…my apologies, Mistral. It was not my intention to startle you."
Mistral forced himself to look up, doing his best (and failing) to keep his expression completely neutral. "i-it's fine," he said as he saw the guilty face of Toriel gazing upon him. "really. h-humans just set m-me on edge."
Toriel didn't look convinced, but a tug on the edge of her dress alerted her of Frisk's want for her to drop the subject. "Nevertheless, I should not have scared you, on purpose or no."
"Perhaps it would be best if we made creating housing for these kind souls our top priority for the time being."
The unfamiliar voice made Mistral automatically try to use Sans as a shield. Cautiously, he poked his head out from behind the t-shirt (where had his brother's hoodie gone?) in front of him. Two humans stood in the room, both of which had been standing silently during the exchange. The one who had spoken, a very elderly male wearing a neon orange and yellow robe, seemed to be waiting for a reply.
"Yes," Toriel agreed diplomatically. "I believe that would be best as well."
"th-there's a catch," Mistral said, narrowing his eye sockets. Everyone fell silent for a moment, as if realizing the weight his words carried. "there's always a catch."
"Mistral, it is rude to –"
"You're quite observant, Mistral," the man said, his eyes twinkling. "There is one catch, but I think it would benefit the monsters more in the long run. I would like for a few monsters to come as first years to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A few new classes would have to open as well, seeing as how the masses will have to learn about monsters," he added with a glance at Toriel.
The younger of the two skeletons stared at the human, unable to process what he had just heard.
Toriel smiled. "That is a –"
The door was thrown open. "THERE YOU TWO ARE! I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER FIND YOU! DID YOU SEE HOW BIG THIS PLACE IS? THE ELEVATOR IS ALMOST LIKE THE ONE IN HOTLAND!" Two skeletal arms wrapped themselves around Sans and Mistral, effectively surprising everyone in the room.
"so, where's me and my bros' stuff?"
"I-it has been placed under quarantine. There's so much magic trapped in the fabric, we need to make sure they don't have any curses or –"
"Actually, Minister Fudge, we monsters are made of magic. In the time I have known these three skeletons, Papyrus has never taken off his scarf, Mistral his cloak, nor Sans his hoodie. They have been worn so often that the fabric absorbed some of their ambient magic. There is no harm in letting them keep their things."
"But –"
"fudge, misty needs his cloak. not up for debate."
"...Very well…"
Through much negotiation (and a few pleas from Mistral against), it was worked out that the elderly human, who had introduced himself as 'Professor Dumbledore' (and swiftly nicknamed 'Bumbles' by Sans) would work to get housing set up at the base of Mt. Ebbot. The other human, who was balding despite being younger than Dumbledore, had been too overwhelmed by the fact that the Monsters were there to speak, had to be prompted by Dumbledore to work on getting citizenship for the Monsters.
Five days of moving from the surface to Asgore's castle (where the entire group had been invited to stay) and back again later, multiple buildings had been set up. Several had been claimed by various Monsters, with Frisk and their closest friends choosing housing close to each other.
No one commented on how Mistral seemed a little too ecstatic to go up to his new room.
"knock knock."
Mistral glanced at his bedroom door momentarily before going back to the book he was reading.
"knock knock."
With a sigh, he halfheartedly complied. "who's there?"
"when."
"…when who?"
"when you comin' out, misty? we're all getting pretty worried."
He glared at the door. "i'm fine. is it wrong to want some time to myself?"
"usually, no. when it's been over a week since you left your room? yeah. you've always been skin and bones, but you haven't been eating."
"yes i have!" Mistral snapped, slamming his book closed. Technically, he wasn't wrong. He had snuck down to the kitchen a few days back to snag some food. He hadn't been able to bring himself to eat anything, though.
"…you're turning 11 tomorrow, misty. the others have a surprise for ya, but you'll have to come out to see it. okay?"
"…fine."
On the morning of July 31st, a skeleton was woken by a quiet tapping on his window. He cracked his eye sockets open to glare in the direction of the tapping, but his scowl quickly turned into a look of shock as Mistral took in the brown owl tapping on his bedroom window. He pulled himself out from within his nest of blankets and walked over to open the window.
The second the window popped open, the owl flew in. It circled around the room once before landing on top of a small pile of haphazardly-stacked books. The owl then proudly held out its leg to Mistral, showing off the letter tied to it. Mistral cautiously reached out, and when the owl didn't react aggressively, he carefully detached the letter and read it, barely noting the intricate seal on the front.
Mr. M. Pianissimo
The Second Smallest Bedroom
21 New Snowdin Street
Newer Home
Derbs
Mistral blinked once at the preciseness of the address before breaking the wax seal that held the envelope closed. Once open, he began to read.
Dear Mr. Pianissimo,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Due to Clause Three of the Code of Wand Use, we must inform you that, despite your acceptance to Hogwarts, you will be unable to carry a wand, and will have to use your magic in creative ways to mimic what is required for classes. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Mistral blinked once, then twice. "who the hell is minerva mcgonagall?"
"make sure you bring your letter, misty."
"YES, MISTRAL, YOUR LETTER IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE ON THIS TRIP!"
"still think it would be nice to know where we're going, guys."
"NONSENSE, MISTRAL! THAT WOULD RUIN THE SURPRISE!"
"yeah, and what kind of surprise would it be if we patella you?"
"SANS!"
"sorry paps. come on, i've got a shortcut."
Mistral frowned as he entered through the doorway of a dingy-looking, silent bar. Several humans were scattered around the interior, the drunk bunny that usually hung out at Grillby's being the only Monster present. The second the three skeletons entered the room, the already quiet bar seemed to grow tense. "Want some help getting through?" a human standing behind the bar asked.
Papyrus shook his head. "WE APPRECIATE YOUR KIND OFFER, BUT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE MY WAYS OF GETTING IN! NYEH-HEH-HEH!" With that, said skeleton charged to the back.
Sans grabbed onto Mistral's hand. He flashed a large grin that may have been a bit more dangerous than usual to the humans in the room before following his brother to the alley.
When they caught up to Papyrus, the tall skeleton was grumbling to himself, holding out his right hand to the brick wall at the back of the alley with his right eye glowing faintly. With a nod to something unseen, he thrusted his gloved hand forward. Suddenly, the bricks of the wall began peeling back, forming themselves into a perfect archway leading into a packed street.
The eldest skeleton let go of the youngest's hand and attempted to ruffle the top of his skull as if it were hair. "welcome to diagon alley, misty."
"…diagon alley," Mistral said, as if tasting the words. "diagon alley, dia-gon-alley, dia-go-nal-ly, diagonally. wow. the sages name things just like king asgore. the alley is even kind of diagonal. seriously."
"there's a street farther down called knockturn alley," Sans informed, smirking.
"don't tell me…they sell stuff that the sages think are 'dark'."
Papyrus gasped, his hands pressed up to his face. "HOW DID YOU GUESS THAT, MISTRAL?"
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
Mistral gaped as he finished reading the poem engraved into the marble of the building. He knew that Muffet, one of the Monsters from the underground, was overprotective of her wealth, but these…Monsters seemed to take it to a new level.
He barely noticed as Sans and Papyrus led him to the counter at the end of the hall, too focused on observing how much the Monsters seemed to love their work. It wasn't until someone cleared his throat that Mistral pulled his head out of the clouds. The Monster at the counter was staring at him. He ducked his head down, longing to pull up his cloak's hood, but refrained from doing so. "sorry, it just isn't often that you see someone, let alone a group of people, that genuinely enjoy what they do."
The Monster gave a sharp-toothed smile. He cleared his throat again before speaking in something the three skeletons easily felt translate in their heads. {I understand, pianissimo. The wizards do tend to force others unwillingly into various positions, don't they? I apologize that my kind were unable to do anything to help.}
Mistral frowned. "you weren't around when my kind was locked underground, so you have no reason to be sorry."
"YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE SO HARD ON YOURSELF, TELLER GOBLIN!"
Sans shook his skull. "that's not what he means."
{No, it isn't.} The 'teller goblin', as Papyrus called him, looked Mistral directly in the eye sockets. {We were able to detect the influx of monster-oriented magic near Mt. Ebbot six years ago to this day. I and my clan could have stepped in to defend you, Dual Blood, but we were unable to make it in time.}
As the goblin spoke, Mistral tilted his skull slightly. "why are you beating yourself up about it? even if you had, i would have always been an outcast. it's better that i got to meet my family. without them…life would have been a lot harder."
The goblin nodded. "As you say," he replied, switching back to English. "Pianissimos and fortissimo, do you wish to withdraw money today?"
"we're here to exchange, actually. how much do first years at Hogwarts usually pay, minus the wand?"
"First years usually pay roughly 150 galleons for all their supplies, but some of the human shopkeepers will raise their prices because you are not human, so I would estimate the total cost at about…400 galleons."
Papyrus and Mistral watched as Sans nodded. "and how many pieces of monster gold is a 'galleon' worth?"
The goblin grinned again, switching out of English. {The wizards believe that it is ten gold to a galleon, but monster gold is rarer than we let on. Truthfully, it's the other way around.}
Papyrus frowned. "BUT ISN'T THAT –"
"papyrus," Mistral cut him off, "humans are greedier than muffet. if they can make some quick money, even at the expense of others, they'll do it. this nice goblin is trying to help us."
"BUT –"
Sans shook his head. "it's already happening, paps." To emphasize his point, he handed 40 gold coins over to the bank teller. "here."
The goblin nodded, quickly examining the coins for authenticity before retreating through one of the many doors that opened into the lobby of Gringotts.
"BUT –"
Mistral shushed him. "just let it happen, papyrus."
The skeleton brothers entered a shop called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, taking in the sights as they went. The small witch that worked there seemed to tense up when she saw them. "Yes? How may I help you three?" she asked nervously.
Sans nudged Mistral, silently prompting him to speak up. Mistral, who had pulled up his hood while they were outside, forced himself to lower it once more. "i…i'm g-going to hogwarts in the f-fall, and i n-need robes for it."
The woman nodded hesitantly before directing Mistral to stand on one of the many stools situated around the room. A human child stood on a stool nearby, looking considerably paler than would be considered healthy. "W-what are those undead doing in here?"
Sans glanced at Papyrus. "hey paps…why don't you go look at the pet store across the street? there're a ton of animals over there…"
Papyrus scowled, knowing what was coming next. "NO, SANS! DON'T SAY IT!"
"…a skeleton."
The tall skeleton groaned. "THAT'S IT! I'LL BE AT THE PET STORE! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, DO NOT WISH TO ABANDON YOU WITH SANS'S PUNS, MISTRAL, BUT IT APPEARS I HAVE NO CHOICE." With that, the skeleton marched out.
The second the door closed, Sans was staring at the kid with empty eye sockets. "listen, pal. we might look like human skeletons, but we're our own monsters. if i ever hear of you saying different, you're gonna have a bad time. got it?"
Nervously, the kid nodded. He remained silent as the woman, who the skeletons assumed was Madam Malkin, finished Mistral's robes. The two skeletons paid, then left to go find the tallest of their trio.
"SANS! MISTRAL! LOOK AT THIS WHITE FEATHERED CREATURE! IT SEEMS TO REALLY LIKE ME!"
"…i think we have enough for it, paps, if you really want it."
"hmm…the sages do use owls to deliver mail. it could let us talk when i'm at hogwarts."
"NYEH, YES, RIGHT. WHILE YOU ARE AT HOGWARTS, AND WE ARE AT HOME. MISSING YOU. BECAUSE WE WON'T BE THERE."
"yo shopkeep, how much for this owl?"
"Sh-she's 50 g-galleons, sir."
"…we'll take her."
"why are we getting… 'ice cream'? is it like nice cream?"
"YES, BUT THEY DO NOT COME WITH MOTIVATIONAL PICTURES AND PHRASES."
"yeah. i guess you could say it's a pretty –"
"NO!"
"– chill place to be."
"you're right, sans. it does seem –"
"NOT YOU, TOO!"
"– like it's pretty cool."
"UGH! I WILL STAY AND BUY OUR ICE CREAM, SINCE THERE IS A LINE! WHY DON'T YOU GO HELP MISTRAL GET HIS SCHOOL BOOKS, SANS?"
"you got it, papyrus. sorry to snowflake out on you like this, but –"
"STOP! WITH! YOUR! HORRIBLE PUNS!"
"actually, i'd say his puns aren't horrible. i'd say they're pretty…"
"PUT THAT PAPER BACK IN YOUR CLOAK, MISTRAL!"
"…tearible, papyrus."
"GO AWAY NOW! BOTH OF YOU!"
"you're smiling, paps!"
"I AM AND I HATE IT!"
"there isn't a single book on science in this entire store…"
"and none of these even mention monsters existing. it's like we were erased…from…existence…"
"…misty, you ok? misty?"
"huh? oh, i'm fine. just…felt like i was forgetting something important."
"heh, yeah…"
…
"hey sans?"
"yeah, bro?"
"do you remember what our dad's name was? i can't for some reason…"
"wingding gaster. you remember ol' wingding, right?"
"…yeah, i do. do you think he's ok? and that mom's going to be ok?"
"our ol' man's determined, misty. as soon as he pulls himself together, mom'll be able good again, too."
…
"do you promise?"
"i promise."
So I was at Buffalo Wild Wings the other day with some of my friends, and we decided to all pitch in to buy a snack sized thing of the hottest wings they have. For about 10 minutes afterwards, we all felt like we were burning in hell. We didn't have any milk, so one of my friends thought that, since the water and pop weren't working to cool down the sauce, he would start chugging ketchup. I'm not joking. It was hilarious, yet at the same time painful, because my mouth was also on fire during that.
I've set up a Tumblr for this...and I'm hoping to keep lore dumps for this story on that unless absolutely necessary. Starting with this chapter, all lore relating to this story (and maybe a few other things hinting for the future) will be found at darkphoenix512. tumblr. com (removing the spaces).