I am so so so SO sorry for not updating yesterday! But now, this is up! ...Very late on Monday.
Yeah.
Review answering time!
Fallen-Ryu: Or Sans can not be omnipotent for once, because, in all honesty, this is only the second timeline that Mistral has been in, meaning that any other timelines with him are far behind, time-wise. So he has no idea that the crack's even there.
nobodyreallyimportant: Hermione forgets things just like any other human. At first, the knowledge didn't effect her, so it was shaky to begin with, then when Mistral made friends with her, it made that knowledge even more irrelevant. Please accept this excu-ah, headcannon!
JanKHonda: *The idea that someone has said that they like her writing style has caused CybertronDefense to stare blankly at her laptop for several minutes, trying to process it.
Boots: It's fine that you got distracted! Funny, but fine! Don't be sorry!
Thank you to Curious Kit, Ender the multiverse Detective, and Firehedgehog for reviewing!
When Tom and Jean Granger first found out their daughter was a witch, they were stunned. Magic wasn't real, it was just a fairy tale...but then Professor McGonagall showed definitive proof that it existed by making a book left on the coffee table levitate with nothing more than a wave of her wand, their shock turned to amazement. Their daughter, Hermione Jean Granger, was going to be able to learn how to do the same!
Several months later, when Hermione came home and told them that one of her friends had invited all three of them over for the holidays, they were more than happy to oblige. She warned both of them that the family they were visiting was a magical family that didn't look quite as...human, but had hurriedly assured them over and over that no, they and their neighbors weren't dangerous in any way, shape. Jean had nodded her understanding while Tom waved his daughter off, prepared for whatever happened.
As it turned out, neither of them were expecting what trusting Hermione led them into.
A stone wall surrounded the rather large community that was at the base of Mt. Ebbot, an almost three hour drive away from London. Much to the shock of the Grangers, a large dog on a suit of armor was manning the gate, and let them through the moment Hermione said that they were going to visit Frisk and Mistral.
On their way to New Snowdin Street, everyone in the car was transfixed by the variety of designs the houses had. Some looked completely normal while others looked entirely unique (they stopped so Jean could take a picture of a house that looked like a giant blue fish). Almost everywhere, heavily-clothed children were playing, either throwing snowballs, building snow sculptures, or just chasing each other around. When one turned so that they faced the street, however, Tom slammed on the breaks in shock.
A little dinosaur-like creature, lacking both arms, had noticed their car and ran up to the side. Hermione rolled down her window. "Yo! I didn't know you were coming to Newer Home over break!"
Seeing her parents' twin expressions of confusion, Hermione grinned. "Mum, dad, this is Monster Kid. He's not in the same house as me, but he goes to Hogwarts as well. M.K., this is my mum and dad."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Granger!" Monster Kid, or M.K. as Hermione had called him, said excitedly.
"M.K., do you know where we could find New Snowdin Street?" Hermione asked, hoping for at least some directions.
The monster nodded. "Yo, that's where I live!"
"And we're trying to find house twenty-one as well-"
Monster Kid's eyes lit up. "You're going to visit the Great Papyrus? Yo, he's so cool! He's already told me that he would help train me to be as cool as him!" He jumped away from the car, angling his head away. "Follow me!" With that, he began running down the road...then tripped over nothing, falling flat on his face.
"Is...is he all right?" Jean asked her daughter.
"He does this all the time," Hermione replied.
As if to prove her point, Monster Kid hopped to his feet with no problems, yelling out, "I'm good!" before continuing down the road.
When they reached New Snowdin Street, Hermione was surprised to see the amount of Christmas decorations covering the houses. She had asked Mistral what he was doing for the holiday roughly a week earlier, but he had only looked confused at the mention of it.
"Yo, we're here!" Monster Kid said, shaking Hermione from her thoughts.
She and her parents got out of their car. "Thank you for helping us, M.K."
"No problem! I'm just doing what any cool dude would do!" the monster replied. "Nyeh-heh-heh!" Before anyone could react, Monster Kid ran off.
Hermione's parents stood there for a moment, still trying to fully process the lizard-like monster obviously trying to act like someone. They were broken out of their shock by Hermione clearing her throat. Tom looked sheepish. "Sorry, Hermione. We shouldn't be standing on their doorstep like this."
The trio made their way up to the porch, Tom reaching towards the door and knocking. Almost immediately, the door flew open to reveal a tall skeleton in a set of what looked like armor, a red scarf wrapped around his cervical vertebrae. "HELLO, HUMANS!" he shouted over a piano that was being played somewhere inside. "I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS! YOU MAY COME IN IF YOU WISH!" He backed away from the doorway, allowing the three of them to enter. The piano stopped being played.
"Hello, Professor Papyrus," Hermione greeted. She saw the second skeleton out of the corner of her eye, and nodded to him as well. "Hello, Pro-...Sans."
Sans, who had been lying on the couch, sat up enough to see who was at the door. "heya, girlie," he said. "misty's upstairs. want me ta go get him?"
Hermione smiled and nodded, ignoring the state of shock her parents were in from the spooky, scary skeletons before them. "That would be wonderful, Sans. Thank you."
The short skeleton winked his left eye socket. "it'll just take a spell to get him down."
"SANS!" Papyrus shrieked as the older skeleton retreated up the staircase, chuckling deeply.
Mrs. Granger was the first of Hermione's parents to break from her shock. "Did...did he just make a magic pun?"
"He did," Hermione confirmed. "Sans seems more partial to skeleton puns in class, though."
Mistral grinned widely as he played his piano for the first time in what felt like months (because, in reality, it had been). Because he and his brothers hadn't lived in their new house for very long, no music played in it naturally, so Mistral had taken it upon himself to fill the house with his own. Hence why he was playing through a stack of loose sheet music pages filled with the themes of different monsters and areas of the underground (don't ask).
The overly dramatic notes of Spear of Justice echoed through the house as those that listened felt the soul of the one playing pour into the music. The song was only contested when a loud voice yelled over the music, "HELLO, HUMANS! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS!"
Phalanges froze midnote as Mistral recalled the exact same phrase said in an entirely different context. Involuntarily, multiple variations of a scene that he had only seen play fully in his nightmares continued, only audible to his ear canals.
"W-WELL, THAT'S NOT WHAT I EXPECTED..."
"HUMAN...Y-YOU...MWEH-HEH-HEH, Y-YOU SURE S-SUPRISED ME..."
"H-Human? I-I thought w-we were f-friends..."
"stop it!" Mistral hissed, striking the heel of his hand against his frontal bone, just to the side of his scar tissue.
"BUT...ST-STILL! I BELIEVE IN YOU! YOU CAN DO A LITTLE BETTER! EVEN IF YOU DON'T THINK SO!"
"Y-YOU DON'T HAVE TO KEEP ON THIS PATH, HUMAN! EVERYTHING CAN BE SO MUCH BETTER!"
"I-I forgive you, though...everyone c-can change..."
Mistral yelped as a hand rested itself upon his shoulder. "yo misty, your friend's here. don'cha wanna go say hi?"
It was only Sans. It wasn't a genocidal maniac that was going to slaughter everyone. Putting on a fake grin that didn't quite meet his eye sockets, Mistral nodded. "yeah, i'll head down in a sec."
Sans narrowed his eye sockets. "you doin' ok? ya know you can tell me."
Shaking his skull a little too quickly, Mistral said, "nope, everything's good! i'm gonna go talk to hermione!" With that, he bolted.
"Oh! There you are, Mistral! Mum, Dad, this is Mis-"
"heyhermionehowreyoudoingthatsgreatletsgogetfrisksowecanplayoutsidecmonletsgo!"
"MISTRAL? WHY ARE YOU IN SUCH A RUSH?"
"hipapyrusbyepapyrusgoingtofrisksbebacklater!"
"...Papyrus, is Mistral always that...excitable?"
"NO...USUALLY, HE SPEAKS MUCH SLOWER SO PEOPLE HAVE AN EASIER TIME UNDERSTANDING HIM..."
"Mistral, stop!" Hermione exclaimed as she attempted to yank her wrist out of Mistral's tight grip. "What on earth has gotten into you?"
The skeleton gave to indication that he had heard her, only quickening his pace as he pulled her down the street.
"Mistral, you're hurting my wrist!"
At that, he flinched, loosening his grip enough for the witch to escape. He stopped entirely, bowing his head. "...sorry."
"Honestly, Mistral! What happened to cause you to act like this?" Hermione asked, turning him to face her.
Hermione saw the skeleton's pupil lights lower. "...bad memories. don't worry about it." He pulled away from her and began walking once more. "i'm heading to frisk's. you coming?"
"You can't run away from the past, Mistral!" Hermione yelled, striding to keep up with her friend. "What happened?"
He chuckled darkly. "who said they were of the past?" Mistral asked bitterly. He walked faster, Hermione trying her best to keep up with him. They turned a corner-
-and Mistral led Hermione inside, yelling, "hey frisk, toriel, i'm here with hermione!"
The patter of little feet echoed through the house for a few moments before Frisk appeared at the top of the staircase, a flower pot in their hands.
"aww, why'd ya have ta grab that?" Mistral whined childishly, his attitude having done a complete one-eighty from a few moments ago.
Frisk glared at Mistral, signing frantically with one hand.
The flower (Wasn't his name 'Flowery'? Hermione thought) rolled its eyes. "Why the hell is Creepy Dual here? It's bad enough when Smiley Trashbag comes over."
As if expecting a negative response, Frisk's free hand reached behind them, coming back into sight to reveal of spray bottle filled with water. They spritzed the flower, making it hiss like a cat.
"Hey, stop that! Cut it out, Frisk!" Flowery snarled, only to be sprayed again. Frisk held up their index finger, shaking it at the flower.
Mistral giggled at the sight, earning water to the face. "hey, whadid i do?"
In response, Frisk waggled their finger at him as well.
"So...how long have you two been together?"
"uh, we're not-"
"SANS AND I HAVE BEEN TOGETHER EVER SINCE THE DAY I WAS FORMED, HUMAN. HE IS OLDER, AFTER ALL."
"paps, he meant-"
"You mean monsters are formed as adults? But then why are there children running around?"
"we're not-"
"WE FORM AS BABIES, HUMAN, JUST LIKE TINY HUMANS! INSTEAD OF BEING HUMAN, HOWEVER, MY BROTHER AND I WERE BABY BONES!"
"Wait...you two are siblings?"
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I thought-"
"if i were you, pal, i wouldn't finish that thought."
Flowey and Mistral: a winning combination!
Also, Fontcest (which I do not like, but to each their own), has been mentioned now and been quickly shot down. Sorry for those that like it, but that shall not enter this story any more than a mention.