Riding on a bus came with fewer stipulations than an airplane and was generally more comfortable for mages like yourself. That didn't mean you appreciated the long ride home. You'd read through the only book you'd brought several times already on the trip itself.
If you had to read about Paul and Leah dancing around each other instead of just getting it over with and kissing -jeez- you were going to scream.
Which was a bad idea.
Period.
Although buses weren't as trigger-happy as airplanes were, it still wouldn't be a good idea for you to make a scene.
Anything magical that could take your mind off of the passing time was also off the docket. Even something as harmless as meditation would make people look at you weird, and once that happened, security wasn't far behind.
You hated plane rides as much as the next mage, but at least the trip was quick. Even sleeping wasn't a good idea, so for hours you were stuck with nothing to do except watch the scenery pass at a crawl.
A few hours in, a buzzing made itself known in the back of your head. Rather than being annoying like the buzz of a bug, it felt warm and cozy. It felt like home. There was only one thing it could be, and pure joy jolted through your body like an electric shock at the realization: you were close enough to feel Chara again. The horrible silence was banished back to its lonely abyss.
Of course, they would still be at the picnics celebrating, but even that thought didn't dampen your mood. Maybe you could…of course you couldn't. It would be rude to only show up at the end of the festivities, especially ones as important to the monsters as the day they were freed from their perpetual prison. You could cook a great dinner to share stories over when your bus got back though.
Which couldn't be too long now.
You came back to reality when the person across from you cleared his throat, obviously unnerved at your sudden excited giggling. "Sorry." You apologized quickly. "I'm just excited to get home." The man shook his head, muttering to himself as he went back to looking out his own window.
You were decidedly less excited when you actually reached your house. You should have expected this, to be honest. With the entire neighborhood empty of monsters, there was nobody around to keep an eye out for or stop this kind of thing.
Red and black graffiti with explicit and threatening messages were sprawled all over the walls of your house. Not just yours either, as several other houses that were owned by monsters had the same treatment applied to their finish as well. The easily reachable windows were broken, but thankfully, there was no internal damage to your house. Your wards had done their job.
Some messages were explicitly aimed at you as well, for daring to live with a monster. "Traitor. Lowlife. Whore. Monster-lover." Couldn't they at least come up with something original? With a sigh, you dropped the bags of groceries in the kitchen and grabbed a rag and a bucket. The windows you could fix with magic. It wasn't worth the effort to waste it on graffiti though.
Once you fixed the windows and scrubbed for about an hour, you took a break to fix dinner. You pulled out the vegetables and gave them a quick fry before laying them in the bottom of the pan. Atop them you placed the ham carefully, afraid the uneven vegetables would cause it to roll out of place, before dripping the sauce over it evenly. You covered the meal in aluminum foil before popping it in the oven and setting the timer for an hour and a half. You also set a timer on your phone in case you weren't back inside by the time it went off.
You refilled your bucket and slipped back outside, taking a desolate look down your block. The usually beautiful scenery was marred by destruction and graffiti. Other windows were broken, and even the plant life in such houses weren't spared as gardens were tilled to shreds and even young saplings had been uprooted and strewn about.
Resolving yourself, you prepared a slip of paper with a sequence to fix the windows and slipped it in your pocket for later. Sure, your house was almost clean, but it wasn't fair to only scrub for yourself. Nobody else should have to come home after a long, happy week to this slander and mess. You finished your house as quickly as you could before moving on to your immediate neighbor's.
Half-an-hour later, it surprised you when a second rag suddenly splashed in your bucket while you were fixing the windows on one of your neighbors' houses. Wordlessly, another of your human neighbors roughly began scrubbing at the walls of the house you were working on. You smiled at her gratefully before going back to work.
You were halfway down the block, dinner cooling on the counter and half the neighborhood out cleaning houses, when your family pulled up into your driveway. Toriel exited the car, standing on your driveway flabbergasted as she watched the scene before her. She didn't know how, but somehow, she felt down to her Soul that this was somehow your doing.
Asgore moved to stand beside her, watching as the humans on your block scrubbed at graffiti, replanted gardens, and moved broken furniture and valuables for you to fix and then bring them back to their designated places. Looking back, she saw similarly shocked expressions of Sans's, Chara's, and Fuku's faces, also mirrored by all the monsters that lived here that were arriving back around the same time as they were.
You didn't even seem to realize their presence as you wiped your forehead, obviously tired before going back to fixing someone else's stuff. The humans actually seemed to be enjoying the work, chatting with each other pleasantly whenever they were close enough to do so.
Toriel had never seen humans move to help her people in such a way. In way that wouldn't much affect their daily lives, sure, like signing petitions or giving donations back in the early days. But an entire neighborhood banding together to clean homes that had been wrecked? Never.
This combined with the fact that you were also due back today convinced her that somehow you had been the cause. For the first time, a smile caused by you split her lips.