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Into the Mirabel Multiverse

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The Madrigals had just sat down to dinner when in happened.

A slight tingling was felt,before, poof.

They sat in a room, it was like a much larger version of the nursery, minus the furniture.

“What the-” Bruno muttered

“I can’t hear!” Dolores yelled, and all eyes turned to her and Pepa looked distressed. Dolores took this time to realize her poor wording.”Wait, let me rephrase that, I can’t hear, as much as I usually can. ” Dolores emphasized. 

Pepa gave a low sigh of relief.

“No that you mention it, I can’t feel my gift.” Camilo mutter, the Madrigal with gift all looked confused, didn’t they fix the miracle. 

Mirabel took in the room quietly, before spotting the strange object in the room.

“Greetings Madrigals.”

A calm voiced startled all of them out of their musing.

“As you can tell, you are no longer in the Encanto, but rest assured that you are not in danger.”

Mirabel took the lead.

“Who,or what are you,and why are we here?” she questioned quietly. Behind the cameras, a young deity chuckled.

“Straight to the point are you?” he teased,” As you can tell, your gift do not work here. I mean no harm to you.” the Voice soothed “You may call me Writer.”

“Okay??” Luisa questioned. She was uncertain,but she didn’t protest.

“As for why you are here, there is a magical thing called the Multiverse, in each of these universes, there is something different, a choice, a small tweap in the timeline, yout universe is called the Root universe, you are the originals.” Writer explained simply. Mirabel blinked before she realized it.
“So some of the choices we considered doing, they actually happened in other versions of ourselves.”

“Yes, but we are here to see how thing could have been different in the Mirabel Varients.”

“The what now?” Camilo asked., he received a smack on the back of the head from his mother.

“A Varient, is a alternate version of yourself, you Camilo Madrigal have the most troublesome variants, and you are second to Mirabel when it comes to the amount of variants.” Writer said.

“How bad do they get?” Juileta questioned.

“Young Julieta, do you know why my name is Writer?”


“Simple there is a group of divine being who write out every fate that can befall you universe, I made several Varients myself, but only when we add them to the system, do they become a reality.”

The Madrigal’s all stopped what they were doing. Because for the love of the Candle, there were people who took their fates and molded them into what they wanted, Bruno blanched.

Tio Bruno?” Antonio asked concerned about the shade of pale brown his Tio’s face had become.

“You mean, that you can’t touch our universe, but you can make entire other ones.”

“Yes. I just said that”

“ You have the power to destroy them, don’t you?”

Writer didn’t respond, he was good, they had to admit it.

“Writer, can you destroy universe, yes or no?” Abuela asked frightened.

“Okay listen, yes I can, but I can’t touch your universe, I did, everything would come crumbling down, every detail of every universe, would vanish.” Writer said bluntly. “ And I’m breaking several rules by bringing you here.”

Bruno gulped dreading the next question that he would ask.

“How many universes have you destroyed?”


How many

“3” Writer said bluntly. “Before you ask, no, they were not of your variants, I write for other dimensions too, sometimes I interlap some dimensions,you know what you’ll see.”

“See what?” Isabela asked in an accusing tone

“You are here, to react to the Mirabel variant that I created, the rules are simple, they too will have any abilities or gifts that they have will be disabled.You can each ask two questions.”

“So we’re reacting to me?”


“In other universes.”


The Madrigal’s were beyond confused, this was downright witchcraft. But then again, they had their own miracle.


How much weirder can this be?

“You never really answered my question.” Julieta objected.

They can be gruesome, but be warned some are colder towards your family, some aren’t your daughter, some Alternate Universes have Bruno as Mirabel and Camilo’s parent,”

“Okay, I can’t be mad at that.” Pepa chuckled. “He’s like a second father to them. Bruno flushed red stuttering and mumbling about how that wasn’t true, and Mirabel and Camilo blinking confused at what their family member meant.

“You are quite a group, some have Mirabel with a gift.”

“Ok pardon me,did you say in some universe I have a gift?”

“Correct, like I said, once a writer is made, they jump from, alternate-” Writer paused, “You know what, that is a mouth full,we’ll call them Fandoms. A writer jumps from fandom to fandom, always asking the question of ‘what if’” Writer paused, almost embarrassed to say what she said next. “ Some are not right in their heads, and write… how to say, unsavory content.”

Pepa covered Antoino’s ears, and asked “ What type of stuff?”

“Do you really want to know?”


“That is what I thought.”

Mirabel saw how uncomfortable the atmosphere had become before asking a question that had been eating at her mind.
“How long will we be here?”

“ 3 days at the max.”

“But the town-” Abuela tried to interrupt.

“The town can wait, your family could use some bonding time, and you all need to realize,”

Writer paused letting the tension rise until Dolorese asked the question they were all thinking.

“Realize what?”

A blinding flash filled the room, a young girl, about 15 in age, stood in the center, long brown hair reached mid back, and multicolored eyes opened as a predatory smirk graced her lip.

You got off, EASY .

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The Madrigal’s all paled.

“Wh-what do you mean we got off easy”

“In many universes, Mirbel makes the decision to runaway after the emotional neglect and abuse-”

“Hold on we know we neglected her emotionally, but we never abused her.” Pepa snapped. Writer merely darkly chuckled. 

“Pepa, “ the red head paled at Writer’s glare “Let me define emotional abuse: nonphysical behavior that belittles another person and can include insults, put down, verbal threats or other tactics that make the victim feel threatened, inferior, ashamed or degraded.”

Mirabel and the Madrigal’s looked down. Oh so that was what had been going on.

That was sad.

Abuela sparred a glance at her neita she owed that girl so many apologies she didn’t know where to start.

Writer’s eyes were sharp, and trained to read these emotions.

A smirk formed on her features.

Oh Abuela Alma Madrigal was going to realize that in some universes, she had done so much worse that emotional abuse.

Was the deity evil and slightly wrong in the head.


Did she give a crap?


“I will warn you though” Writer growled “For some universe, I will supply eye plugs and a blind fold for Antonio, and some universe, well the Mirabel variant is, younger. Like Antoino hasn’t been born yet young.”

The Madrigal’s all grinned.

Tiny innocent Mirabel? 

Heck yeah.

“So here is how this is going to go, I will start off with my Au’s going from low angst scale-”

“What’s an angst scale?” Dolorese butted in.

“How sad the universe is. To a higher angst scale, then I will introduce some of the other story writer’s stories.Whoo, that was a mouth full.” the young girl ranted. Before pausing. “Use me as practice, ask all of the questions you want, but remember if I son’t answer, don’t press.”

Mirabel saw an opportunity to ask another question that had been burning in her head.

“How old are you?” 

“Around 15.”

“Are you a jerk?” Antoine inquired, this caused the young deity to chuckle

“Some may call me that.”

“Do you like pranking people?” Camilo bellowed. Writer’s eyes sparkled in mischief. 

‘Oh dear kami,’ the Madrigal’s thought in dismay ‘there’s two of them!’

“You better believe it.”

“Did you die to become they way you are?” Augustin asked softly, Writer didn’t respond. She lowered her head and chuckled,it grew into a full blown laughter.

“No Agustin, I just had to process your question, that was a little personal.” she tacked on darkly.

“Noted.” Augustin uttered in embarrassment. Abuela had a burning question in her heart.

“How did you become like this?” Writer paused at Abuela’s question.

“I did it to escape, I threw myself into this line of work, I was, no I am afraid to face reality as it is, in my world, I listen to horror stories about how parts of the world are going to war, it is sad, and scary, and I’m just a child, Alma Madrigal, and I’m more morally right than some leaders in my world.” Writer’s gaze had become dark, her eyes glowing naturally. Causing all the Madrigal’s to shudder.

“That is all I will be answering.” Writer announced. And vanished in another flash of light.

“This universe is interesting. It is one of my own making, called ‘Shifting Elements.’”

The Madrigal’s barely had time to ask a question when a blinding flash of light brought a 7 year old Mirabel Madrigal into the room. 

The girl looked around her eyes landing on Camilo, they visibly lit up and she rushed forward and hugged him. 


“I beg your pardon what?!”

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Camilo looked down at this tiny 7 year old girl, that was definitely MIrabel.

“Your old!” Mirabel chirped, Camilo sputtered.
“That is GREAT!” Isabela roared, and the rest of the family chuckled. Mirabel’s eyes lit up at the sight of Bruno.
“Papa!” the Madrigal’s all stalled at Mirabel’s proclamation. Remembering what the Writer said, they left it alone. Julieta’s and her side(-Mirabel) all felt a bit dejected.

“Your so smoll!!!” their Mirabel proclaimed drawing her younger self’s attention to her.

“Are you me?” she asked tilting her head.

“Yes!” Mirabel said cheerfully, “But older!”

Abuela tooka a good look at the girl’s clothes they looked like they belonged to royalty.

“What is your universe like?” she questioned simply.

“Universe? Oh you mean my home! Well it’s super cool! Papa’s a prince, your a queen, AND we have a living castle!” the girl beamed as she spoke rapid pace, when their Mirabel was this age, she was quiet, still hoping for a gift. Bruno had a question.

“Do you have a gift?” 

“ Oh yeah! I can control: earth,fire,water,and air! Abuela says it’s super useful!”

All of them winced, if her Abuela was anything like the old Abuela, the constant pressure would be noticed very soon.

“What has you life been like?” Julieta asked simply.

“Huh? OH! Well we were raised by Papa, we did know we were royalty, papa was just really scare of going back,”  Ah so Bruno had run off in that universe. “We’re not really allowed to talk about our mama though…”

That raised some questions.

‘Why not?” The question predictable came from Abuela.

“Papa said that she only pretend to like him and that she only loved his money.”  the seven year old chirped. Abuela gave a sigh. There had been a woman like that in the village, but bruno had seen through her like she was glass.

“Wait,what’s your relationship with me?” Antoino chirped. The adult all winced, Antoino had been born when Mirabel was 10, not 7. Mirabel turned to the young boy.

“Who are you?”

And there it was.


Antoino looked devastated.


“That is all the questions for her.” Writer’s voice interrupted. In a flash little Mirabel was gone, and left the Madrigal pouting in her absence.

“Next Mirabel. Be prepared-”

“DOES THIS ONE KNOW ME!?” The still tearful Antonio demanded.

“Yes young one, be prepare though, this one is,strange.”

A bright flash filled the room, and another MIrabel appear, but this one, had wings.

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Things escalated quickly. 

This Mirabel instantly went into fight or flight mode.


Wings flapped frantically, and she seemed panicked.

“Calm Down!” Writer’s voice rang out as loud as day. The winged Mirabel’s wings stopped beating, but they still bristled.

“Good, everyone this is winged/ Mha Mirabel, have fun, also she has trust issues.” Writer introduced.

“Umm hi? Other me?” Mirabel tried.

“So the Multiverse is real?”

“Pretty much!” 

Winged Mirabel’s wings seemed to un-tense, but that unease was still there.

“Do you know me?” Antonio questioned.

“Yeah, how could I forget my favorite Primo !” Winged Mirabel literally chirped.

“Okay, how does that work? What the heck is a MHA?” Bruno fired off.

“Oh Well there is this universe where 80% of the worlds population have these powers called quirks, some have mutations, that require a special procedure to make it so that they can function,” she paused and vaguely gestured to her wings, which were huge! ”If not they kinda just sit there, my wings, since they were unknown, cause chronic back pains for me, and they kinda just pop out after the fall of Casita , I hope that answers both of your questions.” She once again literally chirped.


The Madrigal all winced, a back ache was enough, but they all had the sneaking suspicion that they didn’t just pop out.


“Why are you so jumpy?” Camilo asked.


“Being kidnapped for having a powerful quirk will do that to you!” She said darkly.


“Pardon my language, also cover Antonio’s ears” Luisa said “ But what the fuck do you mean by that?!” 


“ The candle teleported me to ‘Japan’ were something call the Hero Public Safety Commission tried to kidnap me because my quirk or gift whatever you want to call it, was powerful.” 


“What the actual-”
“Language Isa!” Mirabel shouted

“How are you so calm about this Mirabel!?” Isabela paused “Our Mirabel.” she added on after a moment of thought.

“I mean she seems fine-”

“ PTSD, Anxiety, and Trust issues.”Winged Mirabel said absent mindedly.

“What?” Abuela asked.

“Those are kinda what’s going on with me, hurts but I know how to hide it.” she added, “ Us Mirabel Variant are good at that, from what i hear anyways.” 




“Hey I’m not like that!” the original Mirabel defended.


“Like I said MOST of the Mirabel Varients. Now I should probably be getting back, before Keigo destroys half the town looking for me.”
“Who’s Keigo?”

“Four words, Over Protective Adopted Brother.” Mirabel sounded so done with who ever this Keigo was. “He was also taken by the Hero Commision, but unlike me, they actually got him to their training facilities. Now seriously, I need to go before he tears up the town.”

And just like that, a blinding flash took her away, and left the Madrigal stewing in their unanswered questions.

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The next Mirabel was… interesting for a lack of words.

When she had been teleported in, she had been a human Snow Leopard, and spewing ice.

Right in Camilo’s poor (now frozen) face.

It took 30 minutes for him to be able to feel his face, and another 15 to talk with out a stupid look on his face.

It was hilarious.

By then, Mirabel had shifted into a form where it was just ears and tails. 

An air of unease surrounded her, as well as the sense of calm before the storm.

“Soooo,” Bruno drawled out. “What’s your universe like?”

He flinched under his nieces gaze, this Mirabel didn’t wear glasses, so the could see in great detail a pair of pale blues leopard eyes.

And the scar that spanned from a few inches above her eyebrow, to just above her chin.

“It’s life,” she quite literally snarled. “I got kidnapped by aliens who turned me into a” she pause and made a wild gesture to herself “ this ! I fight as a vigilante at night, and I’m no longer in the Encanto.”

“What age were you kidnapped?” Abuela asked softly. She had to stop herself from flinching when Leopard Mirabel’ glare snapped to her.

“A few day after the failed ceremony.” she said in a matter of fact tone.

“Were you the only one?” Dolorese asked.

“No, there was 8 other kids with me, one was separated from us because her mutant power was to strong for the Kranng to handle.”

“Mutant power?” Agustin sounded curious.

“Yeah. Like my ice, or Luna’s sonic howl. We were classified on a scale of 1-X to 10-X.” she paused before scratching the back of her neck, “ I was a 9-X. If I get a shard of ice in anyone, I can control them, so they just kinda kept me in a room without water, unless I really needed it.”

“Why?” the simple questioned came from Antonio, who had already guessed that this Mirabel didn’t know he existed.

“They thought by restricting my water access, I wouldn’t be able to summon ice, they wer wrong. The Kranng made two mistakes with me,one, they underestimated me, and two they gave me an cute and adorable, mountain lion, who could talk to, and use ghost to control others, to watch until they got his a cell of his own.”

“How did you escape.”
“A Kranng accidentally left the main cell, that means the one that held the 1-X through 8-X class mutants, open, they went and freed us, and we went and freed Sora, and we escaped into New York City, and we’ve been there ever since.”

“Umm.” Antonio uttered, and his Prima’s gaze turned to him she gave a grin,revealing that her canies were still very. very sharp. 

“Oh, my, sewer apples, YOU SO STINKING ADORABLE!!” Leopard Mirabel squealed.
“She’s kinda like me… just furrier, and more aggressive.” Mirabel muttered.

“What do you fight?” Pepa inquired a burning curiosity.

“Kranng, and The Foot.”

“The foot?”  Isabela muttered

“Your either with them, or against them, there is not in between.” Leopard Mirabel hissed in aggravation. She then pointed to her scar. “ They fucking-”

“LANGUAGE!” Pepa shouted from her position covering Antonio’s ears.

They fudging, happy now? Gave me this because I refused to join” Leopard Mirabel hissed in aggravation. 

“Okay? How are you mentally?” Felix muttered, genuinely concerned for his nieces well being, he hadn’t counted on her hearing picking u on the question.

“Oh I’m doing just fine! Having others who know what you went through is quite helpful!” she purred.

“Wait, can you go like full leopard?” Antonio asked with a look of inocence.

“Yes?” Leopard Mirabel said it like a question “Why?’

“Could I talk to you like that,my gift allows me to talk to animals.”

The Madrigals all froze at Antonio’s poor, poor wording.

“Mabye, I guess we could try-”

“NOPE! Not gonna happen! That’s enough questions, say bye!” 

“Adios!” Leopard Mirabel shouted, once again getting in her fighting position, turning into the form she was in previously and inhaling. Gone in a blinding flash, just like she arrived.


10 minutes later another blinding flash appear, and horrified shrieks filled the room.