Chapter 43: Amar Blight-Noceda

Honestly, any of the teenagers would have said that running into a pale, rattlesnake hissing imp dressed like a cowboy with a blessing tipped riffle in the Seussian mountains would have been an error in context. However, they were more worried by the fact that they had nearly been ambushed by a creature from Hell with a weapon that could destroy any of them. The worry was tripled to infinity when they saw how serious Amar looked when he said he forgot to kill Striker.

"Amar…" Beatrice asked as slowly as she could. "Why do you know that Wrath Ring freak?

"How do you know him?" Audrey asked Beatrice.

"He's like the bigoted, anti-caste, Overlord hating version of Blitz." Beatrice shrugged.

"Ain't that a surprise?" Striker's tail rattled as he pointed his rifle at the group. "The Radio Demon's protégée waltzing around with his gal. You sure know how to make friends, Lil' Amar."

"And I think you have no idea since you don't have any," Amar said coldly. "Go back to Hell."

"Sorry. But I got a target to shoot." Striker pointed his rifle at Audrey's direction. "Who knows, I might get paid double for adding a bunch of pompous, prick-headed princesses, a skinny church boy, some peasant, and the beetle brat. Killing an unmanly shrimp like you? Not even worth a dime."

"Wow. I am so hurt. Bravo, you got so much better at making feel bad." Amar drily clapped his hands. "Mocking my girliness. Humiliating, you're right, since the last time you say my unmanly self, I was the one who did that number on your tail."

"His tail?" Beatrice's question caused the others to look at the imp's tail. After the four black stripes and spikes by the but and before the sharp tin was nothing but pale skin. Pale skin covered in red scars crosshatched against it to form the shape of giant claw scratches. Striker's tail rattled in annoyance. "Amar did that to your tail?"

"Suddenly I'm no longer shaking in my boots anymore." Crystal muttered. "We got ambushed… by a so-called badass who got served by an eight-year-old? Wow. Hired hits have gone down in quality."

Striker took the insult by firing at Crystal. Crystal summoned a crystal ball but didn't get the chance to use it. To the shock of the teenagers, Amar suddenly turned into animated rock that moved and barricaded Crystal from the holy bullet. When the rock barricade dissolved, a yelp from Striker and the sound of a rifle bottom hitting someone's forehead caused them to realize that somehow, Amar had snuck up on Striker and pulled him by the tail. And the sight of blood trickling on the boy's forehead made it clear that the adult imp did not take it well.

"AMAR!" Audrey panicked and shot a blast of fire at Striker. The imp didn't move when the fire blast hit him nor did the flames even budge him. He shot a bullet at her. Another ice pillar grew and froze the bullet.

"Isn't that adorable?" Striker sneered at Amar. "That pompous royal brat must have been that desperate to grab an unmanly pipsqueak like yourself." Out of nowhere, a fist of ice and rock emerged and punched Striker in the face. Amar yanked the rifle out of him. "Might want to give that back, kid. Only real men can use that sort of thing."

Amar shrugged. They all watched as he casually crushed the rifle's barrel open and dropped all the holy bullets in his palm. Striker looked baffled when Amar suddenly crushed all of the bullets in one big crunch and dropped the debris in the snow. The fallen remains caused some white flowers to grow. He then threw the rifle back at Striker. "OK. Here's your dumb toy."

"The Heaven did you do?" Striker clutched his now useless rifle.

"What? You wanted me to give your toy to a real man. You're a demon, so you're not really a man. I had to empty it out before I could give it to you." Amar smugly smiled. "I know more about loopholes than you."

That must have pissed the adult imp enough to rattle his tail with vicious. He growled and tackled Amar down the nearest cliff.

"AMAR!" Audrey screamed. Striker aimed to strangle the kid's neck; Ozzy used her hair as a lasso and grabbed the imp's arm, doing her best to pull him away.

"Pick on someone your own size, you jerk!" She snapped.

"Gladly!" Striker got hold of Ozzy's hair and turned the tables on her by swinging her off the ground, having her spin in circles until he let go and tossed her away. Ozzy ended up crashing down two pine trees. Gothy snuck up on him and stabbed him on the side. Striker spun around, flicking the dagger off her hands with his tail, and shoved his foot against her heel, spraining it. Crystal used a crystal ball to create a magical shield over her girlfriend but that distracted her and the imp threw Gothy's dagger at her. All it did was slightly rip her sleeve and give a small cut to her arm, but the dagger's minerals had a burning effect on her wound. As she knelt down and screamed in agony, Audrey and Beatrice jumped on Striker and pinned him down.

"Charles! Now!" Audrey shouted. Charles nodded and pulled out from his satchel the gun he had stolen from Kory Lokisdottir back in Villainapolis. Recognizing the light of holy bullets in the gun, Striker sneered. Yet again, the girls had forgotten about his flexible tail. Striker used it to grab Beatrice's ankle and swing her off him and towards Charles, knocking them down against a fallen trunk. Audrey snapped her fingers so that thorned vines to catch him; Striker used his clawed hands to cut through. She summoned a fire blast against him but he sliced it with his tail. When he got close enough, he grabbed the gun and pointed it at Audrey.

"One bold move out of you and your friends get a taste of eternal extermination," Striker warned. Audrey looked around and saw how her friends had been easily injured and weakened by the hitman. Audrey raised her hands in defeat, Striker sneered as he pointed the gun towards her forehead…

And Amar's hand rose up, held the gun, and crushed the gun in one try.

"YOU!" Striker growled. "Why are you always around when I have hits to kill?" Amar lifted his head up to properly look at the imp in the eye. The latter frowned when he saw Amar's mismatched brown and gold eyes glow into spinning rainbow hues. Amar swung him away, creating a rainbow-colored shock wave while the imp crashed onto a rock. The earth cracked all the way to the nearest mountain. Audrey gasped and quickly shot a pink fire blast to destroy the impending avalanche and melt it away.

Striker charged again at Amar. The latter's two-toned brown hair now glowed in the same rainbow hues as his eyes though his hair had more of an iridescent effect. He created white and magenta circles with his hands. The ground shook and an ice-shard abomination three times his size charged at Striker. As Striker tackled the ice abomination, Amar created orange and magenta circles to summon a fire abomination from his bare hands. Rather than having it charge at Striker, Amar had the fire abomination charge at the ice abomination, creating a rainbow vapor that both melted away all the nearest ice and confused Striker with its vaporizing lights.

Audrey had a hard time believing what she was seeing. That imp from Hell had practically beaten her and her friends in less than a few seconds but was losing to Amar. The imp was losing to a kid with an insane amount of magic. It was chaotic… but it looked so pure compared to what she had seen before. Unlike hers or Kory's… It truly was exceptional.

A being that has such powerful, near unlimited magic, she recalled Dr. Strange reading Amar's chapter in the Darkhold, because he was born from one of the most powerful true loves to have developed in adversity.

"True love really does create the most powerful magic…" Audrey muttered. Amar created black circles with rainbow auras; the earth crackled into the shape of a pentagram and Amar summoned lava abominations to drag Striker towards the pentagram's center.

"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS AGAIN, BLIGHT-NOCEDA! YA HEAR ME?" Striker howled.

"Por encima del bien y del mal, a través de mi sello creado, te envío de regreso a tu territorio para asegurar mi victoria," Amar calmly chanted in all his rainbow glowing glory. (Above good and evil, through my created seal, I send you back to your territory to ensure my victory.)

The pentagram glowed brighter, the earth underneath it opening up more, and shadows of what looked like abomination-shadow hybrids grabbed Striker and his two restraints. The imp struggled to free in vain. The deeper he was dragged in, the earth closed above him.

"WE'RE NOT DONE! YOUR TRIP IS FAR FROM DONE! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD, BLIGHT-NOCEDA, AND MY CLIENT WILL KILL THE RADIO DEMON'S WHORE! WE DON'T REST UNTIL YOU'RE BOTH DEAD! YOU HEAR ME?! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!"

"I don't care," Amar said quietly. Striker was pulled further into the shadows of Hell. His glowing green eyes were the last things to be seen before the earth finally closed in on him. White flowers grew on the spot where the pentagram used to be. Amar's rainbow glows disappeared, his hair and eyes returning back to normal, and he struggled to stand up. Audrey quickly picked him up and held him in her arms.

"What happened?" Gothy asked as she helped Crystal walk.

"Is Amar OK?" Beatrice ran towards Audrey. The teenagers looked horrified as Amar didn't budge in Audrey's arms…

Until he started snoring.

They all unleashed exasperated sighs of relief.

Much later

Usually, this is the part where the narrator gets into lengthy details about the appearance of Whoville, how the ambiance startled the tourists (especially those from Auradon and the Isle), and the town would break into song to explain how great Whoville is.

At this point, the group had gotten sick of it. They wanted to be done with it, they were tired, Crystal needed to go to the infirmary, and because of the time they had wasted with Striker, plans had to be delayed and Amar woke up LITERALLY when they got to the first street and said he wanted to eat. Beatrice was probably among the top 4 most aggravated. The moment a Who tried to welcome them, she screamed loud enough for the whole town to hear that she'd switch their facial features if they didn't leave them alone.

At this rate, the best they could do was find a restaurant right next to the tram station. It was a miracle that the public spaces surrounding the station had enough of a heating system to provide outdoor eating in the cold environment. Shops were filled with sales promoting the upcoming Halloween season while all the windows had at most one flyer promoting upcoming Christmas sales.

"OW!" Crystal winced when Ozzy stitched up her wound. Ozzy had managed to fix up the iron scratch on Crystal's arm but apparently, Crystal was sensitive to the plastic needle Ozzy was using.

"Stop whining! I'm using this plastic needle so I don't hurt you!" Ozzy wrapped a bandage cloth around the stitches before putting away her first aid kit in her hair with a gruff.

"Great! Here comes the waitress…" Charles groaned when the purple-haired Who waitress approached. "I don't even know if I want to look at the menu…"

Amar opened up his purple-otter backpack and pulled out what looked like a see-through bag full of glowing purple marbles. He tossed the bag into the cold ground, purple marbles spreading everywhere, and he started crying. "MY MARBLES!"

"It's OK, sweetie! I got them!" The waitress put down the menus on the table and bent down to pick up the marbles. Just as Beatrice reached for a menu, she noticed the purple flash in the waitress' eyes.

"You're awfully nice, Ms. Katherine!" Amar gushed. That caused Gothy to frown; the nametag made it obvious that the waitress preferred to be called Kitty.

"You're incredibly adorable." 'Katherine' gave Amar his bag now full of marbles. "I'll make sure you all have your sandwiches and hot chocolate on the house."

"The usual for everyone?" Amar asked.

"Anything for a loving angel like yourself!" The waitress gave Amar's cheek a quick pinch and took back the menus. "I'll be back with your orders in a few!"

As she left, Amar gave her a nice wave. When he turned, he was greeted by the shocked look on the teenagers' faces. "What?" he asked.

"Did you just use Oracle magic hexed marbles to get that waitress to give you free stuff?" Beatrice asked.

"No, I asked her nicely!" Amar shoved the marble bag into his backpack.

"Really?" Gothy frowned skeptically. "What did you tell her to get for Audrey?"

"A potato salad sandwich with eco-friendly mayo and hot chocolate with raspberry sprinkles, strawberry syrup, cinnamon, and whipped cream," Amar effortlessly responded, earning a wide-eyed look from Audrey.

"How the Hell do you know that? Wait, what is Oracle magic?"

"Divination magic. One of the covens from Witchachusetts specialize in it," Beatrice explained. "Luz Blight-Noceda took multi-track courses; she uses Oracle magic to figure out how to pay her taxes."

"And Odalia Blight," Gothy said venomously, "used Oracle magic for lousy black-market trades and for further abusing Amity Blight." Gothy looked at Amar in disapproval. "Do you realize that you did something just as bad as your grandmother? You used magic to get that waitress to do what you want!"

"Because my natural cuteness was worn out!" Amar protested. "It was at 100% when we were with the other wizards, but after all that energy I spent on Striker, I had to use a cheap shortcut to get easy stuff for all of you! If I wasn't so drowsy, I could have used anime eyes and my cute voice to convince her easily. I'm tired."

"You beat up Striker like he was nothing…"

"I'm eight! I have physical limits! Just because I can use wild magic like a super rainbow doesn't mean that I'm a walking fully-charged battery!"

"Touché." Ozzy nodded. The teenagers mostly groaned at Amar's newfound behavior: apparently, being tired from using so much magic had made turned the impossibly cute angel into a brat that talked like a frustrated post-graduate fanfic writer.

"Well, maybe refrain from using any magic for the rest of the day?" Audrey quietly suggested. "I'm sure you can take a nap when we're at Beatrice's friend's house…"

"I know where we're going." Amar pointed at the tram going up towards the mountain. "If you think I'm going to stay asleep in that factory, forget it. The guy who runs that factory is the coolest inventor ever. My moms got their favorite automated beverage making machine from his shop. The older kids in town say he's also the one who builds the animatronic mascots in nearly all the theme parks in the world. I'm seeing that factory."

"I get that. But please save your energy if you want to see it, OK?" Audrey asked patiently. "No manipulations, no magic, and please, no bad attitude. Sound good."

"We're still getting the food and drinks for free, right?" Amar asked.

"Oh totally."

"No way am I denying free food!" Ozzy shook her head.

"I don't really care," Crystal shrugged."

"I don't really approve of what you just did, but I could go for food," Gothy admitted.

Charles and Beatrice merely shrugged. The waitress came back with two trays full of sandwiches and hot chocolates, each one customized for each kid's personal preferences. Amar rested his chin on his hands and gave the cutest smile possible to the waitress, who gushed on how illegally cute he was and should have everything for free. Just as she headed back inside, she fainted.

"Weaponizing cuteness." Beatrice drank her absinthe-spiked and caramel fudge hot cocoa. "Good thing you did it sooner than later."

"I don't do it on purpose. Mommy and Mamá say that I was naturally cute. I barely lift my head and grown-ups run to me asking if I want a lollipop. Adults are so stupid." Amar sniffed his hot cocoa, as if to double-check that there was lactose free milk underneath that mountain of whipped cream, colorful fudge drippings, and pink sprinkles. He took a large sip, causing Crystal and Charles to chuckle a bit when he looked like he had a goatee of whipped cream until he licked it into his mouth.

"So…" Audrey tapped her fingers on the table, "how exactly do you the imp who attacked us? He kinda makes me think of Blitz… only nastier and not as weirdly funny. Don't get me wrong, you were AWESOME," Audrey raised her hands in the air for emphasis, "but… he looked like he knew you enough to try insulting before you got on his nerves."

"Striker's definitely a bad sign," Beatrice said grimly. "He's a bigot towards his own race, sees himself as better than others because he's physically more adept than imps and is an expert assassin with holy weapons. He's also into destroying the caste system in Hell. Even my godfather stays clear from Striker's services. But Striker only takes high clients in Hell."

"We made enemies from Hell," Audrey muttered. "Damn it. Strange was right."

"I think that's what happened." Amar took a bite from his tuna sandwich. "Striker tried to kill my mamá when I met him."

Gothy accidentally spit her hot cocoa on Charles' face. Her half-brother yelped in pain until Amar made a glowing circle and created an ice pack to rest on Charles' face.

"Kill Luz Blight-Noceda?" Crystal was shocked. "But she's so nice!"

"I know, that's what I told him!" Amar muttered. "My mommy and mamá went out on one of those monthly anniversaries of theirs. I don't get why adults need to celebrate EVERY first thing they did as a couple. So they went across town to this nice place, I was doing some scrapbooking in the garden, and I noticed him perched on our balcony. When I got upstairs, I saw he had his target aimed at my mamá's head… And then I kinda dragged him off the balcony."

"Oh my god! Were you hurt?"

"Nah, I landed in the pool we take out at summertime. He landed on the tree. Long story short, we didn't get along, it was bad enough that he tried to hurt my mamá… but then he started making fun of how I wasn't really much of a boy. Didn't help that he then destroyed my scrapbook with his rifle… Apparently, it's ILLEGAL for me to have a scrapbook about my dream wedding with Tom Hiddleston…" Amar frowned when he saw the confused looks the baffled teenagers were giving him. "What? We all have our dozes of celebrity crushes! Don't judge me!"

"Nope. No judging. You have great tastes." Charles patiently held his hands up.

"Wait. So, you caught the guy trying to kill your mom but you were more pissed by him destroying your scrapbook?" Audrey took a bite of her sandwich.

"I'm a kid. I have screwed priorities." Amar shrugged. "But I think the combo of what he did and tried to do DIDN'T help my mood. I went all Arcoíris Amar on him by accident. He fled and my mommy and mamá freaked out when they saw I destroyed the garden." Amar dropped his sassy tone. "I… didn't tell them I went all rainbow on an assassin. They found out anyway. Apparently, my mommy has baby cameras all over the house."

"So THAT's why Amity was OK with you sneaking your way into our trip!" Crystal pointed at Amar. "You're a walking nuclear bomb!"

"That night you caught Striker…" Gothy hesitated. "Was it in August?"

"Yeah, why?" Amar's response earned a reaction from Gothy, who slammed her face against the table, knocking the rest of her hot cocoa on the counter.

"That woman is odious…" She muttered.

"Who, sis?" Charles asked.

"Really? Pointy ears, green hair, worst hair tips, horribly proportioned hips?"

Charles gagged. "Odalia Blight? Why do I still remember her?"

"You know one of my abuelitas?" Whatever bratty behavior Amar had in the past seconds had totally disappeared. Gleaming stars were in his mismatched eyes as he leaned over the table. "Siempre quise conocer a mis abuelas y a mi abuelo!" (I always wanted to meet my grandmas and my grandpa.) Amar eagerly went through his backpack and pulled out a crocheted Azura the Good Witch doll as big as his head. Though the white dress and hat were made out of mismatched white yarn and the eyes were buttons designed like creepy owl eyes, one couldn't deny that a lot of love had been put into the doll's fabrication and Amar cherished the toy. "My Abuela Eda made me this Azura toy; it's my favorite out of all of them. She's not exactly my abuela because she was my mamá's mentor but I treat her like my abuela. I still wish I could meet my abuelas and abuelo in Auradon."

This time, his last sentence earned a lot of uneasy looks from the teenagers.

"Um, I don't think you really want to meet your grandparents, Amar…" Charles tried to break it gently. "Your mommy's parents… aren't exactly popular on the Isle of the Lost."

"And last time I checked, Amity told me that Luz's mom disowned her daughter for her preferences," Gothy said sourly.

"My mommy always makes them sound like monsters," Amar said, unfazed, as he settled his doll onto the table next to his sandwich plate. "But my mamá always told me nice things about her mamá when it was just her and me. Besides, how can people be monsters if you don't really know them?"

"And that's a great philosophy, kid, but your mommy Amity's parents weren't exactly the best parents. Trust me, your Granny Odalia was my father's next-door-neighbor and your Grandpa Alador is a regular at Gaston's tavern," Charles said as cautiously as he could to avoid breaking Amar's sensitive soul.

"You were neighbors with Odalia, I completely forgot!" Gothy muttered.

"And Frollo REALLY enjoyed rubbing it at Odalia that he was Number One in Abusive Parenting, It's So Effective That Your Kid Does What He's Told. She NEVER got over the fact that when the Isle was created, her three kids dumped her."

"And her husband filed a divorce and the way she spends her midlife now is by using her life saving on her hair…" Gothy muttered. "She always ratted when I did her hair that if she ever got out of the Isle, she'd teach her children a serious lesson… They released the barrier on the Isle back in August…" Gothy took a deep breath and stared at Amar. "I wouldn't be surprised if your Granny Odalia sent Striker after Luz."

Amar blinked a bit before he started laughing his head off. Apparently, Gothy's theory was a source of humor to him. "You're stupid, Gothy. Striker only takes demons of high class as customers."

"He's not wrong." Beatrice rubbed her fingers and a green wispy smoke manifestation of Striker's holy rifle appeared in her palm. "Back before the whole, huh, mishap with Auradon," she hesitated to avoid saying 'shit' in front of a kid, "Hell REALLY had an overpopulation problem. I mean, mortal sins are just so bad, they had exterminators from Heaven come down on New Year's Eve just to mow down the numbers."

"Didn't they stop it though?" Charles asked. "The princess of Hell's solution proved to be effective, they dispelled the exterminators as she continued to rehabilitate sinners. Well, I don't know, I heard the Devil was irritated that the Beast tricked her into redeeming nearly all the villains just to dump them on the Isle…
"She's still doing it."

"OK."

"Anyway, it happened during the purges where the angels lost some weapons in Hell…" Beatrice sighed when Amar, hugging his Azura doll, raised his hand. "Yes?"

"My mommy says I shouldn't talk smart, but how does an angel just lose a weapon of mass destruction? It sounds very stupid, coming from some guy that represents good incarnate. I was going to say 'pure', but my family says that people trying to be pure are jerks."

"Well… it's like what you just said. Angels are jerks and they just leave their stuff behind because they think they're better than everyone else. The jerks accidentally lose their weapons the same way a jock loses his lucky socks in the laundry and the lucky socks are found by someone else." Beatrice finished her sandwich. "Naturally, they stopped selling it once they cancelled exterminations but Hell's higher-ups are the ones who rounded up the goods, especially the holy weapons that they reproduced into warfare goods. I heard of Striker through my godfather. One of his allies had been targeted by Striker because his wife put a hit on him. Obviously, Blitz stopped him and the guy ended up divorcing the chick, but still… You get the picture… Striker hates the higher dogs but he won't immediately attack unless a high dog pays and provides him with the right euthanizer."

"But who would in Hell would want to target my mamá? She's one of the nicest people in the universe!"

"Aww," the teenagers cooed. Well, everyone except Audrey. While the others somehow found themselves at ease and finished their meal, Audrey found dark walls and alarms warning her head of danger. She recalled what else Dr. Strange had said.

Overlords with their own powers see the real chaotic potential in Alastor… Should any powerful Overlord have Alastor for themselves in any form of binding could destroy the order. Should they know about your binding with him, they'll see you as an obstacle… Make sure Alastor is safe.

What kind of sick world was this? And why wasn't she hearing Alastor for weeks? Who could want her dead just for associating with Alastor?

"Audrey, come on." Beatrice shook her back to her senses. Audrey nodded and joined them. They threw away their empty trays and started making their way to the tram station. Frolicking next to the teenagers through the snow, Amar played with his Azura doll, moving her around with his hands as if she were flying. Audrey smiled at how much of a cute goofball Amar was when he was playing.

"How come you don't cast a spell to make her fly?" She asked.

"I don't put spells on my toys. It ruins the fun in imagination." Amar held up Azura as if to show her off to the world. "Besides, Azura is awesome!"

And just like that, someone snatched the doll out of Amar's hands. The teenagers froze in their tracks to see the seventeen-years-old Who fellow who had snatched the toy. With his desaturated green hair curled upwards, his faux furred shoulder pads, teal tuxedo with neon yellow star patterns, red sash, plaid grey pants, and sparkly sneakers, he looked like a devil who didn't know he was supposed to go to work rather than a crazy winter party.

"Jesus, kid, you play with girly franchise dolls?" The teen snorted.

"Ugh. Adam May Who." Beatrice groaned as she walked to confront 'Adam'. "This is your new thing? Stealing kids' toys?"

"Nope. Just making sure that this old thing goes back to the girl's toy department. You know, where it belongs."

Audrey felt her cheek burning. After Vincent Salt, this looked like the Whoville variant of Chad Charming. Her friends really looked disgusted.

"Uh, what's with the 2000s phobia?" Ozzy clenched her fists.

"Give Amar his property back!" Charles grabbed Adam by the sash. "What kind of moron steals a kid's toy and tells him he's not supposed to play with it?"

"First of, don't touch me." Adam pushed Charles roughly, causing him to land on a muddle of melted snow. "Second, get some coloring on that old-man hairs of yours, and third, the kid should be playing with toys that boys play with!"

This was becoming too much for Audrey. First, Charles looked like being thrown in the puddle was giving him shaking memories of his childhood full of shoving, but Amar looked worse. Unlike the way he stayed in control around others and Striker, he looked like he was having a panic attack and was ready to cry. Her hair roots turned pink as she dived at Adam May Who, her hands tightening around his neck while he was pinned to the ground.

"Audrey!" Gothy exclaimed.

"GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK!" Audrey yelled angrily at Adam. Static went through her veins and into his throat, giving out vacuumed chokes begging for life. All the nearby radios started shuffling their currents insanely. "GIVE IT BACK!"

"Audrey, stop!" Ozzy and Crystal grabbed her by the back and tried pulling her aside.

"I want my doll!" Amar ran and got hold of his doll's legs while Adam had a hold of the head. Adam, being stubborn as he was, tried to pull the doll away from Amar. Audrey's angered aura was causing the nearby snow to melt.

"Amar, get back!" Beatrice got hold of Amar and pulled him out of the way. Unfortunately, the act gave enough strength for the wool to break and for the Azura doll to break in half. Audrey went back to her senses just in time to gasp at the damage, Adam May Who tried to crawl back as much as he could, and the others and many startled Whos stared at Amar. His eyes were widened as he knelt by the damage. He shook and whimpered at the sight of his crocheted doll, mauled and probably killed in his child perspective.

The moment a tear escaped his eyes, he screamed and sobbed hysterically.

And this time, it wasn't meant for show since his sobbing despair caused the elements in the Seussian Mountains to break apart.