Chapter 45: The Trip Never Ends, Does It?

It felt like hours had passed and Amar just couldn't stop crying. Even after Beatrice's friend showed up on the spot and gave Adam May Who the worst hair day of his life, Amar still caused distant avalanches. Even after choosing the fun chute to go to the friend's house on Mt. Crumpit rather than risk it on the tram, Amar cried earthquakes. He still cried when they reached the Grinch-May Whovier Holiday Palooza Factory, Beatrice's friend handed out earmuffs to the teenagers. Each earmuff came with a button setting to dull out specific noises, and many didn't hesitate to turn the settings on 'Child Crying Cancellation'. Only Audrey didn't take an earmuff. She tried her best to console Amar, holding him in her arms and failing to reassure him that they'll fix his doll.

"It's a miracle that Mt. Crumpit isn't experiencing any avalanches!" Gothy shouted.

"That's because my parents set up noise-cancelling security systems all over the mountain!" Grinchelda May Whovier shouted over the wind. "Can't risk any avalanche to bring down the factory! The green-skinned teenager led them to a green door standing out among the rocks. The rocks had been well carved to resemble bricks and the small area had been designed into an artificial patio complete with a dining space and a telescope. On the other side of the mountain stood out a giant factory. It stood on green and red support beams twisting down towards the earth like thick pythons. Chimneys spat out see-through smoke that seemed nearly invisible in the agitated sky. Large spinning gear shadows could be seen from the windows. The factory's roof was loaded with neon signs.

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That last neon sign even came with a shifting neon sign of what seemed to be Grinchelda's father sticking his tongue out and showing off his middle finger.

"My Dad should be in the factory!" Grinchelda pulled out her keys and unlocked the door. "That will cause less problems!"

"Why would it be a problem?" Charles shouted. Grinchelda led them inside. Besides Beatrice, the group had expected a grisly cave. Instead, the rocky walls had been smoothed down, making it easier to place a coat rack, pictures, tapestries, and crazy contraptions that took care of sorting the mail or ringing a specific bell to announce who just opened the front door. The floor was entirely carpeted, ranging from poinsettia-themes to more exotic, Batik-patterns. Asymmetrical chandeliers made entirely of wires, star-shaped lightbulbs, and red and green LED lights illuminated the five-stories cavern that had been modeled into an insane household. Something worthy of a crazy inventor.

"GRINCHELDA!" A woman's voice called out over the functioning machinery and Amar's crying. "IS THAT YOU?"

"Yes, Mom!" Grinchelda shouted. "Beatrice and her friends are finally here! And we got a Category 20!"

"Category 20?" A woman came running out of a door. Despite her obvious middle age, Grinchelda had gotten most of her looks from her mother. They shared the same hazelnut brown hair (though Grinchelda's hair was dominantly green), holly green eyes over white sclera, and a preference for red-and-green dresses underneath holiday coats. Although Grinchelda had just taken off her coat, her mother's black lab coat with neon red-and-green candy corn patterns made it clear that mother and daughter had a sense for eccentric fashion. "Child crying from broken toy?"

"Crocheted doll. Franchise themed. Homemade. Witch's wool." Grinchelda nodded. "The victim is severely damaged."

"Amar, it's OK…" Audrey kept trying to calm him down. "We'll get your doll fixed."

But Amar kept crying.

"Let the professionals take care of it, sweetie." Mrs. Whovier gently scooped Amar out of Audrey's arms and into her own. She then looked at the doll. "Poor darling. A relative made this for you?"

Through his tears, Amar nodded.

"It must have very important meaning to you. You took such good care of it." Mrs. Whovier used her gloved hand to wipe away his tears. She showed him his headless doll. "See? Most of the wool is still in place. There's no stain, no history of ripping besides the recent accident, AND something tells me that someone did a VERY good job at keeping it clean and unharmed." She playfully poked Amar's nose, causing him to laugh a bit. "Tell you what. We'll go in the living room, and while your friends go talk with Grinchelda's daddy, you and your Auradonian bestie can enjoying some beverages from our Ultimate Beverage Confectioner 3000 while I use the Universal Textile Fixer 3000 to fix your doll?"

"Sounds good." Amar sniffed and got himself down. "Do you have witch's wool?"

"Unfortunately, no." Mrs. Whovier shook her head. "We didn't have the legal rights on witch's wool imports. The closest we got is Truffula Tree Wool. Doesn't expel spells but textile-wise, it's just as strong."

"The trees weren't cut down, right?" Amar frowned. "My Tia Willow told my mamá that I shouldn't wear clothes or use items made out of plant-based materials from unproperly harvested or abused crops."

Mrs. Whovier and Grinchelda looked at one another in confusion. "It's Truffula Tree Wool…" Grinchelda said blankly. "It's Lorax-approved, so it's obviously harmless."

"Just checking. I mean, my Tia Willow nearly dismembered my Tio Hunter for plant mistreatment, and that was just because my Tio cut off some black roses for his and Tio Edric's dining table for date night. Tio Edric said that Tio Hunter couldn't walk for a week."

Now everyone in the cavern hallway who was above his age just stared at him blankly. Apparently, he had gotten over his apocalyptic tantrum.

"OK… Let's just go to the living room with Mrs. Whovier." Audrey took Amar's hand and handed the broken doll to Mrs. Whovier, who led the two of them inside the living room while Grinchelda, in the meantime, led the rest of the group into the factory.

The living room's rocky walls had been polished and curved into wavy doorways, a bay window, and a fireplace. The carpeted floor wielded an intricate poinsettia pattern while the window curtains were patched-up, mismatched fabrics. A semi-circular, red cushioned couch and a mahogany coffee table faced the lit-up chimney. Potted trees decorated with seasonal ornaments were placed at each corner. The wall where the chimney rested was loaded with framed pictures, the one with the window had a glass display of a lifetime's collection of snow angels, the wall with the door that they just came in from had the Ultimate Beverage Confectioner 3000 (which looked like a vending machine-sized coffee machine) and a conspiracy board, and the wall with a door labeled LIVING ROOM KITCHEN was blank. Just like with the rest of the cavern, a chandelier made of strings and lightbulbs hung from the ceiling, illuminating the living room in blue, pink, and purple hues.

"Su sala de estar está bien decorada, Señora Whovier."

"Gracias." Mrs. Whovier ruffled Amar's hair. "Why don't you and your bestie get something from the Ultimate Beverage 3000? It's voice activated, so you can ask for anything."

Amar grinned and ran towards the blue-colored machine. "I'd like Dominican coffee. Use ground beans and brew it in boiling glacier water, otherwise the bacteria won't go away. Use specifically 4 ounces of almond milk, the nuts MUST be Levantine almonds. Before you put in the coffee, put the seasonings in the cup first otherwise the seasonings won't harmonize with the coffee. Mix 2000-years-old Mayan dark chocolate, it helps decrease blood pressure but not too much since I'm still eight, a single drop of lime, my mommy says I should not get cancer, half-a-drop of agave syrup, AND only one speck of cinnamon. And when you put the light, non-dairy whipped cream on top, make sure it looks like an otter-face, I get cranky when my coffee doesn't have an otter-face on it."

For a moment, Audrey was almost tempted to say that Amar's coffee request was impossible until the machine popped out a purple-colored coffee mug, stirred in the different seasonings, poured well-brewed coffee, and cautiously applied the whipped cream. It dinged and Amar took the coffee mug. Audrey curiously looked over his shoulder, and sure enough, there was an otter face made from cream on the dark brown liquid.

Amar blew and took a sip. He licked his lips. "This is the second-best coffee I ever drank."

"Only second?" Mrs. Whovier feigned a pout from the couch.

"My mamá makes the best. Obviously second-best comes after family."

"Good call." Mrs. Whovier pulled out the Universal Textile Fixer 3000 and placed it on the coffee table. Audrey was initially confused, mistaking the machine for a metallic spider paperweight that she would have likely found in a shop back in Macabretown, until Mrs. Whovier attached some wool pins onto the machine's 'abdomen' and the mechanical arms moved on their own, cautiously crocheting the doll's head back to its body with the Truffula Wool. Audrey was amazed by how well-detailed the process was and how the weaved-in textiles perfectly blended with the doll's color scheme. It was like watching an actual spider spinning a rainbow web to catch more flies.

"This is a brilliant invention, Mrs. Whovier," Audrey complimented. "It's like the tear never happened."

"Thank you for the review." Mrs. Whovier adjusted the doll's placement so that the machine could cover more neck. "Did you build the machine yourself?"

"Not quite. My husband is more of the mechanic. I lean more into the aesthetic-design. I designed the appearance of the machine, making it both fun and relatable in context while my husband did the inventing that makes the magic work. That's what we do in our factory. Combining functionality and aesthetics is always very challenging in the world of designing and inventing, but when we found the way to combine both, my husband and I built quite the empire."

"So, you don't just do holidays?"

"Of course not. It's just that holidays bring in the most sales, that's why we promote our daily and seasonal products whenever a holiday pops in."

"I thought holidays were just an overrated conspiracy created by conservative, materialistic capitalists." Amar sat down and continued drinking his coffee. Audrey and Mrs. Whovier gave him yet another confused look. "What?"

"You're… rather informed for someone of your age." Mrs. Whovier then looked at Audrey. "Is he always like this?"

"I just met him this morning." Audrey shrugged. She briefly turned her head to look around the room, admiring its décor again. Her eyes then drifted to the pictures surrounding the chimney. Many of them were of holidays, parties with friends, town outings, family portraits, and Audrey was surprised to see many pictures of Grinchelda cuddling with a person she hadn't seen since Villainapolis.

"Your daughter knows Jessie?" Audrey was surprised.

"Yes, they're dating."

It took a while for Audrey to process. It finally sunk in and she couldn't resist giggling. "Is Grinchelda… Jessie's green puddin?"

Amar giggled in his coffee.

"It's just as bad," Mrs. Whovier chuckled as she was getting close to finishing the patching. "Grinchelda calls her 'my beloved psycho licorice eggnog'."

Audrey laughed a bit more.

"My mamá calls my mommy either mi amor or her cotton-candy haired goddess, but that last one is primarily on anniversaries," Amar joined in. "My Tia Willow says that Tio Gus is her illusionary doofus."

Audrey chuckled, tapping her feet on the ground.

"My Tio Edric is far more hilarious with Tio Hunter, he calls him Pouty McPassion."

The laughter was outright killing Audrey as Amar continued. "My Tia Viney calls my Tia Emira her Drama Bee, my Tia Grey calls my Tia Vee her beloved basilisk, and my Abuela Eda calls my Abuel Rayne 'Rainstorm'."

After laughing so hard, Audrey finally calmed down.

"You have quite the family," Mrs. Whovier smiled. "It's good."
"Gracias. I do have two abuelas and an abuelo in Auradon." Amar finished his coffee and put the empty mug on the coffee table. "They're my parents' biological parents. I really want to meet them someday."

Audrey grimaced at the return of the same topic that had been brought up at the café. How much he wanted to meet his biological parents despite how Charles and Gothy described two of them as assholes.

"I'd discommend it, sweetie," Mrs. Whovier said patiently. "It's wonderful that you want to meet your distant family, but trust me, you don't want to go to Auradon. It's a nightmare." She looked at Audrey as she turned off the machine. "Don't take it harshly, but my husband and I did not do well when Auradon was formed. He doesn't take kindly to Auradonian refugees, thus why I had you stay here than go in the factory."

"I don't blame you." Audrey nodded.

"It can't be that bad…" Amar started.

"It's bad." Mrs. Whovier looked at him. "If you're whole family and you were there, they would have split you apart just because of the relationships. You wouldn't be allowed to do magic. They would have forced you to behave like their 'traditional' boy. You wouldn't be with your mothers. At worst, they'd put you in an orphanage or with some straight human couple because they'd think you'd be safer with them than your same-sex, interracial witch parents."

Audrey felt like the scene with Adam May Who was repeating itself even though she knew Mrs. Whovier was well-meaning and that she wasn't fully wrong. She had already heard enough stories about how corrupted Auradon really was.

"It's like I plan on living there. I just want to meet the family I don't know," Amar said. "Besides, everything you said happens everywhere." Audrey looked at him. Seeing how calm he was surprised him. "I mean, they happen and it's horrible, but it happens everywhere. It's not like it was just going to stay in one place in the universe. I deal with it on a daily basis."

"Sweetie, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Mrs. Whovier gave him his now patched-up doll.

"You didn't." Amar hugged his doll. "I'm not stupid. I know that things still don't change even if the universe has." He kept hugging it as he moved away to stare at the window. "You think I'm not aware of the comments I get? How other kids think I'm weird because I think differently? How one stranger out of ten will say something about my family or that I'm half-Dominican or that I have two eye colors? Or some jerk who thinks I have weird friends and I'm not boyish enough?"

"But… if you're used to it, why did…" Audrey cut herself. She didn't know how to ask it.

"What? Why I easily get rid of a meanie like Striker but I cry an apocalypse because that town moron broke my doll?" Amar still remained calm as he looked at Audrey but the living room's flickering lights indicated that his anger was yet again affecting his environment. "Why I'm really attached to the doll my Abuela Eda made for me before she had to go to the hospital? I was like cinco, Audrey! Five! I wasn't even in kindergarten when my mamá told me that my abuela had to be hospitalized because even after twenty or thirty years, her curse removal made her sicker! So yeah, maybe I've been protecting my doll because I promised her I'd still have it when she came back and I don't know when she'll come back! I'm scared of growing up without her, so yeah, maybe I'm scared of growing up never meeting my other abuelas and abuelo, and maybe I'm angry at you because you don't care if they perish to some monster and maybe angrier because you left your family! And worst of all, YOU DIDN'T EVEN SAY GOODBYE TO THEM!"

The lightbulbs on the chandelier crackled. Mrs. Whovier instinctively pulled out an umbrella to shield herself and Audrey from the falling debris. Amar took a deep breath and made his way towards the door.

"Amar, I didn't mean…" Audrey tried to reach out for him.

"Estoy bien." Amar took a deep breath. "I'm going to go outside and make some abomination snowmen. Azura thinks they're good listeners."

Audrey groaned as she watched Amar close the door quietly behind him. She didn't know what to do.

"In fairness, you both have valid points," Mrs. Whovier got up from her seat.

"I barely know him and I really don't like seeing him upset." Audrey crossed her arms. "I don't have any feelings left for Auradon… and Amar was right. I didn't even say good-bye to my family because I didn't want to. I didn't even realize that his adoptive grandmother was sick and the doll was her gift to him before she had to be hospitalized. I got into that fight in town because I didn't like the way Amar got bullied… I'm just as responsible."

Mrs. Whovier gently put her hand on Audrey's back and gently guided her to the display of a lifetime's collection of snow angels. "Look at the very first angel on the upper left corner. What does it look like?"

Audrey squinted at said snow angel. "Uh… It looks handmade… Broken jewelry and silverware… A big smiley face and a lot of tape… Was it the first snow angel you ever made?"

"No, it was my husband's." Mrs. Whovier smiled fondly. "He made it for me during a Christmas gift exchange when we were Amar's age. I held on to it ever since. He was shocked that I still had it before we dated."

Audrey smiled a bit. "That's so sweet. But, why is it taped? Did you break it by accident?"

Mrs. Whovier shook her head. "I was the only one who was nice to him in school. The other kids were mean to him, the only eight-year-old, green-furred humanoid. He was a bit of a sadist even as a kid, but he still had some internal sweetness that I really enjoyed and hinted at. He got excited to give me the snow angel he made… but his insecurities led to a shaving accident. It got so bad at the gift exchange that he destroyed the gift, shouted of how much he hated the holiday, and ran away."

Audrey gasped in realization. "You fixed it, didn't you?" Mrs. Whovier nodded. "You kept it because he meant to you… and you felt guilty. You didn't stand up for him, didn't you?"

"No," the woman sighed. "Even after a crazy adventure of his in understanding the true meaning of Christmas, awesome dating, and a wonderful marriage complete with a beautiful girl, I still can't shake off the guilt of not standing up for him that day. If I had, I wouldn't have missed out on nearly 50 years of our lives."

"That's a long time."

"Not really. For a who, 50 years is basically 25 human years."

"Gotcha." Audrey looked back at the collection. The more she looked at the next snow angels, the more she noticed how each of them had some unique significance. For instance, one held a beautifully pearl-frosted white cake, one was holding a baby, and another was holding birthday balloons. "Holy shit, YOU made the next snow angels! For your wedding, when you gave birth, and when you celebrated birthdays!"

"There were also snow angels for the first invention they built together and when she came out to us." Mrs. Whovier held Audrey in her arm again. "It takes time, sweetie, but in the end, people understand how much love is being given to them or how much they are giving. Sometimes it's harder to give, take, or accept, sometimes the guilt of mistakes stick with us forever, but the ongoing experience is worth it. Amar is aware of the amount of love and hate he gets despite his age and I can tell his family did an amazing job raising him, but at one point he'll have to understand that he can't have the entirety of his family be a part of it. You left Auradon, you look like you're obviously discovering yourself and making real friends, you cleaned away your past at the Spa of Scents…"

"How did you know that?" Audrey was startled.

"Sweetie, it's not the first time we've had Auradonian refugees come to Mt. Crumpit because they got some riddled address that told them that my husband was the final source," Mrs. Whovier said with a deadpan expression. "He can outright smell Auradonians from the factory before they even ring the doorbell and he starts chasing them down Mt. Crumpit with a chainsaw. If he hasn't smelled them, we know they made a stop at Macabretown. Believe me, I've been to the spa for vacation manipedis. I've seen refugees who took the same waxing as you did. My point is, while you're doing things to rediscover yourself and establishing more meaningful relationships, you might be unaware that subconsciously, you might still have some guilt about leaving your family like that."

"Well…"

"And Amar isn't fully wrong either," Mrs. Whovier shrugged and guided Audrey away from the collection. "You had parents and grandparents, right? Don't you think that if you were in their shoes, you'd be devastated that your child ran away from home, not saying good-bye or promising to stay in touch? Not knowing if you're OK or surviving on your own? And what about friends?"

"I… didn't really have friends," Audrey shook her head. "Just people who stuck around until my popularity died. And… who thought I killed someone when I really hadn't?"

"Did they tell you were a murderer? If they honestly thought so, don't you think you'd be on the Isle of the Lost?"

"Actually…" Audrey cut herself. What was she supposed to say? That they tore down the barrier around the Isle of the Lost but they couldn't bother to tear down the Auradon Wall? That Hades pointed out that Audrey was easily forgiven due to being Auradonian and thus experience 'an error in judgement'? That she purposely alienated her close ones when the public alienated her? How was she supposed to say anything to a woman who was lucky enough to live in the hometown she knew before the Great Destruction and who made it clear to an eight-year-old that Auradon had societal flaws?

She could feel the Queen of Mean getting agitated. I left for a reason. I had my rights. I…

"I'm sorry." Mrs. Whovier's apology got her attention, snapping her out of her angst. "You shouldn't have to think of that."

"I guess."

Mrs. Whovier led her towards the door leading to the annexed kitchen. "You know, something tells me that Amar could use some cheering up. Let's try almond cookies."

Meanwhile

Grinchelda had them stop in front of the green door leading to the factory's head office. She tied her hair in a ponytail and took a deep breath.

"You OK?" Ozzy asked.

"I'm about to bring in people looking for somebody into his office because he's the last person the source said to contact," she said. "He's not a big fan of it."

"Why not?" Gothy asked.

Grinchelda looked at her. "Because every time someone has to be found through 'the man with a third heart', that person is actually harder to find." She knocked on the door three times.

"Is that you, my green gingerbread?" A male voice spoke through the door affectionately.

"Yes, Daddy." Grinchelda cleared her throat. "Gothy Gothel and her friends are here to see you."

Silence came before the voice answered back quietly. "Let them in. Then please go check on the conveyer belts."

"Yes, Daddy." Grinchelda gave Gothy a hopeful nod before opening the door. She rushed the group in before closing the door behind them.

Contrary to the rest of his family's cavern residency, the Grinch's office kept the cavern appeal. Boards were spread everywhere, each covered with blueprints or employee performance charts. Cabinets were stacked up into pillars supporting the stalactite ceiling. The office had one wide window both showing the mountains and giving the only source of lightning for the green desk where the man sat. Despite his green fur, he wore a dark green tuxedo. His green eyes glared at the teenagers.

"Cassandra's half-siblings," he said.

Gothy quickly glanced at a surprised Charles. "How did you know?" She asked the Grinch.

"Just because I work in a cave doesn't mean I'm stupid." He leaned on his green chair. "You two have the same stench as your older sister, all three of you stuck with that sunny, over sugared scent from your mother. Side effect of her addiction to magical flowers. I'm not going to tell you to sit because I generally don't like having meetings in my office unless people are desperate."

"Mighty generous." Gothy nodded, doing her best to not ball up her fists. "I apologize for the inconvenience. I understand you're very busy due to the holiday marketing, but I really want to find Cassandra. Can you tell me where she is?"

"On the moon."

Crystal grimaced. "Nice metaphor, Mr. Grinch, but we would like an actual address."

"I get that, Princess Crystal, but I'm being serious." The Grinch clasped his hands together. "Cassandra Gothel is on the moon."

Gothy felt her spine freezing. "What? That's not… Why are you saying this? Why is my sister on the moon?"

"I didn't really care to pry into her business, but…" The Grinch got up from his chair and walked around. "The Great Destruction that created the United States of Auradon, the Isle of the Lost, and the United States of Anarchy caused a massive Pangea of multiple worlds and the annihilation of some alternate realities. You probably heard that your sister got some toxic demon influence when she was younger that caused her to become Rapunzel's lunar opposite. She got out of it, but apparently the Great Destruction impacting lunar forces and whatnot lead to Cassandra… how do I say it, get a relapse."

"The Moonstone…" Charles gasped. "It's destructive to the host's health… That's why she left Auradon. With the collision of moons from multiple universes, Cassandra's past connection with the power must have created an instability! Like trying to quit drugs but getting an unexpected overdose!"

"But why is she on the moon then?" Gothy asked.

"Well, she had to get stabilized somewhere without destroying anyone by accident!" The Grinch tossed away a discarded piece of paper into the trash. "And thanks to the morons on the other side, the moon is one of the only supernatural realms left in existence. We can't even provide rocket scientists anymore, which is why I'M on the blast off duty while the riddled addresses are just our ways of getting Auradon's royalty off our backs. What, you guys didn't honestly think she lived in some condo in Whoville, did you?"

"So, how do we go to the moon?" Ozzy pointed at the ceiling.

"Gee, why don't you ask her?" The Grinch pointed at Beatrice. The others noticed how she tried to keep herself scarce. "Beatrice, you're fun and all and you're great buds with Grinchelda, but you could have spared people half the trouble."

"I wasn't allowed…" Beatrice began.

"Beatrice, what are you hiding from us again?" Gothy scowled.

"I'm honest! I can't tell!" Beatrice backed up against a cabinet pillar. "I'd get in serious trouble!"

"What, your parents grounding you?"

"No! Ghost-hybrid rights suspended by King Lucifer!" The others (except the Grinch) stared at Beatrice in shock. "I have rules to follow! I can't say anything!"

Before the teenagers could ask anything, the Grinch sighed and took over the reins. "Gothy Gothel, if you and your friends want to find Cassandra on the moon, there is only one way. If you take that way as early as tomorrow, you can finally meet your sister on the moon on the winter solstice. Two phases, one of survival and one of spirituality. In the second phase, as you are being teleported towards the moon, the spirits of forgotten stars will test you on your inner spirit. If you all succeed, you will safely arrive on the Moon, and if you fail, expect a harsh landing on Earth."

"And the first?" Gothy asked.

The Grinch clapped his hands. His office suddenly got dark and red lights came out of nowhere, illuminating an ominous puppet show of a dark city and shadowy, humanoid creatures pursuing puppet versions of the group.

"60 days up here, 5 years down there, you must stay alive in the abyss that never rests in piece. You must stay alive and resist the temptations. Avoid any deals of a lifetime. Do not die or succumb to anything before the time comes to an end or you will stay trapped down there forever."

"What?" the teens asked in confusion.

The show disappeared and the lights came back on. The Grinch slapped himself on the face while he held his shadow puppets on the other.

"I'm saying that for the first phase, you must go to Hell for 60 days, which is 5 years down there!" He snapped. "You got to go to Hell and survive from the demons that can ruin your souls for eternity!"