Boscha has seen a lot of weird things in her lifetime, especially in the walls of Hexside.
But this was, by far, the weirdest thing to ever happen to her, surrounded by the thousands, if not, millions of Clones of her friend, Amity Blight socializing with each other or arguing with each other. It was the weirdest thing she'd ever experienced. In fact, it was the most bizarre thing that Boscha had ever witnessed. There were no words for how surreal it all seemed to be. And there were so many of them, at the same time. The people were talking and bickering, laughing, fighting, screaming…
"Boscha?" Two Amitys ask, Curious gold eyes looking into hers from either side as they stand next to her. "What's going on here?"
Boscha stares down, not seeing anything that should be strange. But then again, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to be seeing. Both were perfectly identical to the original Amity Blight.
"What do you think?" Boscha said, dumbfounded. "There's like... millions of you!" She paused a moment, before continuing, "Do you know who's who anymore?"
"I'm the Real Amity." The Two Amity Blight clones spoke up simultaneously, before glaring at each other for that remark for obvious reasons.
Seven more Amity Blight clones angrily spoke as they simultaneously said, "No, I'm the real Amity!" The seven of them glared at each other for that one. "We're the originals!" They spoke in unison, all nine of their faces now equally scrunched together, angry expressions. All of them looked exactly alike.
Before Boscha knew it, there were more Amity clones, each telling that they're the real Amity and not a clone. More than a thousand of them. It was like an assembly line had suddenly exploded into action. There were more clones of Amity Blight, every time one of them yelled, "Yes, me!" It got even crazier after that. Each time one yelled, the others shouted back, "NO, ME!"
They turned to Boscha again, saying together, "Boscha, you believe me, right? I've never been a clone!" Boscha couldn't tell who's who. She felt like she should step away, but the crowd made it hard. A few hundred clones crowded around them, each of them asking her questions in turn. All of them trying to convince Boscha that they are truly the Amity Blight.
After about half a minute, Boscha could feel herself beginning to sweat from all the stress, anxiety and sheer insanity the crowd was putting her through. She didn't want to admit it, but she was starting to get overwhelmed by the crowd.
As Boscha stepped forward, the crowd backed away slightly, giving her room. They still followed her, asking questions, until she reached the room she had been heading towards. Once inside, she locked the door, freaked out.
"How many Amitys are there?!" Boscha demanded, pacing in her room.
"I don't know, Boscha," a familiar voice says from next to her, it was an Amity with red eyes. Boscha jumped up in fear. "Relax, I'm not like those Amity, there are some of us that are well aware of being clones."
"So," Boscha said, not eased yet. "How did this happen in the first place?"
"Well," the clone says, "The Real Amity fell into a puddle of duplication goo and that led to infinite amounts of Amity clones being created."
"Ohh…." Boscha says, feeling a bit better.
"Look, we need you to get the Real Amity and her friend group and bring them to OUR leading Amity." The clone responded. "And we need you to make sure we have the right Amity to do so, too."
Boscha took a minute to think. What could she say? "Sure." Boscha answered. "I'll try to make sure she's okay…"
Her voice trailed off into silence when she heard a loud crash behind her.
"Hey! Watch it!" An Amity with red eyes angrily said as an Amelia Blight glared at her.
"Then get out of my way!" An Amelia Blight said with a snarl.
Boscha was confused by what was going on. Her head was spinning, trying to keep track of everything. Was she really just hallucinating, or was all of the clones actually in her room with her?
"You should mind your own business!" Another Amity yelled, punching Amelia Blight in the face. That only ended up pissing her off more, this prompted two Amelia Blights to pull her ponytail and throw her to the ground. "Hey!"
"We'll mind our own business as soon as you leave." Two Amelias said, annoyed.
The face down Amity then spoke, "Who do you think you are? And why do you look more like Mom?"
"Because we were made from her DNA." The Two Amelias said, smirking snobbishly.
"Wait, there's clones of us with Mom's DNA?" Another Amity said, shocked and repulsed.
"That means it is possible that there might be more of us." The first Amellia said, shrugging her shoulders casually. "It's not impossible. It's more likely than not."
"Well, this could be intriguing." The Amitys with red eyes grinned sinisterly. "Let's get to work, shall we?"
Within the laboratory, a group of Alyson Blights had gathered to finalize an invention they had been tirelessly working on: an Abomination with a powerful magical device capable of extraordinary feats of every kind of magic. The atmosphere was charged with concentration as they meticulously calibrated the intricate components.
However, their diligent efforts were continuously interrupted by a bunch of Amelia Blights, whose insatiable curiosity led them to meddle with the Alyson Blights' work. The Amelia Blights, bearing striking resemblances to one another, gleefully bounded around the lab, knocking over tools and tinkering with delicate mechanisms.
"Amelias! Please, for the love of magic, leave us be!" exclaimed Alyson, their patience wearing thin. "We're on the brink of a breakthrough, and your antics are becoming unbearable."
The Amelia Blights, undeterred, giggled mischievously and playfully swirled around the lab, causing even more chaos. One of them couldn't resist poking at an enchanted crystal.
Alyson sighed, exasperated. "That crystal is an essential part of our Abomination. If it shatters, all our efforts will go to waste."
As if on cue, the crystal slipped from the Amelia Blight's hand and fell toward the ground. In a flash of desperation, Alyson leaped forward, their quick reflexes catching the crystal inches from the floor. The lab fell into a deafening silence as all eyes turned to the near-disaster. Some of the Amelias shrugged casually as most of the Alysons glared at them.
After a brief hesitation, Alyson put on a confident expression, and held the crystal in between index finger and thumb.
"We must proceed with care!" Alyson yelled out with a smile, holding up the Crystal of Creation triumphantly. "Now, if you'll excuse us-"
"Don't bother," the Amelia Blights chimed in, interrupting Alyson, "it won't help anyway."
The Alysons frowned with annoyance.
"What do you mean not help?! It was the only thing that could possibly save us from a complete failure in our mission!" The Alyson yelled in frustration.
While holding two Child Amitys in their arms, Amity and Luz watched this in concern as the Amelia Blights continued talking among themselves, ignoring Alyson.
"This reminds me so much of your parents, it's not even funny." Luz said, uneasily.
"It's very creepy." Amity gulped.
The Amelia Blights began speaking once more, "If you insist, then." They said, Annoyed. "Just let us know when we fix your problem." With that, they turned around, leaving without looking back at anyone, while laughing.
"Those jerks…" Alyson sighed angrily as another pats her back in concern.
"They're nothing but trouble." Amity said, glaring at the Amelia Blights.
"They're mean." The Child Amities next to her and Luz said, cringing.
"Yeah, sorry if we definitely remind you guys of Amity's mom and dad." Alyson agreed.
"No kidding." Said Luz. "If you need anything, we can help you." Luz reassured, patting Alyson gently on the shoulder.
She smiled gratefully, before turning her attention back to their project.