In Amity's bedroom, Twisted Amity's gaze roamed the familiar surroundings, her twisted mind taking in the details. She recognized the room as her own, yet everything felt different, like a disorienting dream.
"My old room." Twisted Amity said, sternly.
Curiosity piqued, Twisted Amity's eyes landed on a framed picture hanging on the wall—a picture of a group of Amitys, all smiling and laughing, gathered with Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, Hunter, Hooty, and King. Her confusion was evident as she examined the image.
"What... is this?" Twisted Amity mused, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of unease. "Who are all these Amitys?"
Odalia, her nervousness palpable, cleared her throat before speaking. "Well, you see, dear, there was a time when this timeline's Amity fell into a puddle of Cloning Goo. It led to... well, millions of Amity clones filling the town, there were even variants that behaved like Mittens' Friends. It was chaos, really."
Twisted Amity's eyes widened, the implications of what she was hearing slowly sinking in. "Millions of Amitys? Chaos? What happened to them?"
Odalia sighed, her voice tinged with resignation as she continued. "Edalyn took them to a different realm to avoid further chaos. They're not here anymore."
Curiosity burned in Twisted Amity's eyes as she leaned in, her voice low and sinister. "And are there any remaining Amitys in the Demon Realm?"
Odalia hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering nervously. "Well, there are some in a town just outside Bonesborough called Latissa. They're the Amity clones that tried to help The Leading Amity Clone take over the Demon Realm."
A sinister smile curled on Twisted Amity's lips, her mind working in mysterious ways. The revelation of the remaining Amity clones seemed to ignite a dark spark within her, hinting at the sinister plans that she might have in store.
"It's perfect," Twisted Amity mused, her voice laced with anticipation. "We can use the clones to my advantage, but we need to be careful. We can't reveal our intentions too soon."
Odalia's expression shifted between uncertainty and trepidation, her mind racing to process the implications of Twisted Amity's words. "Are you sure about this...Mittens...? Using those clones could be dangerous."
Twisted Amity's gaze turned sharp, her eyes locking onto Odalia's with a threatening intensity. "Are you questioning your own daughter, Odalia?"
A shiver of fear raced down Odalia's spine, her resolve crumbling under the weight of Twisted Amity's gaze. She swallowed hard, her voice wavering. "No, n-no! Not at all! I'll do it."
Twisted Amity grinned, "Attagirl!"
The chilling atmosphere in the room seemed to tighten its grip as the Blight family dynamics were twisted by the presence of this dark alternate version of Amity.
In the dimly lit confines of the Owl House, The Collector sat in Eda's room, his attention riveted to a magical star that displayed a rather peculiar scene. On the star's surface, the Angry Video Game Nerd was passionately ranting about a video game, his colorful language and frustrated gestures echoing through the room.
As Eda and Camila entered the room, their curiosity was piqued by The Collector's unusual choice of entertainment. Camila raised an eyebrow, her expression bemused. "The Collector's watching... the Angry Video Game Nerd? Should he really need to watch that? Even Mija has a problem with the Nerd Cursing."
Eda's lips quirked into a playful smile as she leaned against the doorframe. "Oh, don't worry, Camila. It's actually helped him calm down a bit."
Camila's eyes widened in surprise, her skepticism evident. "Really? That seems... counterintuitive."
Eda chuckled, her gaze fixed on The Collector's enraptured form. "Well, he's been feeling guilty about helping Belos and all that mess. But after we, along with Luz and King, got through to him, he's been trying to adjust to a more... uh, relatable lifestyle."
Camila's lips curved into a awkward smile as she watched The Collector's reactions. "I suppose there's no better way to vent frustrations than through a colorful rant about video games."
Eda nodded, a hint of fondness in her eyes. "Exactly. Sometimes a good old rage session is just what the doctor ordered."
As the plan began to take shape, Amity addressed the group gathered at the Owl House. "Alright, here's the plan: Luz's group will check out Bonesborough, and my group will check out Hexside. We need to find any clues or information that could lead us to whoever's behind this."
"Alright, I'll go with Blight." Boscha said, happily. Amity just rolls her eyes in disgust.
The Collector's attention perked up at the mention of information as he went downstairs, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Huh? Reminds me of Bugs Bunny's Crazy Castle. Good Game."
Alador, Amity's father, couldn't help but interject, his tone more serious. "Kid, this is not like a video game. Whoever caused this trouble could be the Boiling Isles' worst nightmare compared to Belos."
Hooty, in his typical fashion, stretched out from his Port-A-Hooty home and chimed in with his own perspective. "You wanna hear MY 2 Worst Nightmares?"
Exasperation crossed Alador's features and without warning, Alador's frustration got the best of him, and he began to beat up Hooty.
"Hooty-Hoot!" Hooty cried out.
The chaos that ensued prompted both Amity, Lilith and Luz to try to intervene, their voices raised in an attempt to calm the situation.
"Hootsifer!" Lilith said, shocked.
"Dad!" Amity shrieked. "What are you doing?!"
"Stop, Stop!" Luz shouted, horrified. "Mr. Blight! Mr. Blight! Wait!"
"Dad! Stop!" Amity pleaded.
The Collector, undeterred by the commotion, chimed in with his signature sense of humor. "Well, Hooty, I guess your worst nightmare is Alador and Amity now."
"Yeah," Eda said, sounding amused. "I guess it's true what they say: Like Father, Like Daughter..."
The room seemed to echo with the chaos and levity that had become a hallmark of the Owl House, each individual's unique quirks and dynamics creating a tapestry of both tension and camaraderie.
In a dimly lit warehouse in Latissa, the atmosphere was thick with tension as the Leading Amity Clone furiously paced back and forth. Seven Servant Amity Clones exchanged concerned glances, their expressions reflecting their worry for their leader's state of mind. Nearby, fourteen Amity Clones looked annoyed, their impatience evident as they observed the scene unfolding before them.
As if mirroring the chaos of her thoughts, the Leading Amity Clone's voice was laced with frustration as she ranted, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. "It's their fault. Amity Blight and Luz Noceda. They ruined everything."
Meanwhile, twenty-one Amelia Blights, with the familiar traits of Odalia's DNA mixed in, watched the spectacle with a sense of bored annoyance. They shifted uneasily, glancing at each other as if silently debating whether to intervene.
One of the Amelia Blights hesitated for a moment, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation. "You know, maybe it's time to let it go. Blaming others won't change what happened."
The Leading Amity Clone's gaze snapped toward the Amelia Blights, her eyes narrowed with a mix of frustration and resentment. "Let it go? No, they're the reason my plan failed. I won't rest until I get back at both of them."
The warehouse seemed to pulse with the collective emotions of the clones—their frustration, anger, and even a tinge of fear. As the Leading Amity Clone grappled with her desires for revenge, the tension between her and the others created a volatile atmosphere, hinting at the complexities and conflicts that the Blight clones faced in their own struggle for identity and purpose.
As the night settled over the warehouse, the Amelia Blights decided it was time to rest, their bored expressions slowly giving way to drowsiness. A few Amity Clones, however, whispered among themselves, their voices hushed as they exchanged information.
"Hey, I heard there's some Duplication Goo in a chemical factory," one of the Amity Clones mentioned, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.
Another Amity Clone nodded, adding, "Yeah, one of the coven guards brought some in after we filled up Bonesborough with Amity Clones. They wanted to create more guards."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the group, the memory of the Day of Unity and The Collector's temporary takeover of the Boiling Isles still fresh in their minds. It had been a time of chaos and uncertainty, and the mention of the Duplication Goo brought back memories of their failed ambitions.
The Leading Amity Clone, who had been sulking, perked up at the mention of the goo. Her resentment for Luz still simmered beneath the surface, but the prospect of acquiring more Duplication Goo seemed to rekindle her spirits.
She retched at the mere thought of Luz but couldn't hide her delight at the possibility of obtaining the goo. "Duplication Goo, you say? Well, that changes things."
The warehouse became a hive of whispered conversations and tentative plans, as the clones contemplated the potential for a new opportunity. The Duplication Goo held the promise of power and a chance to redeem their past failures, and the Leading Amity Clone was determined to seize that chance, no matter the cost.
The moment was ruined once the Leading Amity Clone heard a noise outside the warehouse. Suspicion in her eyes, she cautiously approached the door and pulled it open, her heart pounding in her chest. To her surprise, she was met with the sight of Twisted Amity, the twisted version of herself from a different timeline.
"Hello, dear sisters..." Twisted Amity smiled, slyly.
Confusion clouded the Leading Amity Clone's expression as she tried to process the unexpected presence of Twisted Amity. Around her, the group of Amity clones grew tense, their expressions a mix of fear and uncertainty.
An Amity clone, gulping, voiced her concern, "What is this?!"
An Amelia Blight, her voice shaky, voiced the confusion that hung in the air. "Did something go wrong with the cloning process?"
Twisted Amity's twisted grin was both unsettling and oddly familiar as she replied, "No, no, nothing went wrong. I'm the real Amity, just from a different timeline."
Another Amelia Blight's voice trembled as she ventured, "What happened to you? Why do you look like that?"
Twisted Amity's gaze flickered with a mixture of memories and shadows as she answered, her tone vague and mysterious. "It happened the night of the Abomintron's presentation. Luz helped my mother, Odalia. And... well, let's say that night changed everything."
"Wha...?" The Amitys said, confused, getting worried.
Confusion deepened among the Amity clones, their collective gaze fixed on Twisted Amity as she stepped inside the warehouse.
The Leading Amity Clone's gaze narrowed as she confronted Twisted Amity, her skepticism evident in her tone. "And just what do you think you're doing here?"
Twisted Amity's twisted smirk remained in place as she leaned against a nearby surface, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and malice. "Oh, I'm here to help you, my dear clone. Help you take control of the Boiling Isles, that is."
The Leading Amity Clone scoffed at the notion, her confidence unwavering. "We don't need your help. My group is more than capable of achieving our goals."
"Are we?" An Amity servant said, confused.
"Shut up." The Leading Amity Clone whispered, angrily.
Twisted Amity's smirk only deepened, her tone dripping with a dark amusement. "Oh, but you see, I have something you don't. I have Odalia's resources, her influence. And I know a way to get Luz and her little friends out of the way."
The Leading Amity Clone's skepticism remained, her arms crossed defiantly as she smirked. "And what makes you think you can do what I couldn't? You couldn't even stand up to Odalia."
Twisted Amity's chuckle was eerie and confident, as if she held a secret that gave her an edge. "Oh, my dear Leading Clone, I've learned a few things since then. I've learned how to deal with obstacles. How to get rid of them."
The Leading Amity Clone's gaze grew colder as she pressed further. "And how do you plan on accomplishing that?"
Twisted Amity's twisted grin remained in place as she conjured a small plush doll of Luz, holding it up for all to see. "Oh, it's quite simple. You educate them in the manners of loss, pain, failure, and grief. You make them suffer, make them wish they were dead... and then, you grant that wish."
A shiver seemed to ripple through the Amity clones as Twisted Amity's words sank in, the implications of her plan hanging heavily in the air. An Amelia Blight, her voice trembling, couldn't help but ask, "How?"
"The cunning warrior doesn't attack body or mind," Twisted Amity said, shrugging.
"Just tell us how!" The Leading Amity Clone spoke, annoyed.
With a chilling calmness, Twisted Amity reached into the plush doll's chest, her fingers closing around a plastic heart. She slowly pulled it out, the sight both grotesque and strangely mesmerizing. The Leading Amity Clone's expression shifted from skepticism to a mixture of morbid curiosity and unease.
Twisted Amity's voice was low and haunting as she answered, "The Heart, you idiots. First, you attack their heart. You shatter it, piece by piece, until they're left broken and helpless."
In her hand, the plastic heart crumbled as Twisted Amity closed her fist, the sound of the doll's heart being crushed mingling with the weight of her words. The Amity clones exchanged uneasy glances, the sinister implications of Twisted Amity's plan becoming painfully clear.
he Leading Amity Clone's skepticism was slowly giving way to a grudging respect for Twisted Amity's audacity and twisted vision.
"You might actually have something worth considering," the Leading Amity Clone mused, a calculating gleam in her eyes. "We'll need to gather more forces if we're going to achieve true control."
Twisted Amity's twisted grin widened, a sense of triumph evident in her expression. "Exactly. And that's where the Cloning Goo in Latissa comes in. We can expand our army to our liking."
A sense of anticipation filled the air as the two twisted versions of Amity shared a sinister understanding. Their motives aligned, their goals intertwined, and the possibilities of their collaboration seemed to stretch out before them like a path paved with shadows.
The Leading Amity Clone turned to the Amity clones, her voice carrying a newfound sense of authority. "Prepare yourselves. We're going to Latissa to secure the Cloning Goo. Our power is about to grow."
As the group began to mobilize, the sense of foreboding and the dark alliance they were forming created an undercurrent of tension that was impossible to ignore. The Leading Amity Clone and Twisted Amity were on a collision course with their shared ambitions, a path that could either lead to their success or their downfall.
As Luz's group continued their exploration of Bonesborough, the city revealed itself with its nooks and crannies, secrets waiting to be uncovered, their eyes scanning their surroundings for any signs of the threat they were searching for. Amidst the crowd, Luz's attention was drawn to a figure cloaked in a hood, their presence mysterious and intriguing.
"Hey, guys, do you see that?" Luz whispered to her companions, motioning toward the hooded figure.
Amity's brows furrowed as she observed the figure, her curiosity piqued. "Yeah, I see it. Could it be the one we're after?"
With a shared sense of purpose, Luz's group decided to follow the cloaked figure, their steps quiet and cautious. The chase led them into the Bonesborough Library, the ancient building's atmosphere only adding to the mystery of their pursuit.
As they entered the library, they glanced around, their gazes sweeping over the dimly lit shelves and dusty tomes. However, as they reached the spot where the cloaked figure had been moments ago, they found themselves puzzled. He seemed to have vanished into thin air.
"What the heck? Where did he go?" Willow muttered, her frustration evident.
Unbeknownst to them, the cloaked hooded figure was concealed behind a bookshelf, his presence veiled by an invisibility spell. His voice was low and determined as he confirmed to himself, "So, this is the group I've been looking for since Belos' defeat."
A sudden flash of light drew Luz's group's attention, causing them to whirl around to face the source of the disturbance. As the light faded, they found themselves face-to-face with the cloaked figure, his presence now more tangible and defined.
The cloaked figure had a strong, well-built physique, his attire a mixture of gray and dark gray tones that melded seamlessly with the shadows that surrounded him. His cowl and boots added an air of mystery to his appearance, while his unique sleeves and leggings added a pop of contrasting lime-green color. Despite the hood's shadow concealing most of his facial features, his bright blue eyes shone with an intensity that captured their attention.
Luz's voice was cautious as she addressed the cloaked figure. "Who are you? What do you want?"
The cloaked figure's response was measured, his voice carrying a sense of purpose. "Names are not important now. What's important is the reason I've been seeking your group since Belos' defeat."
Amity's brows furrowed, her skepticism evident as she studied the cloaked figure. "And what reason is that?"
The tension in the air seemed to thicken as the cloaked figure hesitated for a moment, as if deciding how much to reveal. His voice was steady as he replied, "I believe we share a common enemy. One that threatens both the Demon Realm and the Human Realm. I've been tracking her movements, and she led me to your group."
As his words hung in the air, Luz's group exchanged glances, a mixture of curiosity and wariness in their expressions.
As Amity's group continued their search for the mysterious threat, Lilith carried Hooty in his Porta-Hooty home, a few band-aids and an eyepatch now adorning him. Despite their efforts, they had yet to find any substantial leads, leaving them frustrated and anxious.
"How long is this gonna last?" King whined. "We've been walking for hours!"
"Anything yet?" Raine asked, their voice tinged with impatience.
Lilith shook her head, her expression grim. "No sign of anything unusual. It's like they've vanished."
King groans in frustration. Eda reassures him as she spoke, "Hang in there, King."
"Does anyone want your dear ol' pal, Hooty to sing you a shanty?" Hooty asks.
"NO!" Everyone said, annoyed.
Boscha's nonchalant attitude was evident as she walked beside Amity, seemingly unfazed by the urgency of their mission. Amity's frustration simmered just below the surface, her irritation growing as Boscha seemed more interested in walking with her than in the task at hand.
"Can you take this seriously, Boscha?" Amity's voice was edged with exasperation, her patience wearing thin.
Boscha shrugged, a carefree smile on her lips. "Hey, I'm just enjoying the stroll with you, Blight."
Amity's eye roll was accompanied by an annoyed sigh, her focus shifting back to their surroundings, led her to a discovery in the woods, causing her to run up to it with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. However, her excitement turned to shock as she came face to face with another Boscha, one that looked worse for wear. Her clothes were tattered and messy, a bandana covered the space where her third eye once was, and her exhausted appearance was marked by heavy eye bags and excessive eye shadow.
In a fit of rage, the other Boscha's anger erupted, and she swiftly restrained Amity on the ground, her voice filled with fury as she shouted at her counterpart. "You did this to me! This is your fault!"
The original Boscha reacted quickly, moving to restrain her counterpart and pull her away from Amity. The situation was tense, the two Boschas locked in a confrontation that held a myriad of unanswered questions and unspoken tensions.
The other Boscha's stunned expression revealed her surprise at the turn of events, her anger momentarily giving way to confusion as she tried to process the unexpected situation that had unfolded. The woods seemed to hold its breath as the two versions of Boscha grappled with their conflicting emotions and the tangled web of circumstances that had brought them together.
The original Boscha's skepticism broke the silence as she spoke up, her voice cautious. "Is this some kind of clone?"
The other Boscha's response was solemn as she shook her head. "No, I'm not a clone. I'm from an alternate timeline. Things are... different there."
Confusion and curiosity mingled in the original Boscha's expression as she leaned in. "Different how?"
The other Boscha's gaze turned distant, her voice carrying a note of uncertainty. "The Boiling Isles are destroyed. Not by Belos, but by someone else. Someone so powerful that even The Collector in my timeline left the Demon Realm alone out of fear."
A shiver seemed to run down The Collector's spine at the mention of his alternate self's actions, his usually confident demeanor wavering for a moment.
Eda's interest was piqued, her brow furrowing as she considered the implications. "Belos, then? He's responsible?"
The other Boscha's denial was swift and decisive, her voice tinged with a mix of dread and certainty. "No, not Belos. It's the Wicked Witch of Bonesborough."
Amidst the revelations and the weight of the situation, the other Boscha's gaze shifted to Amity, her expression a mixture of confusion and something far more unsettling. Amity's own confusion and unease were evident as she faced the intense scrutiny of her alternate counterpart.
The woods seemed to hold its breath, the gravity of the information and the presence of the other Boscha casting a new layer of complexity over their mission. The revelation of a destroyed Boiling Isles and the enigmatic figure responsible for it created an atmosphere of uncertainty and foreboding, leaving everyone to grapple with the unknown dangers that lay ahead.