(A/N: We're finally at the evaluation episode! And there was much rejoicing. {Yay.} Fun fact, this was one of the few episodes me and my co-writer watched prior to doing this story. {No, we didn't saw this show growing up, we only saw it recently.} As you all know, me and my co-writer hate everything about this show and how it handles its characters, the plots, and everything else. And this episode is no exception.{Episode 44 is the only exception, and that's due to a blue moon.} Which is why we fix the problems the show has. However, if I continue rehashing this point, I'll sound like a broken record. So, consider this the last time I'll be mentioning this. Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter. Please vote and comment.)
Everyone's P.O.V.-Kitchen, Spellman's Residence-December 11th, 2011(Sunday, Evaluation Day)
Zelda was making dragon stew while Hilda was making sure that there were the right amount of invisible puppies in the levitating basket. After all, everything must be ready for Enchantra's visit to the house for the evaluation.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5. I know there were six," Hilda said, wondering where the sixth puppy was.
"Six what?" Quigley asked, walking towards Hilda.
Suddenly, a small, invisible puppy walked up to Quigley and bit his pants leg, growling a bit. Quigley exclaimed from surprise.
"Invisible dogs. Or in this case, invisible puppies." Hilda said, pulling the invisible puppy from Quigley's leg and putting it in the basket.
"Straight from NetherWorld's Pets. Our gift to Enchantra. They're her favorite." Hilda explained.
"Oh, I see." Quigley said, understanding the situation.
Soon, the invisible puppies turned visible.
"Now I really see," Quigley said, before sniffing. "What's that awful smell? The dogs?" he asked
"Nope," Zelda answered, holding up a wooden spoon. "It's homemade dragon stew."
Quigley forced himself to not throw up from the smell, though his face turned green from disgust.
"It's Enchantra's favorite dish. It's to die for." Zelda clarified as she walked back to the pot, which spewed out a crossbone-shaped smoke, who proceeded to laugh.
"Don't you girls think you're overdoing it a bit?" Quigley asked.
"Yeah, we know. However, from what the news has been saying recently, Enchantra have been a bit off lately, not acting like her usual self." Hilda said.
"So we're trying to help her with our support. Yeah, we may not like Enchantra, but given how she's a fair and just ruler, that doesn't mean we don't support her." Zelda said.
"Bring on the grub. I'm hankering for something hearty," 'Scar'(AKA, Salem) said as he entered the kitchen and head to the fridge.
The puppies barked when 'Scar' entered the kitchen. They then turned invisible once more and leapt out of the basket.
"Um, what was that?" 'Scar' asked, only to get lifted away from the fridge. The puppies soon turned visible once more, revealing to have surrounded 'Scar'.
"Oh my stars and gardens," 'Scar' said as he ran. The puppies soon chased after him.
"Oh no. Now those puppies will be tainted with Salem's blood. How come they didn't chase me?" Hilda asked.
"Hilda, you're not a cat," Zelda reminded her sister.
"No, but there was that point in our childhood when I acted like a cat," Hilda said.
Zelda, remembering that, covered her face with her hands. "Hilda, I was trying to forget that," she said.
"Wait, what?" Quigley asked, shocked.
"She had a history," Zelda said simply.
Quigley turned towards Hilda.
Hilda shrugged. "I had a history."
Meanwhile-Sabrina, Emily and Melissa's Bedroom
"Sabrina, it's time to wake up," Melissa said.
"Nooooo," Sabrina groaned, covering her head.
It had been a few days since the clubs fiasco, and during those few days, Sabrina was taken to see a psychiatrist. That was when Sabrina was diagnosed with depression, which explains why she has her high days and her low days.
However, she has been hitting a lot of low days recently, and today was no exception.
"We need a miracle to get her out of bed today," Emily said with a sigh.
Fortunately, their miracle came. It came in the form of Aaron, heavily panting, jumping through the open window and slamming it shut behind him.
"There's our miracle," Melissa said.
"I was meaning God, or magic, or something," Emily said.
"You didn't specify," Melissa pointed out.
"I swear, those reporters are the ones with rabies, not killer rabbits!" Aaron said.
"Where's your parents? Aren't they coming for the evaluation?" Melissa asked.
"They would, but they're currently driving through the endless sea of rabid reporters," Aaron said.
Meanwhile-Downtown Greendale
Jake and Mary(AKA, the Dread Baron and Daisy Mayhem respectively), are currently stuck in a traffic jam. The cause of it? A sea of reporters crowding around their car, trying to get an 'exclusive interview' with the parents of a 'national hero'.
Mary's finger was twitching as she constantly looked at her signature shotgun, wanting to use it to blast away her problems.
"Daisy-I mean, Mary-" Jake began.
"First of all, Dread, just call me Daisy again. It's not going to work again, calling me by that name. And second, I know what you're going to say. I can't kill them. However, I can fire warning shots," Mary said.
As she proceeded to fire off the warning shots, scaring off the reporters, Jake focused on the road ahead of him. "...Yeah, I miss our names." Jake said.
"Then why don't we legally change our names back to our old ones, then?" Mary asked.
"Sure. When everything's settled," Jake said.
Meanwhile-Sabrina's Bedroom
"So, is Sabrina's ready for the evaluation?" Aaron asked.
"That's the problem. She won't get out of bed," Emily said.
"Ah, her low days struck back, huh? However, her evaluation, along with mine, is today," Aaron said. He walked over to Sabrina's bed.
"Sabrina, it's time for the evaluation," Aaron said.
"Noooo," Sabrina groaned.
"Sabrina, as your best friend, I should respect your boundaries. However, as your concerned best friend, I'm going to ignore that and flip you out of your bed anyways," Aaron said as he barely lifted the bed, causing Sabrina to slide off, slide across the floor and hit the wall.
"Owww," Sabrina groaned.
"That wasn't intended," Aaron said, putting the bed down. "Anyways, bringing you downstairs for the evaluation," Aaron added as he picked up Sabrina and carried her downstairs.
"He doesn't know that he's bottling up his emotions," Melissa said suddenly.
"What?!" Emily asked, caught off-guard by Melissa's statement.
"Everyone needs hugs," Melissa said, saying exactly the type of thing she'd normally would.
"What the f-?" Emily began.
Later-Living Room
A purple cloud appeared near the living room's ceiling as Aaron and Sabrina, the former dragging in the latter, entered the room. Hilda and Zelda were both wearing yellow raincoats over their clothing.
"She's here." Hilda and Zelda said in unison. To confirm that, the cloud released a bolt of lightning, which struck the wall behind them, destroying the clock on the wall.
"Showoff," 'Scar' scoffed as the cloud turned into pink, glowing energy. It soon burst into bubbles, some of which 'Scar' licked off his paws. "Bleh, it's sugar-free hemlock flavored."
"What kind of dangerous maniac would think it's okay for people to eat bubbles?" Aaron asked, before glancing at Salem. "Let me rephrase this: what kind of dangerous maniac, besides you, would think it's okay for people to eat bubbles?" Aaron asked 'Scar'.
"I take offense to that! Hitler considered me an ally," 'Scar' claimed.
"No, he didn't. He kneecapped you," Hilda smugly says.
"Shut up! At least I can make bubbles so sweet, no one will care if they're poisonous to their bodies or not!" 'Scar' declared.
"So bubbles are hazardous to one's health? What else has dad not told me while growing up?" Enchantra asked, annoyed.
"The grass is green, the sky is blue," said Mr. Stabbingback.
"I said what else was I not told by my dad, not ask you to be a smug smartass, Mr. Stabbingback." Enchantra said in annoyance.
"Sorry, ma'am, I get those two things mixed up," the griffin said with no remorse.
"Don't lie. You enjoy being a smartass. I suppose Della was right. I should've fired you," Enchantra said.
"Wouldn't that be considered racist to all griffons, madam?" asked Mr. Stabbingback with a sly smirk.
"No, because it just you specifically. Even other griffons want you to resign, given the fact you're not helping their case. Especially since you used to work for Salem's army about a century ago." Enchantra stated, causing Mr. Stabbingback's jaw to drop from the fact that his own species wanted him sacked.
"Anyways, hello darlings." Enchantra greeted with a smile, turning towards the three Spellman witches and one Dastardly warlock.
"Welcome, Enchantra," Hilda said casually.
"Darling, I'm your ruler, not your high school classmate. Please, at least, give me some respect that my position deserves," Enchantra said.
"But you're the r-" Hilda was cut off by Zelda's elbow hitting her gut.
"Please forgive us, Enchantra, our respected and fair ruler. Sometimes, Hilda forget these type of things," Zelda said, laying the respect a bit too thickly.
Despite the thick respect being laid out, Enchantra accepted it. "I'll let it slide for now," she said.
At that moment, the puppies barked in joy.
"What's that?" Enchantra asked.
"Invisible puppies. A gift for you, Enchantra," Hilda answered.
Zelda came in with a bowl of dragon stew. "And homemade dragon stew, prepared the way you like it." Zelda added, handing the bowl over Enchantra. A small creature pop out and roared. "Alive. Apparently," Zelda added.
"Very thoughtful. Though, you both do realize my birthday isn't today, right? It'll be months before then. However, Della's birthday is next month, so you two can help me plan that," Enchantra said while sending the puppies and the dragon stew to her office in the NetherWorld.
Enchantra then turned towards Sabrina and Aaron. "Now, I believe it's time to evaluate the two of you. See how much progress you've made, not just in this past year, but in the past 12 years." Enchantra said.
Sabrina gave a flat expression while Aaron had a nervous smile. "Sure," Aaron said while trying not to sweat nervously.
Five minutes later-The Attic
"All right, then. Moving on to basic levitation. You fly, kids," Enchantra told Sabrina and Aaron.
Sabrina had a flat expression on her face, while Aaron's face had a look of intense concentration as the two barely levitated off the ground by a couple of inches, wobbling in the air as they did so. Sabrina's flat expression became more flat from the fact she levitated, and her expression didn't change when she and Aaron were back on the ground.
"A bit wobbly, and you two didn't levitated that much off the ground. However, you still levitated, so it counts for something," Enchantra said.
"Gee, it's not like anyone could teach us how to levitate with our very limited magic," Sabrina snarked.
"You know what? You're right. We need to address that problem if there's more magical hybrids running around, along with full-blooded magic people who don't know their heritage. So thanks for bringing that up." Enchantra said, not noticing the brief look of shock on Sabrina's face before it returned back to a flat expression.
"You're writing all of this down, Stabbingback?" asked Enchantra, glancing in the griffin's direction.
"Ever so eagerly, madam," Stabbingback claimed, scribbling something on his notepad. "You dirty old cow," he muttered.
"I heard that. And know that it won't prevent your eventual sacking later this week," Enchantra said to Stabbingback, causing him to be surprised that Enchantra heard.
"Anyways," Enchantra turned towards Sabrina and Aaron, "for your final test, I want you two to perform a summoning spell."
"A summoning spell?" Aaron asked, shocked due to the request. Then again, he and Sabrina never had been taught any advanced spells. And since Aaron's parents had confirmed to him that they're not magic, it's a surprise that Aaron knows as much about magic as he currently does.
"Of course. However, summoning something simple would be beneath the two of you, given your surprisingly strong magic. It is rare for anyone younger than the age of 18 to have strong magic. In fact, prior to you two, there was two members of the Van Ghoul family whose magics were vastly more powerful before they turn 18." Enchantra said.
"Gee, isn't that fan-freaking-tastic?" Sabrina asked sarcastically.
"I know, right?" Enchantra said, somehow missing Sabrina's obvious sarcasm. "Anyways, I want you two to summon the Leaning Tower of Pisa."
Sabrina rolled her eyes, probably debating whether to slap Enchantra for suggesting such a thing, laughing, or pretending to misinterpret the test. She decided to go for the last option, as she snapped her fingers, saying "Magic words, hear my plea. Stack the pizza before me," summoning a small tower of pizza.
"Well, I can't fault you on that one. They sound exactly the same. Whoever came up with words must have been drunk when they came up with two words that sound exactly the same." Enchantra said. "However, despite the lack of blame, I have to fail you due to the fact that you didn't summon the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Your turn, Dimension."
"Um, sure," Aaron said, bringing his right hand up, a few inches away from his face. Taking a deep breath, Aaron snapped his fingers. Only for a small magic circle, colored orange this time, to appear over Aaron's hand. A fireball shot out of the circle, out of the attic window, towards the backyard. 'Scar's' scream of pain told everyone where the fireball shot off to.
"That was surprising," Enchantra said in awe, before regaining her composure. "However, you failed as well."
"Well, Sabrina and I don't even know what we're doing! No one taught us any summoning spells! And even if we were taught us any summoning spells, who's to say that we won't get crushed by the tower?!" Aaron exclaimed, more annoyed than angered.
"Wait, you two don't know the summoning spell?" Enchantra asked.
"That's the thing you're more concerned about?!" Aaron asked.
"Yes! Any spells that you two need to learn is the most important thing ever! It's more important than breathing!" Enchantra declared.
"That's not ho-" Aaron began before getting interrupted, courtesy of Enchantra teleporting everyone to the living room.
"Now pay very close attention to what this: it's going to help you in the future. First of all, you need a feather of an eagle. Or, if there aren't any eagles nearby, use a substitute: a griffin's feather," Enchantra said, pulling out one of Stabbingback's feathers.
"Ow!" Stabbingback exclaimed in pain. "So happy to be an assistance, madam," he added through clenched teeth while trying to make his pain seem worse than how it actually is.
"Oh, stuff it, Stabbingback. It's not the first time you're in pain in your entire career, and it's not even your worst injury," Enchantra said in annoyance.
"Then you say the following incantation while holding said feather in between index finger and thumb: Trixel, pecks and ginger trees, I command you now, bring to me!" Enchantra said.
Right at that moment, the feather started glowing from magic. Soon, the Leaning Tower of Pisa appeared in the middle of the living room, putting a huge hole in the house.
"See? That wasn't so hard," Enchantra said.
"Then how come you accidentally have a blonde female hanging off the tower?" Aaron asked.
"What the?" Enchantra asked, looking up to see, indeed, a blonde woman hanging off the tower.
"HELPPPPPPPP! SOMEBODY HELP! I'M ABOUT TO FALLLLLLL!" shouted out the female, who had a Southern accent.
"Yep, sending the tower back," Enchantra said, snapping her fingers. The tower, and the blonde, disappeared as the house was returned back to its normal appearance.
"Well, like I said, you two both failed. However, since my schedule is free tomorrow, I'll give you two a second shot at this tomorrow," Enchantra said.
"But we have school tomorrow," Aaron points out.
"So call in sick or however it's done these days. Heck, Sabrina looks the part." Enchantra said, pointing at Sabrina.
"Actually, I was debating whether to be happy that I managed to succeed in failing today, or upset that I have to go through all of this tomorrow," Sabrina said.
"I was talking about your appearance, not your face," Enchantra said, indicating at how Sabrina's appearance: the bags under her eyes, the lack of color in her skin, the way her posture is.
However, Enchantra did a double take once she processed Sabrina's words. "Wait, you were intentionally failing?" asked Enchantra.
"What's the point? It's not like my parents are ever getting back together. My mom's dead, my dad doesn't care about her being dead, nor does he care about my feelings, and it's not like this hollow feeling inside me is ever going to leave. So why should I care about some dumb test when all it does is remind me of what I can't have anymore?!" Sabrina demanded.
"God dang it, why didn't we see the signs of her low day sooner?" Hilda asked.
"Because we were too busy trying to show our support to Enchantra," Zelda answered.
"...We are officially the worst aunts ever," Hilda said.
"We're people, Hilda. We're allow to make mistakes. Plus, we can rectify this one by telling Enchantra before things get more awkward," Zelda said.
"Okay," Hilda said as she and Zelda walked towards Enchantra, who was still trying to process Sabrina's actions.
"Hey, Enchantra? There's something we forgot to mention regarding Sabrina," Hilda said nervously.
"Would that be before or after your niece admitted that she intentionally failed the evaluation?" Enchantra snarked.
"Sabrina has depression," Zelda said bluntly.
"...So? Just magic it away." Enchantra said after a moment.
"We can't. It's a mental illness," Hilda said.
Enchantra's expression, which was annoyance, softened into something like pity or sympathy once hearing that.
"You know, some days I can respect my dad's decision to protect me from the world, so I wouldn't have to suffer from something like that. And then there are days where I want to kick him due to protecting me from the world so I wouldn't have to suffer from something like that.
"I never had any experience with mental illnesses, since no one in the NetherWorld has any. Or, if they do, they never admit it since it would ruin their reputations as being perfect. However, Della can help, since she's experienced in stuff like this," Enchantra said.
"Isn't Della an ex-head of the Witches' Council?" Hilda asked.
"Nope. She rules over Riverdale and places that has a more traditional view on magic. I rule over Greendale and places with a more modern view on magic. Plus, she's not head of the Witches' Council, it's more of a witches' coven. Anyway, going to ask her to come over here to help out with Sabrina," Enchantra said, pulling out her magical phone and dialing Della's number.
"This is the Riverdale witches' coven. How can we help you stop the good doer before they do their good deeds?" Della asked.
"No good doers here, Della," Enchantra said.
"Oh, it's you, Enchantra." Della said with a sigh. "What do you need?"
"I have a charge that has...depression, I guess? Anyways, I need your help to know how to work with people like her," Enchantra said.
"Enchantra, you know that I endorse in mischief, not charity cases, right?" Della asked.
"And you know that, despite dad tries his best, he's the reason why I don't know much about mental illnesses like you do, right?" Enchantra shot back.
"...Fine, I'll be there in ten. But tell anyone about this, and you'll find that my brand of mischief is much worse than anything you've dealt with. Understood?" Della asked.
"Yes. Now, you better be here in ten minutes, or I'll tell everyone about that one Thanksgiving." Enchantra threatened.
"You wouldn't dare." Della said.
"Wouldn't I? You know I would," Enchantra said.
"I regret telling you about that." Della said with an annoyed sigh.
"I know, you say that a lot. So, make sure you get here on time, or else." Enchantra said, ending the call.
Meanwhile-Drell's House, NetherWorld
Della leaned back in her chair, taking her hands off her crystal ball to rub the center of her forehead. "One of these days, I'm going to have something against Enchantra. Something I can hold above her head, which I can tell time and time again during family reunions. But that's not happening anytime soon," Della said.
"Who was it, Della?" Drell asked his eldest daughter.
"Enchantra. She wants me to help her deal with a person who has a mental illness. Again," Della said, giving Drell a flat look.
"Hey, I wanted to make sure that what happened to you while you grew up wouldn't happen to her!" Drell defended.
"Yeah, well, maybe trying to protect someone from the world could do a lot more harm than good. At least the way you raise Enchantra isn't as bad as how you have him being raised," Della said.
"Oh, come on. It's not that bad." Drell said.
"Dad, you sent him to a crazy Atlantean female and a male who travel through time via a mirror after making a lot of enemies. And yet, despite that, they're making sure that he doesn't know how the world works at all," Della said.
"It's not my fault my brother decided to not only go to a world full of magical talking horses, but also decided to make my youngest son his heir." Drell said.
"I'm not blaming you for that, just the fact that you're taking the whole 'protecting your kids' thing to an extreme level. Though, how did my un-I mean, how did the traitor managed to integrate himself into that world? Wouldn't that raises a lot of questions, which would cause the leaders of that world to try and figure out his origins?" Della asked.
"Easy. He use powerful reality-bending magic to make everyone believe he's always been a part of their world. Then, to add salt to the wound, he gave some people at this toy company, 'Hasbro', I think, the idea for his 'origin', which they put in a comic. The rest is history," Drell said.
"...And we thought Asmodeus was bad." Della said.
"Actually, my brother isn't as dangerous as Asmodeus. In fact, my brother barely made it into the top 100 dangerous magical criminals, and that's only due to what he did before going into the world full of magical horses," Drell explained.
"Great conservation, but I'm going to the place Enchantra went to, or else she's going to tell people about that Thanksgiving incident," Della said, turning to leave.
"Oh, you mean when you were jealous of-" Drell began.
"Sorry, can't hear you! About to teleport!" Della interrupted Drell, teleporting away.
"...Skippy, remind me to bring it up at the family reunion," Drell said.
Skippy gave Drell a slight nod.
"Good. Now, can you give me the newspaper? I want to see the development on this so-call 'civil war' that's waging in the NetherWorld," Drell said, as Skippy went to grab the papers.
Meanwhile-Living Room, Spellmans' Residence
'Scar' came inside, grumbling about 'stupid 12 year olds and their stupid fireballs' as he held his charred tail.
"So, how was the, ahem, 'fried tail'?" Stabbingback said, glancing at 'Scar'.
"Stabbingback?! What are you doing here?" 'Scar' asked.
"Well, fulfilling the role you bestowed onto me nearly a century ago." Stabbingback said, lowering his voice a bit.
"The role?" 'Scar' questioned before it came back to him. "Oh, right, that one! You mean you actually found it?"
"Yes, sir," Stabbingback answered, pulling out a medium-sized, red crystal and handing it to 'Scar'. "The Wishing Crystal, as you've requested, in the case that you get caught and punished by the Witches' Council."
"Where'd you find it?" 'Scar' asked, putting the Wishing Crystal in his fur.
"Oh, the town I used to call home, until those ignorant backstabbers whom I sacrifice everything for, including doing the right thing by joining your army, call for my resignation. Now they can all suffer once you use the crystal to claim your rightful position as Salem Saberhagen, ruler of the NetherWorld." Stabbingback said.
"You're not the only one who's been backstabbed by people who should've been on your side," 'Scar' said, glaring at two people who were on the other side of the room. Stabbingback glance in the direction 'Scar' was glaring at.
Aaron and Sabrina were having a discussion, which neither Stabbingback nor 'Scar' could hear. However, they noticed the expressions on the two preteens. While Aaron had a look of concern on his face, Sabrina's expression was one of brief anger before returning back to its flat expression she had throughout the day.
"Those two preteens, sir?" Stabbingback asked with an skeptical tone. Mostly due to Aaron and Sabrina's age, not the fact that they can't backstab anyone. After all, Salem's amy was comprised of righteous backstabbers, scums who were forced to be that way due to society, and best of all, a one-time murderer who handed out snacks due to her own sister hating her for said murder. At least, that's Stabbingback's view on the army.
"I would've gotten a chance to regain my normal body if those two would vouch for me. But no, they have to make about themselves." 'Scar' hissed, a scowl on his face. However, that scowl turned into an ugly smirk. "But soon they'll remember this: they're living in my world! And what I say, goes," 'Scar' gloated as he crept his way to Enchantra, who walked towards Sabrina and Aaron with a look of pity on her face.
Enchantra put a comforting hand on Sabrina's shoulder, interrupting Sabrina and Aaron's discussion. "I'm sorry about your loss, and the fact you have depression. However, you have people who can help you through these tough times," Enchantra said, pitying Sabrina.
Sabrina's expression had changed back to anger, but this time, it wasn't brief. In fact, it looks like something in Sabrina had snapped.
"Don't you dare patronize me with your pity!" Sabrina snapped, slapping Enchantra's hand off her shoulder, much to everyone, excluding 'Scar' and Stabbingback(since those two physically got rid of their compassion), shock.
"I-I wasn't tr-" Enchantra began to say.
"Yes, you did." Sabrina retorted coldly. "No one knows what it's like to be like me! No one has to suffer like I did!" Sabrina shouted.
"I'm trying, but I have no experience in stuff like th-" Enchantra try to say.
"No more excuses! If you want to know, then I wish you walk a mile in my SHOES!" Sabrina demanded.
Once those words were said, the Wishing Crystal flew out of 'Scar's' fur and floated above Sabrina and Enchantra, red magic oozing out of it. Before anyone could do anything, a bright red beam of magic shot out of the crystal, engulfing the two and physically combining the two for a brief moment. Then, the two were separated, seemingly unchanged, as the Wishing Crystal fell to the ground, now a dull red.
Sabrina and Enchantra held their heads, groaning as 'Scar' picked up the Wishing Crystal. "Damn it!" he exclaimed, throwing the crystal back onto the ground. "My plan has been foiled! Now I have to wait 2 hours until this stupid rock recharges!"
"Your plan?" Sabrina asked, acting just like Enchantra. "You mean to tell me that you would dare use the Wishing Crystal to switch bodies with me?!"
"...Shit," 'Scar' said, realizing what's happening.
At that moment, Della teleported in the living room.
"Della, the head of the Witches' Coven, is here!" Della declared, as she waited for everyone to react properly to her. However, that got thrown out of the window once she saw the dull Wishing Crystal.
"Oh, you're kidding me. Seriously, Enchantra? You have to give me something to top my own embarrassing story for family reunions?" Della asked with a small grin.
"Della, not the moment!" Sabrina, or rather, Enchantra in Sabrina's body, exclaimed.
"I know. I just wanted to say it so I can remember it later," Della said, her grin changing into a stern expression. "Now, who's the dumbass who planned on using the Wishing Crystal?" Della asked, snapping her fingers to summon the dull crystal to her hand.
To the surprise of no one, except for a certain black cat, everyone pointed at 'Scar'. "Betrayal!" 'Scar' exclaimed.
"I'll deal with you soon. First of all, I have to deal with a thorn. Especially since this Wishing Crystal is evidence needed to prove his true allegiance," Della said, snapping her fingers again.
Suddenly, four guards appeared in the living room. "What are your orders, ma'am?" asked one of the guards.
"I would say arrest this traitor," Della said, pointing at Stabbingback, who looked relieved, until Della spoke again, "but that have to mean we didn't expect him to betray anyone. So, I want you to arrest Stabbingback, the right-hand man to Salem Saberhagen, and make sure he never leaves whatever hellhole the other griffons decide to put him in," she commanded.
"Yes ma'am," the guards said as they grabbed Stabbingback and dragged him to the NetherWorld via a portal they've opened, all while he struggled until the portal closed behind them.
"No! Now how else am I going to get more Wishing Crystals?!" 'Scar' lamented.
"As for you," Della turned towards Salem, "perhaps I didn't made myself clear the last time I was here? Pull this stunt again, and I will make sure that whatever I do to you, you will be conscious of it, aware of everything, and feel every moment! I'll make sure that at the end, you'll be begging for Enchantra's mercy, only to look at me and realize that you won't get mercy! Got it?!" Della threatened.
'Scar' didn't say anything. In fact, he didn't do much of anything except shaking from fear. Not from the fact that Della might be bluffing. But from the fact that she actually does this to warlocks and witches who try to usurp the two sisters, or any who might join forces with their younger sister, Spella.
"And to make sure the threat sinks in, along with making sure that what happens next isn't ruined by you, you're going to solitary confinement for a few weeks," Della said as she snapped her fingers, teleporting 'Scar' to the solitary confinement in the NetherWorld.
"Now that's taken care of, all of you, except for her," Della points at Sabrina in Enchantra's body, "kindly get out."
"But we're her aunts!" Hilda and Zelda protested.
"Yeah. And you're going to get triggered by what comes next. And I prefer not to get slapped. Again. For the millionth time." Della said with an eye roll.
"Trust me, those times aren't pleasant. And you two and the kid," Enchantra pointed at Aaron, who looked at Sabrina with concern, "won't make anything better just by staying here."
Zelda sighed. "Fine. We'll leave. But if you do anything to Sabrina, I'll-"
"Hit me over the head?" Della asked with sarcasm.
"No. I'll make a written complaint," Zelda corrected.
"Hmm. You have gotten soft," Della commented.
"It's either that or go to prison." Zelda said.
"And that's why you're smarter than anyone else in your situation." Della said with a small grin. However, her grin soon went back to her stern expression. "Now, leave the house," Della said.
Hilda, Zelda, Enchantra and Aaron left the room, the latter giving Sabrina one last look of concern before leaving, the door closing behind him.
There was a small discussion between Hilda, Zelda and Quigley, which Sabrina and Della couldn't hear the words, but it seems like the two convinced Quigley to leave the house for a bit as well, along with Emily and Melissa.
Soon, they heard a car engine start up, follow by said car pulling out of the driveway.
"So, want to tell me that this isn't a case where you made this whole situation a you problem?" Della asked.
"I didn't made this about me," Sabrina scoffed.
"Then explain why you're in Enchantra's body? After all, despite her hiring Stabbingback due to being stubborn on redeeming him back then, she never trusts Wishing Crystals since they're griffon-made products. And she can just use magic if she wanted to swap bodies. After getting a recommended expert, of course. Which means you made a wish on it." Della said.
"Fine. It's because she pitied me," Sabrina said, irritated.
"So you're upset because she did the one thing you wanted?" Della asked.
"I do- I don't want to be pitied!" Sabrina snapped.
"You may think you don't, but some part of you do. In fact, as the saying goes, 'you may not want it, but your brain does.'" Della said.
"So what? You're saying that you know me better than I do?" Sabrina asked sarcastically.
"Yes." Della said bluntly. "You're not the first person I've dealt with, and certainly not the last."
"What do you mean?" Sabrina asked, her anger slowly building.
"The world is cruel, selfish, depressing, harsh, and unforgiving. What you want is a magic cure for the human condition. Well, guess what, snowflake, that's how humans are genetically so it's time to grow up and deal with what's real and let go of your Neverland like fantasies." Della stated, throwing out the harsh truth, turning Sabrina's anger to sadness.
"Growing up sucks." Sabrina said.
"I know how that feels. But it can be bearable once you let those walls down to allow guilt and sadness wash away to make way for something somewhat more brighter." Della said, her tone softening from empathy.
For the second time that day, Sabrina felt something in her broke. This time, however, it was the walls she had made a couple of months ago. The walls she had made to hide her emotions while making sure that she can't be hurt by anyone else again. The walls, which were crumbling away due to her emotions breaking through.
As hot tears slid down Sabrina's cheeks, she decided to seek comfort from the one thing she knows, the one thing that she had done whenever she needed to cry while growing up: hugging something or someone whom she supposed to trust. And the only person was Della, leading to the latter's expression of awkwardness as Sabrina hugged her while letting out months of bottled up emotions.
Della felt awkward about the situation. Needed something done? She can do that verbally. But physical stuff, like physical contacts, are situations that she was never prepared for. Regardless, the only thing that came to mind was patting Sabrina on the back. Awkwardly, but at least it's the thought that counts.
Meanwhile-Aaron's P.O.V.-Random Alley, Downtown Greendale
"So, why are you dumpster diving?" I asked Sa-I mean, Enchantra, who is currently in Sabrina's body, while Sabrina, in Enchantra's body, is back at her house. ...We had officially reached Freaky Friday territory and it isn't even Friday.
And I wished we had gone with the Disney version back in the 2000s. At least that made sense, unlike this weird situation brought on by a crystal.
"I had never gone dumpster diving when I was 12, so this is the perfect opportunity. Plus, it's not like Sabrina never did it before," Enchantra said, as she-I mean, Sabrina's body, went back into the dumpster.(Like I said, weird.)
"Sabrina didn't," I stated.
"Oh. Well, um, do you feel the magic?" Enchantra asked, poking her head out of the dumpster.
Um, what? "Please don't tell me this is going to lead to something...awkward, which would tank Sabrina's reputation." I said, backing away by a few steps.
"What? No! I'm talking about the magical energy in the air," Enchantra clarified.
"Oh," I said in realization. "No, I don't." I added.
"Strange. Normally, magic people can sense magical energies in the air. And this one seems familiar," Enchantra said.
Before I could say something, I don't know what exactly. Maybe something about what she meant, or defending myself for not being able to do something that full-blooded magic people can do, there was a shout of, "There he is!"
Turning around, I noticed the one thing I've been dreading: rabid news reporters in the distance. Seriously, can't they just leave me alone?
"Quick, let's get that exclusive interview!" Another shouted as they started to close the distance.
I would've swore, except for the fact that they would've taken it out of context. So, instead, I hid behind the alley wall and rummaged around my pockets.
"Come on, where is it?" I muttered to myself as I pulled out a stack of papers with sloppily drawn glyphs? Runes? Whatever they were, I had seen them from time to time and drawn them. Yes, I know, my drawing skills are awful, but it's not like I could ask Sabrina to draw these. She has her own problems and I can't convince her to face them.
Anyways, I grabbed one from the stack, looking at it. I don't even know what any of these markings do, but this is a good time to find out.
"Random magical marking, protect me!" I exclaimed as I slapped it on my chest. Suddenly, I became invisible. Well, not completely. While I was invisible, my clothing were not.
Shocked by this, I let out a small gasp of shock, which caused me to turn visible again. "Seriously, I need to hold my breath for this to work?" I muttered as I pulled out another one with the same marking and slapped it on my chest, once again turning invisible except for my clothing.
I know some of you are wondering 'Why don't you just take off your clothings?' and for that, I say, no. I don't know how long this spell last, nor if it can unexpectedly lift itself. Plus, I don't want to be put in juvie for 'public indecency', whatever that means. So, I'm just going to do this. After all, not the first time floating clothes has been seen in news reports, right?
Apparently, I was right about that, because when the news reporters came, they were slightly disappointed to see my clothing 'floating' in the air.
"Dang it, it was just his clothes." A female reporter said.
"How long is he going to continue evading us until he gives us the exclusive interview?" asked a male reporter.
Forever, you psychos! I wanted to say, but that would A.) blow my invisibility and B.) come back to bite me in the rear end, so I kept silent.
"Maybe he's on the other side of town?" A second female reporter said.
"Quick, let's search over there!" And with that, the mob all left.
I waited for another minute, just to make sure that they left. And then, I took in the gulp of fresh air.
"*Coughs* I thought I was going to pass out. *Cough*" I said while coughing. Technically, coughing is gulping. ...Why does that sound wrong?
"Last time I'm drinking this," Janice said, causing me to look up in shock. Janice was walking away, tossing a bottle of alcohol into the trash as she walked. How long had she been standing there?
Oh well, it's not like this is the first time Janice had noticed magic...nor seemingly the last.
"Enchantra, you can come out of the dumpster now," I say, tapping on the dumpster. However, I received no answers.
"Enchantra? Are you stuck at the bottom?" I asked. Again, no reply.
Sweating at this point, I looked into the dumpster to see nothing but trash.
"Crud! Enchantra is on the loose! And she's in Sabrina's body! What do I do?" I asked, pacing around before remembering something.
"Of course," I said, pulling out the Magic Conch out of my pocket. Yes, I actually bought the thing. Don't judge me.
"Oh, Magic Conch. What ever shall I do in this situation?" I asked, pulling on the string, which receded back into the conch, excluding a small portion of it.
"Nothing." The Magic Conch said.
"The conch has spoken. Just going to hide under this dumpster so I don't get spotted," I say as I crawled underneath the dumpster. "Huh, it's roomier than I'd expected," I commented as I laid there, doing nothing. Thankfully, there weren't any rats or broken pieces of glass, so I was safe.
Meanwhile-Enchantra's P.O.V.
"Where is the source of this magical energy coming from? It's feel familiar," Enchantra said, walking deeper into the alley.
Enchantra's day was getting progressing weirder and weirder by the minute. First of all, both of her charges had failed their first attempt at their evaluations, despite their experiences in the NetherWorld should've ensured an easy pass. Then she finds out that one of them, Sabrina, has depression, one of those mental health things that Drell, her own dad, thought to protect her from via her sheltered upbringing, which has its pros and cons, and not being able to understand these kind of issues is one of the cons. Hence why Enchantra had to bring Della into the mix.
Then she and Sabrina swapped bodies thanks to a Wishing Crystal, which Stabbingback, that irredeemable griffon, provided to Salem for his own, thankfully failed, plan to swap bodies with Enchantra to try and rule over everything.
And now, while Della is helping out Sabrina, something Enchantra is unable to do thanks to not knowing what to do in this kind of situation, something she plans to rectify by talking to her dad, Enchantra is in an alley, trying to figure out the source of this strange, yet somehow, familiar magical energy. For some reason, it's almost felt like her younger sister's magical energy. Oh, and for some reason, her other charge, Aaron, was being hounded by mortal news reporters, which Enchantra doesn't know the result because, as stated before, she went further into the alley to figure out this magical energy issue.
"No, that's impossible," Enchantra said, shaking her head. "Spella hates going anywhere that isn't 'clean' or fancy," she added.
So why does this magical energy feels just like Spella's magical energy?
After awhile of walking, Enchantra noticed the source seems to be coming from...a oddly clean and nice-looking dumpster?
"I don't know if Spella actually would hide in a random dumpster, or if someone stole her magic, but whatever the case, I should be cautious," Enchantra muttered to herself as she grabbed a random piece of wood off the ground.
Steeling herself for whatever may happen, she slowly crept towards the dumpster and opened it. Inside was...a homeless girl shaking a pocket knife at rats while holding a loaf of bread.
"Back off you vermins! This loaf is mine, and if any of you come close, I'll serve you up alongside this bread!" threatened the girl, as the rats scurried off.
The girl then noticed Enchantra. "Oh, look. Seems like little Miss Barbie is lost. Either that, or Elle Woods Jr," the girl said with a mocking tone, her face still have the angry glare. "What do you want?"
"W-Who are you?" Enchantra asked, while realizing that the source of the magic is coming from the girl. But it surely can't be. It must be that Sabrina's body isn't fine-tuned to sensing magical energies. Because there is no way that this child, who is climbing out of the dumpster to measure up Enchantra, could be Sp-
"Why would I tell you my name? We don't know each other," the girl bluntly said, pulling Enchantra out of her thoughts.
"M-Maybe not, but it's better if I know your name. Heck, I'll even give you my name. It's En-I mean, Sabrina," Enchantra said, remembering that since she wasn't in her body, and this was a complete and total stranger, it's better to stick with using Sabrina's name. Maybe that'll help ease tensions.
"Just because you told me your name doesn't mean I'm going to be friends with you. However, I guess I have to give you my name regardless. Stupid rules that those fellow homeless bums told me," the girl muttered, before giving Enchantra a glare. "My name's Portia."
"Portia?" Enchantra asked, feeling slight disappointment. Spella's daughter was planned to be called Cassandra.
"Yes. At least, that's what I called myself, since I've never seen my birth certificate. I was dumped in this dumpster by my parents when I was born." Portia said with bitterness.
Before Enchantra could say anything, Portia stopped her. "I don't need your pity. I don't even know who the jerks were, and I don't want to know them. They ditched me, that's their problem. I'm not going to try and find them just to make myself 'whole'. So, they could go die in a ditch." Portia said.
"Are you sure they didn't have a reason to leave you behind?" Enchantra asked, before realizing one thing. Portia has the same magical energy as Spella. And Spella claimed to miscarried her child 12 years ago. But there was no way that Spella could do something like this. There's no way that her dad's plans of ensuring none his kids would be evil would be for nothing, right?
"Then explain why I'm not at some stupid orphanage, where people are miserable or cruel or a combination of the two?" Portia said.
"Not all orphanages are like that," Enchantra said.
"Maybe not, but you admitted that there are places like that out there. Anyways, why don't you run back to mommy and daddy like a good girl?" Portia asked, turning to head back into the dumpster.
Before Enchantra could say or offer anything, the air shimmered with another familiar bit of magical energy. Portia even stopped in her tracks to see what's going on.
The space between Enchantra and Portia glowed, causing the two to cover their eyes. Once the glow fade away, they opened their eyes to see Drell, whose reaction to Portia surprised Enchantra. First it was recognition, then shock, before returning back to his normal expression.
"My dear child, I have an offer for you," Drell said, giving her an sympathetic look. But why was Drell giving Portia, a complete and total stranger, sympathy? Does this has to do with the dots that Enchantra is trying to not connect, out of fear for an answer she refuse to accept?
"Sure, you have an offer for me. What is it: for me to roll over and die? Not the first time anyone in this stupid town has told me," Portia scoffed.
"No, not that. In fact, the offer I have for you will help make your life better," Drell said.
"Yeah, just like those ads. Only thing, I know lies when I hear one," Portia said.
"Ah, but this isn't a lie." Drell said.
Portia debated for a moment, and once weighing the pros and cons of hearing out this offer, she decided to hear it out. "Fine, I guess I'll hear your offer. Know, however, that if there any bullshit in it, I'm not taking it," Portia said.
"Okay, I accept your terms," Drell said.
"Okay," Portia said, looking slightly surprised. Enchantra guess it might be due to anyone actually accepting Portia's terms. "So, what's this offer?" Portia asked her expression back to angry glares.
"Simple, I want you to live with me and my daughters." Drell said.
"That's something a complete pervert would say," Portia said.
"I didn't finish yet," Drell said with a casual tone. Before Portia could say anything else, Drell continued. "Sure, it's a strong offer, and you might think I'm a creep or a pedo. And I don't blame you, since I should've worded it correctly.
"What I should've added is, I want you to live with your family, dear granddaughter," Drell said, blowing Enchantra's mind as the dots finally connected.
"And what makes you think I'm your granddaughter?" Portia asked, eyebrow raised in disbelief.
"Ah, I commend you for not taking my words at face value. However, I know you're my granddaughter because your mom's magic run through your veins," Drell said.
"I don't have magic. It doesn't exist. And even if it did, explain why I've never done anything magical," Portia said, scoffing as she did so.
"Ah, but magic does exist. And to prove it, and to see if you have magic yourself," Drell held out his palm, which began to glow. "If you have the powers of magic, let it show in your genetic."
For a brief moment, nothing happened. Portia was about to open her mouth, no doubt to claim 'I told you so', when suddenly her body started glowing. Not brightly as full-blooded magic people would've when the spell is used on them, but halfway, thus confirming that she is a halfling.
"Okay, so magic is real," Portia said as the glow faded. "Doesn't explain why I've never used magic," she said.
"That's the thing about magic. It tends to do whatever it wants until people are aware of it." Drell said.
"So she's magic too?" Portia indicated at Enchantra. Drell nodded.
"So, what would've happened if I wasn't magic? Would you have dropped the offer?" Portia asked.
"No. I still would've taken you in. After all, no one deserves to be homeless," Drell said.
"What can you give me that I couldn't find here? I had survived for 12 years so far," Portia said.
"For starters, a home, clothes, not feeling like you're going to die at any second, not having to fight for your food and getting to know more about your family. Plus, you can learn how to use magic, control it." Drell said.
"Do I have to make up stupid rhymes for every spells?" Portia asked.
"No. Everyone's magic is different." Drell said.
After a moment of debating internally, Portia turn to him. "I accept your offer. Mainly for the food." Portia said.
"Glad you accept the offer," Drell said.
"However, keep this in mind: do anything that I don't like, and I'm leaving. Got it?" Portia asked.
Drell was shocked for a second before slowly nodding. "Agreed," he said.
"Good. Now send me to whatever place you're living." Portia said.
Drell snapped his finger, sending Portia to the NetherWorld.
"You do realize who's child she is, right, Enchantra?" Drell asked Enchantra.
"How did yo-?" Enchantra began.
"Della told me a few minutes ago. But you saw the steps Spella had taken to ensure that she would have your throne one day." Drell said.
"But you taken all the precautions to ensure this wouldn't happen! You made sure that none of us would turn out like him!" Enchantra exclaimed.
"And yet, history repeats itself. Just like Sombra, Spella had chosen to walk down this path," Drell said with a resigned tone.
"But she didn't went to the Realm of Darkness!" Enchantra said.
"She didn't need to." Drell said. "Anyways, going to help Cassandra get integrated into the household. Also to make sure she doesn't kill Skippy. And for the love of all magic, please get back in your normal body. It's weird seeing you as 12...again." Drell said.
"I can't. The Wishing Crystal's magic doesn't wear off for 24 hours, and only 2 hours passed since the crystal was used." Enchantra said.
"...Fuck," Drell said with a face palm. "After this, I'm going to destroy all Wishing Crystals," Drell said.
"Wait, what do I do to pass the time?" Enchantra asked.
"I don't know. Play some arcade games, have a sleepover, do normal 12 year old stuff." Drell said.
"But I don't know how to do that. You sheltered me during my childhood, remember?" Enchantra asked.
"Well, now you have a second chance," Drell said, leaving.
"...Guess I have a brief second chance at being 12," Enchantra said with a shrug. "Where's the nearest arcade, whatever that is?" she asked, leaving the alley.
24 Hours Later-Everyone's P.O.V.-Living Room, Spellman's Residence
The Wishing Crystal, finally recharged just a minute ago, was hovering in the air above Sabrina and Enchantra as the body swap was reversed. Once the two were returned back to their own bodies, the crystal fell to the ground, once again its color was dull.
"I'm so relieved to be back in my own body!" Enchantra exclaimed, eagerly firing off magical fireworks. "Uh, not that your body is awful, of course," she said to Sabrina, trying to sound non-offensive.
"Maybe not, but my attitude was," Sabrina said before sighing. "And if I want to recover mentally and emotionally, I'm going to have to stop taking things for granted," she said, glancing at her aunts, great-uncle, sisters, and last, but not least, Aaron, who was standing next to his parents.
"You're not the only one who needs to make amends," Enchantra said. "I like to apologize for yesterday. As young Aaron pointed out, I've been overestimating both him and you, Sabrina. While both of your magics are unnaturally high for anyone your ages, not to mention hybrids like you two. However, I've been putting you two on the same standards as others who are not only older than you by a year or two, but have more control than both of you, which is unfair to the both of you.
"And, to add more to this apology, you're right about me making excuses, Sabrina. While I don't know anything about mental health problems and haven't been aware of it, I've been hiding behind the excuse of being sheltered during my childhood by my dad instead of trying to do some research.
"Which is why this is a two-fold good news. One: you two both passed your evaluation. You have access to most of the NetherWorld, excluding some areas. I'll send you both a letter telling you what those areas are. And two: Della decided to help me with the mental health awareness thing," Enchantra said.
"It's only because you don't want me to backstab you and take over the world," Della said with a smug grin. "See you later, losers!" she exclaimed as she teleported away, cackling.
"Same old Della. She claims she wants to take over the world, yet she's fine with her lot in life. Anyways, see you sometime in the future, Sabrina and Aaron," Enchantra said as she left.
"Hilda? Zelda? Quigley? Aaron? I know I have a lot to make up for, and everything that happened recently is no excuse for how I've treated you, but can you please forgive me?" Sabrina asked, turning to the four.
"Why, Sabrina, I couldn't be more prouder. Somehow, in a blink of an eye, when my back was turned, you grew up." Quigley said, misty eyed.
"Sabrina, you don't need to apologize. Technically, we should be the ones apologizing to you. After all, none of us made any of this easier for you," Hilda said.
"Exactly. Plus, how am I supposed to be the friend that scare the batooties out of you if you're going to apologize for everything?" Aaron asked.
"Not to mention that Hilda and I were emotionally negligent to your needs. Which is something we're working on," Zelda said.
"And while I didn't understand your situation as a halfling, that didn't excuse the words I've said. So, we're all planning on helping you with your problems while fixing ourselves." Quigley said.
"Thanks, guys," Sabrina said, a small smile appearing on her face. "And I'm sorry, Melissa and Emily, for not including you as much as I should've," she said, turning to her sisters.
"You don't need to apologize. Everyone needs time, and a person to talk to, to figure out their problems," Melissa said.
"I'll forgive you if you do my chores for a week," Emily said.
"I'll do it," Sabrina said instantly.
"Great. It'll be a blast going shopping as sisters!" Melissa said.
"Melissa, I was going to let her sweat a little before I let her know what we were going to do," Emily whined.
"Tell me you can look at Sabrina's eyes and resist the heartstrings being tugged," Melissa said.
"Fine," Emily said, looking at Sabrina's eyes. A second later, she felt her heartstrings being tugged. "Dang it, my heartstrings had been tugged. Fine, I forgive you," Emily said.
"Wait, so the chores thing was a lie?" Sabrina asked.
"Yep! Just wanted to punk you," Emily said with a grin.
"Is this what it's like to have sisters?" Sabrina asked.
"Yes." Hilda and Zelda said in unison.
"So, who's up for shopping?" Melissa asked, wrapping an arm around Sabrina and Emily's shoulders and directed them out of the front door. Onwards to a brighter future, and the road to recovery and forgiveness for all. Though, without anyone noticing, Melissa and Emily unknowingly developed a Heartless and Nobody symbol respectively.
(A/N: Hi. So, I'm sure you're wondering some things. Why is there lack of an actual body-swap plot? Why does this feel rushed? And did somebody else wrote this, given the wholesome vibes? Well, me and my co-author are here to answer those questions.
First of all, no, someone else didn't write this. My co-author and me both decided to go back to wholesome stuff, after getting into darker territories for the past two years and 30-something chapters, which part of it is due to personal stuff in our lives, COVID-19 forcing us to be cooped up for months back in 2020, and my co-author dealing with depression, which he's managing with antidepressants. Plus, we wanted to go back to wholesome vibes due to recent stuff happening in the world, and wanting to recapture the vibes from shows and movies we watched while growing up in the 2000s.
As for this feeling, and looking, like it was rushed, not really. Yes, I wanted to finish this, hence why some things seems like they're rushed. However, I've been working on this chapter for a month now, beginning back on April 1st and finishing today{May 7th, 2022 for people who read this after the date}, and the reason why it took me this long is because, along my writing schedule[which is from the afternoon to 6:00 in the evening], I also have work on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays and day program on Tuesdays and Fridays, and depending on when I get home on those days, I either have a chance to add more to this chapter, or I have to wait until the weekends.
Adding to the fact that I'm trying to not burn myself out, which would've delayed this a lot longer, plus other stuff that I have to do at the same time I'm planning on writing this, it's the reason why it took a month. So, for those who are concerned about me or wondering when I'll update The Critical Mew, plus for those who read my stories on Wattpad, here's your answer on where I've been for the past two months.
Now, to answer the lack of an actual body-swap plot. Funny thing is, we actually did planned to do the plot of the episode...when we first started this story, all the way back in 2019. However, thanks to everything we did in 2020 and 2021, where we made the the story progressively darker{Harvzilla was the biggest offender, but as we stated before, if they're going to have a kaiju, then we have to show the realistic situation and outcome of a kaiju attack}, we realized that we digged ourselves into a hole. No, we did worse than that: we shot ourselves in the foot. So, we decided to do another character analysis, so we can try and patch ourselves, and the story up. Along the way, we decided to bring back the wholesome vibes, because we need it.
Now, some of you are probably wondering: why did we call Cassandra, well, Portia in this chapter? Easy answer: that's her name in Friends Forever. At least, the original movie. Plus, the actual story, though she doesn't know her real name, or she doesn't care{We'll choose when we get to Secret Life}. The only reason why Aaron called her Cassandra in Friends Forever is because A.) he's an unreliable narrator{I mean, there are times where we have other characters point out things that don't match up with what Aaron claims in this story} and B.) he didn't know her name, so he dubbed her Cassandra.
Finally, to say something before we get people complaining about how Della dealt with Sabrina, know that it was written by the co-author, who, as we stated before, has depression. Not to mention that the both of us have other mental health issues. Me and my co-author have autism{which me and my family had found out that I have autism after I graduated high school. I was tested on the Aspergers spectrum when I was really young, but I'm guessing it wasn't at a level to document it as anything} and I have insomnia{which is somewhat managed by meds that kick my butt} and Absence seizures, which is caused by stress, lack of sleep, or a combo of both, both of them I was diagnosed with during my senior year of high school. Fortunately, I haven't have a major seizure since 2019{That was due to my old writing schedule, which was harmful to me back then. The one I've mentioned above is the new, beneficial schedule.}
Anyways, what I'm saying is, while we don't know what other people who has mental health problems would say to someone else who's going through the same thing, it's the fact that there are times where they need be told that there are other people who wants to help if they just allow others to do so. It's something that the both of us are still trying to do, given that we're not used to letting other people help us with stuff like this. But, hopefully, by writing this, we can help other people learn the same lesson and do it at their own pace.
Anyways, see you all soon.
P.S.: Excluding Interlude 6 and 7, the rest of the story is going to be wholesome. Just thought to let you all know that.)