In another facility deep within Latissa, the basement revealed a massive pool of the cloning goo, its eerie glow casting an otherworldly light on the surroundings. The Leading Amity Clone, Twisted Amity, and their group of Amity Clones entered the room, their expressions a mix of anticipation and curiosity.
As they approached the cloning goo, one of the Amelias couldn't contain her excitement, her voice eager. "I can't wait to see what this is going to do!"
With a shared sense of purpose, the Amity Clones began to immerse themselves in the cloning goo, the strange substance enveloping them as they submerged. The cloning process had begun.
However, amidst the activity, Twisted Amity's voice cut through the anticipation, her tone firm and unwavering. "I won't be going into the cloning goo and neither will your leader."
The Leading Amity Clone turned toward her alternate counterpart, confusion evident in her expression. "Why not? It's supposed to create more of us."
Twisted Amity's eyes bore into the Leading Amity Clone, her voice carrying a note of authority. "The clones need leaders, not just blindly empowered versions of themselves. I won't let our strength turn into chaos."
The Leading Amity Clone hesitated for a moment before nodding in reluctant agreement, recognizing the validity of Twisted Amity's point. As the Amity Clones continued to emerge from the goo, their transformed appearances reflected their altered power levels and heightened abilities.
As the cloning goo continued to work its transformative magic, more and more clones emerged from the substance, their forms altered and empowered by its effects. The room was gradually filling with the new versions of Amity, their expressions a mix of determination and anticipation.
Twisted Amity's voice cut through the atmosphere, her tone commanding as she addressed the growing group of clones. "Listen up, all of you. We have a purpose, a mission. We're not here just to be stronger versions of ourselves. We're here to change the fate of the Boiling Isles to our personal likings."
The clones' attention was fixed on Twisted Amity, their eagerness evident as they awaited her instructions.
"First, we'll ambush everyone in Bonesborough," Twisted Amity continued, her voice unwavering. "We'll strike when they least expect it, using our newfound powers to overwhelm them. Show them the strength we've gained, and make them fear us."
Nods of agreement rippled through the group of clones as they absorbed Twisted Amity's words, their loyalty to her and the shared goal apparent in their expressions.
Twisted Amity's presence radiated authority, her plans and intentions guiding the actions of the clones. The facility's atmosphere crackled with an energy of purpose, as the newly enhanced Amity Clones prepared to carry out their leader's instructions and seize control of their destiny.
Inside the Hexside Gym, Amity and Luz's groups converged, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. As Amity's group explained the presence of the alternate timeline Boscha, the significance of the situation began to unfold.
"Amity!" Luz greeted them, eagerly. "What happened? Did you find someone?
"And why are there two of Boscha?!" Willow shrieked, horrified as she leapt onto Hunter. This made Hunter blush a bit as he's grown fond of Willow during their time together.
Amity, her voice edged with a hint of frustration, recounted the encounter with the other Boscha. "We found her in the woods. She claims to be from an alternate timeline where the Boiling Isles were destroyed, not by Belos, but by someone else."
The alternate timeline Boscha stepped forward, her voice carrying a weight of sadness and resignation. "It's true. The Demon Realm is in ruins, and it wasn't Belos who caused it."
The room seemed to hold its breath as Amity's siblings, Edric and Emira, voiced the question that hung heavy in the air. "Are there any survivors?"
The alternate timeline Boscha's shudder was palpable, her voice low and haunted as she responded. "Only Eda's head, myself, and Hooty."
Gus, Willow, Hunter, and Luz exchanged concerned glances, their minds grappling with the concept of an alternate timeline and the fate of their counterparts.
Boscha's throat tightened, tears welling in her eyes as she spoke in a quivering voice. "And what about them?"
Gus warily asks, "What happens to us in that future?"
The alternate timeline Boscha's answer was heavy with a truth that sent a chilling wave through the room. "You... you're all gone. Dead."
Luz's heart sank at the confirmation, a profound guilt settling within her even though she didn't reveal the details at this moment. The weight of the alternate timeline's tragedy and the realization that her actions in her adventure in the Demon Realm may have shaped their future hung heavily over the group, leaving her to confront the reality of the multiverse's complexities and the consequences of her choices.
"Wait, dead?! That would've been our future?" Gus said, horrified. "I'm definitely staying in the Human Realm when this is over!"
"Even my daughter?" Camila said, gasping.
The weight of the alternate timeline's tragedy settled heavily over the group, leaving a somber atmosphere in its wake. Hooty's usually eccentric demeanor gave way to sympathy and sadness, his round eyes reflecting the emotions swirling in the room.
The Collector's stance softened, a rare display of empathy showing in his expression as he regarded the group with a more compassionate gaze.
In a mix of curiosity and caution, King's voice piped up with a question that bore the weight of morbid fascination. "Did you have anything to do with this?"
"King!" Eda sternly said, scolding him.
The alternate timeline Boscha's response was swift and honest, her tone carrying a mix of determination and dread. "The Collector was scared off during the Day of Unity. He didn't have a hand in this."
Lilith's analytical mind pieced together the puzzle, her voice steady as she deduced the tragic sequence of events. "So, the draining spell must've been conjured, and it destroyed us all."
The alternate timeline Boscha's expression shifted, her gaze distant as she corrected the assumption. "No, actually. The draining spell was never conjured. Belos was brutally murdered before the Day of Unity. He died long before it."
The revelation sent a shockwave through the room, the implications of Belos' early demise leaving the group grappling with the horrifying implications of a bigger threat than Belos.
"Dear Titan..." Alador said, worried. "Whoever this person is, he must've been more powerful than the Emperor!"
The hooded figure's curiosity didn't waver as he questioned the alternate timeline Boscha. "Who was it?"
The alternate timeline Boscha's gaze shifted toward Amity, a glare filled with accusation and resentment that spoke volumes before she even uttered a word.
"Mittens?" Alador said, heartbroken.
Amity's voice was incredulous, her tone laced with disbelief and defense. "What? No way. I would never do something like that."
"Yeah, Amity's my BFF!" Boscha said, sternly getting into her counterpart's face.
Alternate Timeline Boscha's expression remained unyielding, her voice sharp as she countered, "Oh, but she did. You should've seen her in my timeline. She broke my arms and legs in retaliation for me accidentally hurting her leg during that pick-up Grudgby game. And she said some things that I'll never forget."
Luz stepped forward, her voice firm and unwavering. "Amity wouldn't do that. There must be some kind of misunderstanding."
The alternate timeline Boscha's gaze held a fierce determination as she shot back, her words dripping with a bitter truth. "There's no misunderstanding. I've lived it. I've felt the pain, the betrayal."
Before any further discussion could unfold, a noise echoed in the background, pulling the group's attention away from their conversation and sparking a new sense of urgency and intrigue.
The Hooded Figure's instincts went on high alert as he sensed a presence approaching, a tingle at the back of his mind signaling the need for caution.
"Something's out there, we need to be prepared for anything." The Hooded figure said, determined.
Alador's abomination goo magic, Camila's "La Chancla," and The Hooded Figure's glowing green fists all poised for action as they readied themselves for whatever awaited them outside the gym's doors.
With a shared determination, the trio stepped out of the gym, prepared for anything that might come their way. However, their readiness was met with an unexpected sight—the Leading Amity Clone, standing before them.
"Stay sharp," The Hooded Figure said as he clenched his glowing fists, his voice edged with impatience.
Eda's frustration was palpable as she clenched her fists, her voice edged with impatience. "You again?"
Amity's groan of frustration echoed The Hooded Figure's sentiment, her annoyance clear as she addressed the clone. "This isn't the time, Other me!"
The unexpected encounter with the Leading Amity Clone added another layer of complexity to their already challenging situation, forcing them to confront the presence of an opposing force within their midst.
The tension in the air was palpable as the Leading Amity Clone made her threat, asserting her authority with a chilling confidence. "I have the place surrounded. Stand down, or I'll destroy Hexside."
Luz's annoyance was evident as her magic began to charge, her voice dripping with impatience. "And what army are you going to use?"
The Leading Amity Clone's response was a snap of her fingers, an ominous gesture that caused the doors of Hexside to swing open, revealing a sight that left everyone in the group stunned. The town of Bonesborough was swarmed with millions of Amelia Blights, Amity clones filling every available space.
Nervous tension gripped the group as they assessed the overwhelming numbers before them. In an awkward attempt to lighten the mood, Alador stumbled over his words, trying to taunt the army with a jest. "Did you plant tomatoes?"
"TOMATOES?!" The Leading Amity Clone said, loudly.
The Leading Amity Clone's laughter rang out, followed by the echoing laughter of the countless Amity clones. Camila and Alador exchanged nervous glances, realizing that their attempt at humor had only added to the tension, making the situation feel even more dire.
"Yeah, not a good time to be humorous, the Hooded Figure said, annoyed.
Chaos erupted as the Amity clones rushed forward, their numbers overwhelming the group with a barrage of magical attacks and physical force. Abomination goo tendrils lashed out, entangling their targets, while others closed in for physical attacks. The tension in the air was thick, and panic threatened to take hold.
However, amidst the chaos, the Hooded Figure's eyes blazed with determination. As a group of Amity clones closed in on him, he swiftly summoned his magic, conjuring ice beneath their feet. The sudden frost encased the clones in an icy prison, leaving them struggling to break free.
Despite the valiant efforts of Luz and Amity's group, the sheer numbers of their adversaries proved overwhelming. Faced with the relentless assault of magic and physical attacks, they found themselves forced into a tactical retreat, the overwhelming force of the Amity clones proving too much to handle at the moment. The Hooded Figure's actions had provided a brief respite, but it was clear that they were outmatched for the time being.
In the midst of the chaos, The Collector swiftly wielded his magic, turning the lockers into restraints to immobilize some of the charging clones. Meanwhile, Eda's transformation into her Harpy Form provided a means of escape for King, Camila, Lilith, and Alador. As she lifted them into the air and away from the turmoil, the group quickly realized that regrouping and strategizing were their best options.
The Hooded Figure continued to channel his energy, striking out with a green blast that knocked back several Amity clones, creating a momentary opening for the group. Amid the chaos, Amity, Luz, Hunter, Willow, and Gus recognized the chance to break away and regroup, and they quickly joined the two Boschas.
Their retreat was a necessary tactical decision as they faced the overwhelming might of the Amity clones. The air was tense with a sense of urgency as they focused on regaining their footing and planning their next move amidst the chaos that surrounded them.
Amidst the chaos, the Hooded Figure's voice cut through the turmoil as he called out to Eda. "Eda, let me on your back!"
Eda swiftly obeyed, shifting her form to allow the Hooded Figure to join her on her back. As he took hold of Amity, Luz, Hunter, Willow, and Gus, a plan began to form in his mind. "Fly to the ceiling, Eda!"
Alador watched with concern as Eda soared upward, carrying the group with her. "What are you doing?"
"Trust me, I've done this before." The Hooded Figure said.
The Boschas exchanged confused glances, unsure of the Hooded Figure's intentions. Their confusion only deepened as the Hooded Figure's powers surged to life, enveloping them in an ethereal glow. The room's walls and ceiling seemed to lose their solidity, becoming intangible as Eda passed through them unscathed.
As they emerged on the other side, the Amity clones were left bewildered by the sudden disappearance of their targets. Their confused murmurs filled the air as they struggled to make sense of what had just transpired.
"That... Did that just happen?" An Amelia said, confused.
"I think it did, and I don't think that was an ordinary Hexside Student." An Amelia said, confused.
As the confusion settled among the Amity clones, the Leading Amity Clone leaned against a wall, her skepticism clear in her expression. "They won't be fooled for long," she muttered, her voice dripping with doubt.
Her gaze shifted to the captured Hexside students, who were glaring at her with defiance and determination. The Leading Amity Clone's eyes narrowed as she met their gazes, a silent challenge passing between them. It was clear that her adversaries wouldn't remain in the dark for much longer, and her own confidence was beginning to waver in the face of their resilience.
The moment hung heavy with tension as the Leading Amity Clone's plans appeared to be unraveling faster than she had anticipated. With the students' determination and the unveiling of her true identity becoming inevitable, she was faced with the realization that the battle ahead would be far from easy.
The group found themselves in a safer space, at least temporarily, as they regrouped and caught their breaths. The Hooded Figure's strategy had given them a crucial advantage, leaving their adversaries momentarily puzzled by their escape.
Camila's brow furrowed in confusion as she took in the chaotic scene below. "What in the world is happening down there?"
Alador sighed, his tone weary. "It's a long story, Camila. Involves Amity accidentally cloning herself. I'll explain it all later."
The Hooded Figure adds in, "And it led to Luz cloning herself as well, so you have potentially millions of your daughter right now."
As the group surveyed the chaos unfolding throughout the town, it became clear that the Amity clones were rapidly spreading, ambushing every corner of Bonesborough. The sheer numbers of clones swarming the streets, alleys, and buildings was overwhelming, and the situation appeared to be growing more dire by the second.
Luz's voice carried a mix of urgency and concern as she addressed the group. "We can't let this go on. We have to find a way to stop them before they completely take over Bonesborough."
The Alternate Timeline Boscha's anger was palpable as she glared at Amity, blaming her for the chaos that had engulfed her timeline. "This is all your fault! Everything that happened in my timeline, the destruction, the suffering—it's all because of you!"
Gus, Hunter, Willow, Luz, and Boscha immediately stood up for Amity, their voices firm and united. "Hold on a second! Amity didn't do any of this intentionally. It's not fair to blame her for something that's clearly out of her control," Gus asserted.
"How do you know that for sure?" The Alternate Timeline Boscha scoffed.
Hunter nodded in agreement. "Hello? We know her better than do, apparently. She would never cause this much damage. She's not responsible for what's going on."
Willow's expression was resolute as she added, "We're all in this together, trying to figure out what's happening and how to stop it."
Luz's voice was filled with conviction as she said, "Amity's one of us, and we stand by each other. Blaming her won't solve anything."
The Alternate Timeline Boscha's anger was still present at this moment, but the Hooded Figure stepped up as he said, "You can't turn against your friends in a time like this, Boscha. That doesn't do anyone any favors."
"I've been down that road before." Alador sighed, thinking about an old friend of his from his teen years.
Boscha, despite her usual attitude, also chimed in. "Look, whatever happened, blaming Amity isn't the answer. We need to focus on stopping these clones and figuring out who's behind all of this."
The rooftop was rocked by a sudden explosion as a magical fireball impacted, leaving a smoking crater behind. The group quickly moved to avoid the attack, their hearts racing from the close call. Their attention shifted upward to see Twisted Amity standing before them, her presence radiating malevolence.
"You!" The Hooded Figure said, angrily.
Twisted Amity's voice dripped with sadistic delight as she addressed them. "Actually, that WAS me."
The sinister grin that twisted her features sent shivers down their spines. Amity's gaze locked onto her alternate self, a mixture of shock and horror on her face as she gulped. This is the threat they were facing! Her own worst enemy!
Twisted Amity's gaze shifted to Amity, her eyes gleaming with a sinister intent. "And you, thanks to Odalia..."
The mention of her mother's involvement sent a chill down Amity's spine, and the implications of Twisted Amity's words weighed heavily on her. The others shared Amity's horror, their faces mirroring a mixture of fear and disbelief as they looked upon this twisted version of Amity. The Hooded Figure's gaze, however, was etched with a burning hatred as he glared at Twisted Amity, his fists clenched in readiness.
"You're making a BIG. MISTAKE." The Hooded Figure glared.
The tension in the air was palpable as the group faced the very embodiment of their nightmare, uncertain of what twisted plans she had in store for them.