The Owl House: A Titan's Echo
Disclaimer: I do not own The Owl House, just the Oc characters.
Author note:
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I hope you enjoy the story
Prologue:
In the heart of the bustling urban town of Gravesfield, nestled within the winding halls of Gravesfield High School, students shuffled through crowded hallways, lost in their school routine.
In the midst of the bustling school day, where lockers slammed shut and the echoes of youthful chatter reverberated through the corridors, there was a curious sight of a shaggy, gingered-haired boy with freckles along the bridge of his nose sitting upside down in his chair outside the principal's office. Clad in an orange hoodie and dark jeans, he leisurely read a magazine to pass the time as he waits to be picked up
"Hey, Oscar." A voice greets him as he peeks out from under the magazine with his blue coloured eyes, seeing a tan-skinned Dominican-American girl with golden-brown eyes and dark purplish-brown hair kept in slightly messy pixie cut. The girl holding a witch doll and a green snake in her hands that darted its tongue out curiously.
"Hey Luz, what'd you do this time?" Oscar asked, unphased by the strange girl's antics.
"Brought snakes to school for my book report, you?" Luz replied.
"Painted all the mice in the biology lab and released them throughout the school." Oscar casually admits as a pink mouse scurries past them, leaving behind pink paw prints.
"Aww." Luz said with a mix of amusement and sympathy before heading into the principal's office. "Well, wish me luck."
"Bad luck." Oscar says jokingly as Luz shuts the door behind her, Oscar letting out a bored sigh as he tosses the magazine onto a nearby coffee table, chuckling humouredly as he watches students run past him screaming with snakes in their hair. His smirk fading as he sees a familiar pair of boots approach him, Oscar glancing up to see a slightly overweight man with a brown Mustache and a police uniform glance down at the boy with a disapproving look. Oscar sighing as he sits up properly as he address the cop.
"Hey, John."
The officer raised an eyebrow, unamused. "Oscar, do you have any idea how many calls I've received today about mice and snakes infesting the school?"
"Snakes weren't my doing, just the mice." Oscar clarified unapologetically as the scruffy-haired boy gives the cop an easy-going smirk. The police officer pinching the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to argue further with the mischievous teenager as another student runs past with a snake biting her face.
"It does seem a little more…spontaneous compared to your other pranks." Officer John admitted begrudgingly, watching the fleeing student before letting out a sigh, "Come on, I'll drop you off at your mothers."
Oscar followed Officer John through the chaotic hallways where students continued to shriek and scatter in panic, their faces a mix of shock and amusement. As they navigated through the commotion, Oscar couldn't help but chuckle, earning a disapproving glance from Officer John.
They finally reached the parking lot, where John's police car was parked. The officer unlocked the car and gestured for Oscar to get in. The officer started the car, the sirens blaring as they pulled out of the lot and drove through the suburban streets.
As they approached a quiet residential street, Officer John pulled up to a modest house with a neatly maintained front yard where inside, a woman with long ginger hair washes the dishes in her home, occasionally staring out her window to watch the flowers on her windowsill peacefully blow in the breeze until the sight of red and blue lights flashed outside her house that was soon followed by a knock on her front door, making the woman let out an exhausted sigh as she drops the dishes in the sink. The woman drying her hands as she walks out her kitchen and up to the door, opening it to show officer John with his hand resting on Oscar's shoulder.
"Martha," John greeted with a nod.
"Hello, John," Martha responded, then looked down at her son. "What did he do this time?"
"The school's biology mice are repainting the halls," John declared flatly, handing Oscar over to his mother.
"Thank you, John. I'll take care of it," Martha assured him, planting a quick kiss on the officer's cheek. "You coming over for dinner tonight?"
"Not tonight. I'm on an all-nighter. There's a woman seen rummaging through people's trash," John replied.
"Alright, remember to be careful." Martha urged, waving John off as he returned to his car, Martha gently closed the door behind him and took a moment before turning to her son, seeing him slouched on the living room couch, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.
"Want to explain what happened?" Martha prompted, but Oscar remained stubbornly silent. She sighed and crossed the room, her arms folded as she fixed him with a stern look. "Oscar."
"A new substitute with a superiority complex," Oscar mumbled with a scoff, avoiding eye contact with his mother. When he saw her unyielding stare, he groaned and pulled out a small bronze sphere from his pocket. The sphere was covered with lines and symbols etched into its metallic surface.
Martha's expression softened as she noticed the object. "She took this off me," Oscar admitted quietly.
"…I see." Martha acknowledged in a gentler tone as Oscar tucked the sphere back into his pocket. "Well, keep it in the house from now on." She tried to maintain her composure. "And no more pranks at school."
"So anywhere but school is fine?" Oscar inquired with a hint of mischief.
"Wha-No! you know what I mean." Martha retorted, shaking her head in exasperation. "You're always pushing boundaries, Oscar," She began, frustration evident in her voice. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you cause?"
Oscar rolled his eyes and folded his arms, a defiant expression on his face. "It's just a bit of fun, Mom. It's not like I'm doing anything dangerous."
"It's not just about being dangerous!" Martha's voice rose. "It's about respect and responsibility. The trouble you cause affects everyone around you. You think it's funny, but it disrupts the school, the teachers, and the students. And the substitute teacher could very well use this to get you in even more trouble if she makes a complaint to the Principle."
"She had it coming!" Oscar argued, his voice filled with anger. "She's been bullying others besides me."
"That's still no excuse for your behaviour!" Martha shouted angrily. "You can't just lash out and expect there to be no consequences. This isn't how you handle things!"
"Dad would've understood!" Oscar snapped, his words hanging in the air like a bombshell. The room fell into a heavy silence as Martha stared at her son in shock, her anger momentarily giving way to hurt.
Oscar's defiant posture crumbled as he realized what he'd just said. He looked down, guilt replacing his anger. "I didn't mean that," he mumbled, his voice breaking slightly.
"…Go to your room." Martha ordered, her voice strained with emotion. The weight of Martha's words hung heavily in the air as Oscar retreated to his room, the door slamming shut behind him with a resounding echo.
Alone in the living room, Martha rubbed her temples, trying to suppress the overwhelming mix of frustration and grief that threatened to engulf her.
"Why didn't I send him to camp with Camila's girl?" she lamented, questioning her choices. The image of the framed family photo on the nearby shelf caught her eye, the sunlight conveniently obscuring the face of Oscar's father. Martha let out a sigh, her gaze shifting back to the framed photograph. "What am I supposed to do with him now?" She asks the photo, unaware that Oscar strained to hear his mother's words.
Leaning against the closed door, Oscar's scowl deepened as he glares down at the floor, clutching the sphere in his pocket before looking up towards his window and comes to a decision. After a moment of contemplation, Martha took a deep breath to steel herself, knowing she had to apologize, mustering the courage to approach Oscar's room and knocking gently.
"Oscar, can I come in?" Marth, getting silence as her response, "Oscar? She calls out again, slowly turning the doorknob and peeking inside, gasping when she finds the room empty, "Oscar!" She, noticing that Oscar's window was wide open, curtains billowing in the evening breeze.
Unbeknownst to her, Oscar was already roaming the familiar streets of Gravesfield, kicking a pebble along the path as his eyes were hidden beneath his unruly ginger hair. The sound of barking and laughter snapped him out of his misery, drawing his attention to a group of older kids near a convenience store where a dog, leashed to a post outside the store, whimpered and cowered under the onslaught of the teens taunts.
Oscar's gaze hardened as he watched the teens entered the store, Without a second thought, Oscar approached the frightened animal, kneeling beside it. The dog sniffed his hand cautiously before allowing itself to be comforted by the gentle strokes of Oscar's hand as the dog wagged its tail in gratitude. Oscars giving it a reassuring smile before his gaze shifted towards the entrance of the convenience store as he smirks mischievously, deciding to teach the troublemakers a lesson.
Once the group of older teens emerged from the convenience store, slushies and snacks in hand, they remained blissfully unaware of the harmless piece of string strategically placed across the path while Oscar remained hidden behind a nearby trash bin with a grin. With an oblivious step, a teen tripped over the hidden trap, triggering a placed tarp that loomed ominously above the store entrance as it came loose and tipped a cascade of sparkling water balloons that rained down onto the teens, soaking the unsuspecting troublemakers from head to toe with water and glitter.
Chaos ensued as the now glamoured teens yelped and scrambled, their slushies abandoned in a futile attempt to evade the unexpected downpour. Oscar cackling to himself at the successful prank, accidently gaining their attention as the teens glare at Oscar.
"Uh-oh." Oscar utters, knocking over the trash bin as he quickly ducks into an alley to make an escape.
"Get him!" Oscar hears a teen shout as he turns back to see them chasing after him, pursuing him down the alley. Oscar's heart pounded with adrenaline as he sprinted through the narrow alley with a grin, the echoes of his cackling mingling with the enraged shouts of the glitter-soaked teens behind him as they left behind a trail of glitter.
As Oscar reached the end of the alley, a wooden fence blocked his escape. Panic flashed across his face. Thinking quickly, Oscar jumped onto a nearby trash can, knocking it over and using it as a makeshift platform to leap off the alley wall and over the fence. Leaving the pursuing teens to crash against the barrier.
"Go around! Go around!" one of the teens ordered, and they hurriedly retraced their steps down the alley. Oscar chuckled at his successful evasion, casually strolling away and stepping onto the sidewalk.
Just as he let out a sigh of relief before seeing the teens rounding the corner on their bikes. "There!" One shouts.
"Oh, come on!" Oscar muttered, breaking into a run again, attempting to outpace the bikes. The chase continued through the winding streets of Gravesfield, with Oscar making a beeline for the Gravesfield Graveyard. He vaulted over the locked gate, the teens close on his tail.
The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the graveyard. Oscar sprinted across the field of graves, his breath quickening. He slid behind a large headstone, attempting to catch his breath as the pursuing teens rolled into the cemetery, scanning the area for Oscar. However, the atmosphere shifted abruptly when the telltale red and blue lights illuminated the graveyard, accompanied by the unmistakable wail of a siren. Panic flickered in Oscar's eyes as he realized that his antics had attracted the attention of a certain law enforcement officer.
"It's the cops! Forget about him, let's get out of here!" one of the teens urged as the pursuing teens scattered just as a flashlight beams in the distance, leaving behind only Oscar and the approaching Officer John.
The beam of a flashlight cut through the darkness, and Officer John's authoritative voice called out, "Oscar, I know it's you. Nobody else in this town has that many water balloons and glitter on hand."
Oscar let out an irritated groan, his eyes narrowing as he tried to concoct an escape plan. Unbeknownst to him, a puddle of dark blue liquid was forming at his feet, seeping from the cracks in the soil.
"Come on, Oscar! Come out now, and I won't tell your mother!" Officer John shouted through the graveyard before a sudden flash of white caught the officer's attention, and he directed his flashlight towards the source. The light illuminated the tombstone where Oscar had taken refuge, revealing that it was now eerily empty.
Elsewhere, in a dimly lit cave, Oscar is seen laying in the center of a crater, surrounded by drying blue liquid. Groggily opening his eyes, he sat up and rubbed his head in discomfort as he glances around, observing his surroundings and briefly catching a glimpse of the drying liquid before it mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Getting his bearings, Oscar rose to his feet and navigated through the rocky terrain of the cave, the cave's interior being a labyrinth of rocky passages and uneven terrain. Oscar navigated carefully, his hands tracing the cold, damp walls. The distant echoes of water droplets echoed through the cavern. He skilfully avoided deep recesses and crevices that threatened to ensnare him. Eventually, a soft glow caught his attention, a light at the end of the tunnel.
Stepping out of the cave, Oscar found himself in a snowy forest. Confusion crossed his face as he glanced around, feeling the brisk cold and holding himself tightly to stay warm. Trudging through the thick layer of snow, he entered the forest, arriving at the edge of a cliff. There, he stared out beyond the horizon, only to go wide-eyed in horror. Before him loomed a gigantic skull with horns, its large mass eclipsing the setting sun.
Authors Note: This is just a sample of my Owl House story to introduce my new writing style and to introduce Oscar, giving you an idea of what he's like. Also keep in mind that I used Plot cards to give ideas in which direction the story should go, one of which was 'Love-Triangle' something I'm not used to writing so you've been warned.
The story will follow the show from season 1 but I'll be adding Oscar's own adventures as well as things that are happing behind the scenes of Luz's story, just so it doesn't feel like I'm just copying episode by episode but that won't happen until a few chapters in, speaking of which I may skip certain episodes if there not important.
Another thing I want to note is that I wrote the graveyard scene before it was revealed that the Titans blood was hidden there so I'm fairly proud of myself.