#blue eyed anne boonchuy

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Amphibia AU: Blooms of Calamity- Ideas and Concepts

Storyline/Plot: After discovering the Calamity Box, Anne and her friends are transported to Amphibia, but with a bit of a twist; They gain special, magical cosmic-like flower powers...

(The AU also features a lot of wholesome Sashannarcy moments between Anne, Sasha and Marcy, and sibling-like moments.)

Characters:

Anne Boonchuy

Gender: Female

Age: 12-13 years old

Appearance/Looks: Tall, yet a bit shortish, has long fluffy, flowing bushy ginger-brownish colored hair, her eyes a beautiful blue, sapphire gleam. Her hair blooms with beautiful, glowing sapphire light blue colored flowers and roses, wear's a yellow colored high top sneaker on her right foot, but only wears a baggy sock on her left one...Always wears a baggy blue and blue striped hoodie jacket with yellow cat ears on.

Likes: K-Pop Music, Flowers, Nature, Frog's, Chinese Food, Hanging out with her two best friends, Marcy and Sasha, Exploring, Movies and her Parents, along with her pet cat, Domino, working at her parents Thai restaurant, 'Thai Go', Dancing, Singing.

Personality: Anne's personality in this AU is a bit different from the original show's: She is known as a very adventurous, kind-hearted, sweet, lovable, and nature-loving person. Always wanting to help others, she is known for her energy and enthusiasm to be almost like a hero!

Powers/Abilities: The types of powers Anne has are very interesting, she is able to make the flowers blooming in her hair change color and appearance with different emotions she feels, example; When being happy, the flowers in her hair change to a light greenish hue, and morph into sun flower-like states! She also has the ability to summon vines from her palms and feet, and use them like whips. She also has a bit of her own calamity powers in this Alternate Universe, (But I'll be saving that for some other time when I come up with more ideas for her Calamity Form.) Anne also has another ability, such as being able to speak to plant's and animals through telepathy

Fun Fact: The Anne in my AU loves to play the ukulele, which is why she her parents got her one on her 13th birthday!

Marcy Regina Wu

Age: 12-13 years old

Gender: Female

Appearance/Looks: Marcy is a bit shorter then Anne and Sasha, but almost as tall as the two, she is seeing always wearing a baggy grey hoodie jacket on, baggy shorts, and brown shoes on her feet for clothing...Her eyes, just as Anne, have a faint gleam, colored dark green. She also wears a small tiny pin in her hair, that she was gifted from by her parents, her hair is a beautiful blackish color, as dark as coal. Has round circle shaped glasses on her face, her entire face covered in adorable brown freckles. Her hair is actually very long and photogenetic without her hair clip on, but she's a bit too self conscious to show it to people...Hair bloom's in beautiful glowing dark greenish flowers, shining with diamonds and white spots.

Personality: Shy, adorable, silly, goofy and clumsy, yet innocent and naive. Though, despite her anxieties, Marcy is true to her heart, and will try her best to do the right things in the end, even if it causes her to get hurt.

Likes: Video Games, Fantasy-Based RPG Games, Pepperoni Pizza, Fast Food, Chocolate, Researching Flowers and Plants, Sunny Days, Hanging out with Anne and Sasha, Mint Ice cream, Getting Hugs.

Fun Fact: Marcy has had a huge crush on Anne and Sasha ever since she was a little kid, and she still has ever since. Though, she's not sure how to tell them how she feels about them...

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WELCOME TO THE

💕ANIMATED MAIN PROTAGONIST GIRL BATTLE💕

Or AMPGB

@amgpb-animatedgirlies because I did it wrong

These are the brackets!

Battle Lineups are listed below the cut. Round 1 will be starting soon! Keep it up girlies💕!

BRACKET 1

Ruby Rose (RWBY) VS Bloom (Winx Club)

Tulip Olsen (Infinity Train S1) VS Madeline (Madeline)

Princess Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) VS Princess Unikitty (Unikitty!)

Juniper Lee (The Life and Times of Juniper Lee) VS Blue (Blue’s Clues)

Molly McGee (The Ghost and Molly McGee) VS Angelina Jeanette Mouseling (Angelina Ballerina)

Bluey Christine Heeler (Bluey) VS Reggie (Twelve Forever)

Raven Queen (Ever After High) VS Tuca (Tuca and Bertie)

Bertie (Tuca and Bertie) VS Doc McStuffins (Doc McStuffins)

Maisy Mouse (Maisy Mouse) VS Eliza Thornberry (The Wild Thornberrys)

Maya (Maya and The Three) VS Carol (Carol and the End of The World)

Samantha Simpson (Totally Spies) VS Lunella Lafayette (Moon Girl and The Devil Dinosaur)

Princess Tiabeanie Mariabeanie de la Rochambeau Grunkwitz, AKA Bean (Disenchantment) VS Princess Rapunzel (Tangled: the Animated Series)

Clawdeen Wolf (Monster High Gen3) VS Ms. Frizzle (The Magic School Bus)

Hilda (Hilda) VS Cybersix (Cybersix)

Grace Monroe (Infinity Train S3) VS Dora (Dora the Explorer)

Adora (She-Ra and the Princess of Power) VS Draculaura (Monster High Gen2)

BRACKET 2

Jenny Wakeman, AKA XJ-9 (My Life as a Teenage Robot) VS Blossom (The Powerpuff Girls)

Kim Possible (Kim Possible) VS Iris, AKA Princess of Ephedia (LoliRock)

Anne Boonchuy (Amphibia) VS Barbie Roberts (Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse)

Bee (Bee and Puppycat) VS Fionna (Fionna and Cake)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House) VS Lake (Infinity Train S2)

Cleopatra (Cleopatra in Space) VS Zuri Love (Young Love)

Strawberry Shortcake (Strawberry Shortcake 2003 Series) VS Sabrina Spellman (Sabrina the Teenage Witch: The Animated Series)

Princess Star Butterfly (Star Vs The Forces of Evil) VS Mandy (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy)

Frankie Stein (Monster High Gen1) VS Harriet M. Welsch (Harriet the Spy)

Penny Proud (The Proud Family) VS Marinette Dupain-Cheng, AKA Ladybug (Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

Pomni (The Amazing Digital Circus) VS Will Vandoom (W.I.T.C.H.)

Ruby (Max and Ruby) VS Kipo (Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts)

Princess Sofia (Sofia the First) VS Avatar Korra (The Legend of Korra)

Miko Kubota (Glitch Techs) VS Jane (Jane and the Dragon)

Aja Tarron (3Below) VS Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego)

Sharon Spitz (Brace Face) VS ENA (ENA)

ANIME BRACKET

Utena Tenjou (Revolutionary Girl Utena) VS Violet Evergarden (Violet Evergarden)

Usagi Tsukino, AKA Sailor Moon (THe Adventures of Sailor Moon) VD Liena Vance (Queen’s Blade)

Ahiru (Princess Tutu) VS Amu Hinamori (Shugo Chara!)

Fuuko Izumo (Undead Unluck) VS Ichigo Momomiya (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Eva Wei, AKA Molly (Ōban Star-Racers) VS Mizu (Blue Eyed Samurai)

Lina Inverse (Slayers) VS Atsuko Karagi, AKA Akko (Little Witch Academia)

Akame ga Kill (Akame ga Kill!) VS Maomao (The Apothecary Diaries)

Yona (Yona of the Dawn) VS Aino Megumi, AKA Cure Lovely (Happiness Charge Precure)

Keep it up girlies💕!

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Save The Last Dance

I told y’all it’d be done by today and by today it is done. I’m pretty proud of this honestly, this being my first fanfic and all. I’ve written things and stories before but never a whole ass fanfic.

This was inspired by Darcy’s comment about Marcy being trapped, the leaked image of the three girls dancing, and me going, ‘That looks cool and all, but you know what would really be cool?’

I wrote this over a day to take my mind off my mom being in the hospital so, like, don’t expect Shakespeare or anything.

Anyway, here’s my very first fanfic: A Sashannarcy piece about saving Marcy called ‘Save The Last Dance.’

Words: 11.2k

The throne room of Newtopia castle had been all but destroyed.

The once mighty columns holding up the mosaiced ceiling had been cracked and broken, the floor was littered with impact craters and rubble, and the throne had been reduced to a pile of molten slag slowly dripping down the stairway like a metallic river. The once proud and storied stained-glass windows had been shattered to a one, revealing a nice view of the battle happening outside as both the forces of earth and amphibia fought against Andrias and his robot armies.

None of that mattered to the three figures who stood panting and exhausted in the center of the room, covered in bruises and open wounds and fighting to remain standing. Anne Boonchuy and Sasha Waybright didn’t see anything else, not the broken bits of robot all over the place, not the battle outside, and not even themselves. All they could see was the defeated girl laying in front of them, trying desperately to get out of the binding that held her down.

Marcy.

To know that this was what happened to her, to know some monster was playing around in her skin and speaking with her voice while the real Marcy was locked away in some deep dark part of the mindscape was absolutely heartbreaking.

But that red eyed beast was about to be sent packing if everything went according to plan.

“Alright… Okay,” Sasha panted, using the broken end of her blue heron sword to remain upright, her other hand pressed hard against her newly ruined right eye. She was exhausted, fighting her way up here with Anne through an entire army of robots, and then having a battle against one of her best friends was not something she ever wanted to do again. “We got her, I think?”

“You’ll die for this! You’ll both die for this!” The Core, they refused to acknowledge the bastardized version of their friends name it chose, raged from the floor. It had been tied down with a mixture of its own mecha-tendrils and specialty rope that Anne had brought up. “We’ll kill you for this, we’ll kill everyone for this!”

“We heard you the first time, shut up already.” Anne grumbled, sitting on the ground as she tried, and failed, to ignore the horrible pain coming from her left arm. It was still glowing completely blue even after leaving Calamity mode and she didn't want to think about what that meant. “You got the stuff?”

Sasha grunted an affirmative, and then just kept standing there still as a statue. The Cores' mad rantings and threats of bloody vengeance continued in the background.

“You gonna get it?” Anne asked from her place on the floor.

Sasha stayed still for a few more seconds before replying. “My limbs feel like lead weights. I haven’t felt this tired since I started battle training.”

“-Kill your families! Do you hear me? We’ll make you watch the life drain from their eyes and-”

“I literally can’t move my muscles.” Sasha said finally turning her head with a groan to face Anne. “Can you grab it?”

Anne was too tired to respond, she just shuffled her way closer to Sasha and reached for her back pocket.

“Left side.”

“-burn this whole city to the ground! We’ll salt the very earth around it and-”

“Thanks' Sash.” Anne pulled out a small vial of glowing green liquid and held it. Anne forced herself to sit upright and began turning the vial over in her hands nervously, the blue glow of her right arm contrasting well with the green liquid inside.

“You sure Valerianna and Maddie know what they’re doing?” Sasha asked, trying to be heard over the ranting Villain in front of them.

“-laugh as your world is consumed piece by piece! I’ll raise an army to conquer the rest of the Multiverse and finally sink the Boiling Isles into the sea. You-”

“Oh my god, will you shut the hell up already.” Sasha yelled out at the struggling god computer possessing her friend. When the battle began, its threats and taunts had been terrifying and enraging. It hurt to hear such hurtful and vile things come out of Marcy’s mouth with Marcy’s voice.

Now Sasha was just annoyed by the glorified calculator. You can only hear so many threats against your life, your city, and your world in the span of one hour before it becomes tiring.

Anne tried to shrug, but gave up with a pained wince. “I… don’t know. Neither of them had ever done a spell this powerful before, Valerianna even said she didn’t know if this would work or not, so who even knows?”

Sasha just sighed. “That’s not helpful.”

“I know.”

“We’re still gonna save her right?”

“Yep.”

“Oh, We’re sorry?” Finally, the Core stopped raging like a spoiled child. Now the demonic computer possessing their friend just stared at them, ten demonic red eyes looking straight at them. The Core began laughing, doubling over on the floor as it did so. “You’re going to save our hosts' mind? Is that what we’re hearing correctly?”

“Shut up Skynet.” Anne said from her place on the floor. “... But yeah, we’re gonna.”

The Core just smirked at them, Anne wanted to beat it off of them and would wear it not for the fact it was possessing the body of her best friend and crush. “We’ll admit, we’re curious. How exactly are you going to go about this?”

Anne simply held up the green vial.

The Core just stared at them and the vial, red eyes swiveling about as it looked. Finally, the central three eyes widened and a true smile spread across its face.

“You’re not actually going into Our mindscape, are you?”

Sasha and Anne glared at the thing wearing their friend's body.

“Oh, ohhh. You are.” The core seemed almost pleased as it just laid down on the floor. “You’re both more than welcome to try! It’s not like there’s anything you can actually do.”

Anne wanted to yell at the thing, scream until her throat went raw. But she had a job to do. Ever so carefully, she stood up off the ground and walked over to Sasha. The blonde warrior nodded and, with a wince and a pained expression, somehow stood up straight.

“So uh, how bad is it?” She asked Anne, looking at her in the eyes. Sasha’s right eye was just gone, a massive and fresh slice over it that, had the situation not been so dire, Anne would say almost looked like Grime and Beatrix’s wounded eyes. She’d probably enjoy the comparison, maybe.

“Yep.” Anne said, giving a nod. “Still hot.”

“Haha-ow!” Sasha stopped laughing with a pained grimace, holding her chest and squeezing her eye shut in pain. “Laughing hurt’s still. Let’s do this before we both die.”

“Yes please, we’re dying to see how this turns out.” The core snarked from the floor.

Anne and Sasha moved over to it and Anne lifted its head and shoved the potion into its mouth until every last drop was swallowed.

The Core looked at the two of them, and then for a brief moment all ten of its eyes glowed a brilliant emerald.

**********

Anne opened her eyes.

Or at least, she thought she did. A vast nothingness stretched as far as she could see, so dark and black she thought her eyes remained shut.

Anne stood on, well, nothing as her senses slowly returned to her. Her arm no longer felt like it was boiling from the inside, and all her injuries seemed to have vanished. She was no longer clad in her scavenged Newtopian armor, remaining only in her old school uniform which seemed to have vanished itself of all the wear, tear, and grime of traveling Amphibia.

She stood, surrounded by nothing, as if she had never traveled worlds in the first place.

She looked down.

She still had only one shoe.

“Oh come on!” She yelled out in frustration.

“Anne? Is that you?” Sasha’s voice came out from behind her and she whirled around. Sasha stood in the armor she’d worn when they first reunited in Amphibia. Brown scale mail and a single oversized pauldron with a torn cape. Her swords seemed to be missing as well. Just like Anne, all the injuries and dirt from Amphibia had disappeared leaving her looking even cleaner than she had been that night all those months ago.

‘And prettier.’ Her mind supplied unhelpfully as she turned her head away to hide the blush forming.

“Did we,” She coughed and looked back up at Sasha, the blonde having both her eyes in this weird abyss. “Did we do it right?”

“Pretty sure.” Sasha said, taking a few tentative steps on the nothing around them to walk forward. “The weird Newt lady said it would take us past the minds of the rest of the Core to where Marcy is. And I don't see any weird Andri-ass clones running around.”

“I also don’t see Marcy.” Anne responded as she began turning all over, trying to see anything.

“You losing hope on me Boonchuy?'' Sasha asked with a small smirk.

Anne chuckled. “No… just wanting this all to be over with.”

“Yeah.” Sasha said, the smirk fading off her face. “Me too.”

“Should we, should we walk or something?” Anne gestured to the abyss around them. Vast blackness stretched forever and ever onward in every direction she looked. Not a single hint of anything.

“What else can we do?” Sasha asked as she walked towards Anne, her steps coming more and more confidently as she got used to walking on, well, nothing at all.

Anne walked with her. Both of them determined to save their friend… and dreading what they may find.

Anne’s hand came down to hold Sasha’s. Her fingers interlocking with the blonde’s as they walked forward. Sasha squeezed her hand in response.

Both walked forward in silence.

The silence lasted all of ten minutes before they tried filling the void with some semblance of conversation.

“-Still can’t believe that I did that. I mean, selling Sprig for some pizza dough? Wasn’t cool in retrospect.”

“Sounds funny to me.” Sasha responded with a chuckle. “Plus, pizza is bomb.”

“Would’ve at least been less stupid if we got an actual pizza out of it, but no. The stupid tomato ate all the ingrdients.” Anne complained, her voice echoing in the darkness.

“How’d you even get out of a tomato plant’s stomach?”

“Oh, we ate our way out.” Anne said casually.

Sasha began wheezing at that, her shoulders shaking from how much laughter was trying to come out all at once. “You ate- You ate your way out!?” Sasha squeezed Anne's hand tight as she laughed. It wasn’t even the act itself that was so hilarious to her, but the nonchalant way Anne said it that caused tears to form at her eyes and threaten to spill out.

“I can’t believe that-”

“Door ahead.”

Sasha’s head whipped up at Anne’s statement, all humor gone in an instant as she looked at what Anne was talking about.

It stood out all the more from how black and empty everything else was. It was a pair of double doors, just like St. James had. Dark teal metal, shining chrome handles and plating, and simple plexiglass for windows. The only oddity about the doors, other than it being a pair of doors in the middle of an abyss, where the heavy looking chains wrapped all around it.

They were thick and dark iron chains, seeming to glow with an inner orange light that wrapped around the doors dozens and dozens of times. A massive, complicated lock stood in the dead center of the nest of chains. A massive, glowing red demonic eye stared out from the lock.

Anne and Sasha tensed and readied themselves to start fighting off holograms or phantoms, or for some ethereal alarm to go off and cause this whole plan to fall apart around them, but nothing happened. The eye just stood still, unblinking.

“Does it not see us or something?” Anne asked tensely.

Sasha began walking side to side, her eyes never leaving the lock. The demonic eye followed her every movement, and whenever she stood still it would start looking between her and Anne.

“Why isn’t it… doing anything?” Anne asked as Sasha walked back over to her, the eye following her all the way.

“Maybe it’s as shittily designed as the rest of the Core.” Sasha said, staring down the unblinking red eye. Her mind ran a mile a minute, trying to understand. This was all the defense that Marcy’s prison had: An eye that did nothing but watch them and lock a door?

There was something else going on here and she wasn’t looking forward to it.

Anne starred, and her mind drifted back to the last words the Core spoke before they went into the mindscape.

‘You’re both more than welcome to try! It’s not like there’s anything you can do.’

“Maybe it doesn’t care.”

Sasha looked over at Anne, her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Anne gestured to the locked door and the eye. “Maybe the Core doesn’t care what we do because it thinks nothing we do will matter. It said as much when we went in here.”

“Not like there's anything…” Sasha whispered before growling in anger and stomping over to the Core’s Eye. She snarled as she poked a finger right in the glowing red pupil. “Listen here you Instrumentality knock-off bitch! Me and Anne are going in there, we’re going to rescue Marcy, we’re going to get out of here, and then we’re going to kick your ass and then Andrias’s ass! Do you hear me!” She yelled at the ethereal lock.

Naturally, the eye remained silent. Because it was an eye.

Sasha turned towards Anne. “Do your glowy dragonball thing and let’s get in there.”

Anne walked forward till she was in front of the lock and beside Sasha. Her left hand raised till her palm was in front of the eye while her right hand grabbed Sasha’s.

Anne closed her eyes and her world went blue once more. She entered her Calamity form and opened her eyes, staring right into whatever the Core had instead of a soul.

“Open.” she spoke with a voice not her own

The red eye rolled back till the pupil disappeared, the lock growing smaller and smaller as it did till it disappeared with a rather anticlimactic pop. The chains began to unravel and burn away, disappearing to wherever the lock went to as it did.

The door stood chainless, ready to be opened.

“Whatever happens in there Sash.” Anne said, turning towards the Blonde warrior. Anne squeezed Sash’s hand, finding comfort from her presence. “Whatever we find, I’ve got your back Commander.”

Sasha wanted to try and diffuse the tension with a joke about the Commander part, or Anne’s glowy anime powers, or even how their hands were still entwined and it made her heart do all sorts of jumps.

Instead, she just smiled at the girl who was, alongside Marcy, her best friend. Her rock.

Her everything.

“I’ll always have yours, Anne.”

Together, ready for whatever horrors awaited them, the two girls opened the doors and stepped inside.

**********

Whatever they were expecting, it certainly wasn’t this.

“Anne?”

“Yeah Sash?”

“Why does the evil mind prison Marcy’s trapped in look like our middle school?”

Indeed, as the doors closed behind them, Anne and Sasha looked out at what was quite clearly the second hallway leading towards the gymnasium of St. James Middle School. The familiar green lockers stood flanking each side just like they remembered. Anne could pick out Vince’s from a mile away, various Rock N’ Roll carvings all over it. In Mrs. Jenkins science class, the familiar smells of her lab wafting from the open door were just like they remembered.

It was all the more disturbing from the familiarity. The green lockers felt like the jaws of vicious predators just waiting to open and devour them, the ceiling felt both miles away and also inches away, each tile seemed like a trap waiting to be sprung.

Anne felt like she was being watched from every side, maybe she was. Sasha was fidgeting in her armor, looking increasingly uncomfortable as she looked around the hallway that Marcy, Anne, and her had probably spent a year and a half traversing day in and day out.

“This is, this is creepy right?” Sasha whispered as her hand clung to Anne’s like a lifeline. “I’m not crazy? This is as creepy to you as it is to me?”

“Yeah.” Anne replied, taking a tentative step forward and waiting for… something. Anything at all. This was the very depth of the Core. The center of a collective of every king, great general, and worshiped scholar that Newtopia had ever produced. This was a prison made to hold their best friend, the third part of their trio.

“It shouldn’t look like this.” Sasha was growing more and more disturbed the longer she looked. “It shouldn’t look like this. Why does it look like this?”

Anne said nothing, closing her eyes and just listening.

When she just listened, she could pretend this wasn’t an exact replica of their school and she was back outside in the void. Oddly, that was easier to deal with than this. She didn't hear any voices, no sign of life at all. All she could hear was…

Was…

“You hear music?” Anne opened her eyes and looked back at Sasha. The warrior looked confused and creeped out but still looked at Anne, her expression confused. “Just close your eyes and listen.

Sasha did so. And she could hear it just as Anne could: The steady beat of a Bass, the rumbling of feet, the distant sound of unintelligible lyrics.

“What… what is that?” She asked.

Anne looked at her. “Only one way to find out.”

The two girls made their ways down the hallways, trying to ignore everything but the growing sounds of what was clearly a party. The closer the two girls got to the gymnasium, the more evidence piled up: Streamers and confetti everywhere, posters covered in hearts and flying cupids, various notes and letters hanging out of lockers with bright red hearts sealing them shut.

They turned the corner and stood before the entrance to the gym, the now obvious sounds of music and revelry coming from behind it.. A massive banner hung over the doors, the same doors that let them into this disturbing parody of St. James. Small marble pillars held up ten statues of giggling cupids holding their heart bows aloft stood in front of the lockers, forming a walkway towards the doors. Streamers of red and pink hung from the ceiling like icicles above them. The floor was covered in confetti and love notes that led up to the red painted doors to the gym.

Anne read the banner above the doors.

St. James's Valentines Formal! This year’s theme: A Magical Night In Newtopia.

“... I completely forgot about the Valentine’s formal.” Anne said nervously, rubbing the back of her head.

“Yeah, me too.” Sasha said, just staring in awe of everything. “Can’t believe we missed it. Probably would have been fun.”

“Yeah, probably.” Anne agreed, chuckling a bit. “Weren’t they going to do something like Midsummers Nights?”

“Why are you asking me?” Sasha asked as she looked from statue to statue, frowning slightly. “Marcy was the one who was obsessed with the formal.”

“Well, I mean. “ Anne looked away, embarrassed. “Didn’t you have someone you wanted to ask or whatever”

Sasha coughed, blushing slightly. “I had… two people I would've asked.” She said simply, looking at Anne out of the corner of her eye. “You?”

Anne definitely didn't look in Sasha’s direction now. “Oh, you know. One or two, same as you.”

The two girls fell into an awkward silence. 

“Would you have asked either of them?” Anne asked suddenly.

“Oh.” Sasha was off guard by… everything. The creepy replica of their middle school, the weird statues, all the valentines stuff everywhere, and the increasing awareness that Anne was probably going to take her hand away any minute because Sasha’s was growing increasingly sweaty with nerves.

“Probably not. What about you?” she blurted out, trying to get her heart rate under control.

“Uh, not really.” Anne said awkwardly. “You know, schedules wouldn’t match up, out of town, you know the drill.”

“Yeah, Like, they probably would have said no to me too.” Sasha said with a forced laugh that Anne soon shared. Both of the nervous blushing teens standing in the middle of a phantom hallway of their school laughing like crazy people.

Both of them avoided thinking about the real reason they wouldn’t ask out who they wanted to.

St. James wouldn’t let girls bring other girls as dates.

The laughter died as awkwardly as it began, the two still holding hands as they stood. They slowly turned their heads back towards the hallway and the gym doors, the music coming from behind them still as strong as ever.

“This place is… so weird.” Sasha said finally, just staring at it all again.

“What, the theme being Newtopian Nights didn’t tip you off.” Anne said sarcastically.

“I was growing suspicious by the void, to be honest.” Anne laughed at that, and Sasha’s heart did another leap that she sternly ignored.

The two girls walked forward, looking wary at everything as they did. Neither noticed the cupid statues slowly turning their heads to follow them, their eyes beginning to glow a hellish red.

As one they opened the doors and stepped into a nightmare.

Anne and Sasha put their hands on the double doors. They paused in front, both waiting for the other to go.

“Alright.” Sasha said firmly, looking Anne in the eye. “Let’s find Marcy and get the heck out of this creepshow.”

The music was something neither of them had ever heard before, an incredibly strange tune that sounded like an orchestra playing, but the music itself was something almost melodic and ancient, a tune that went into your head and didn't want to leave. It would sound pleasant if not for the subtle feeling of wrongness about it. They both took it in and looked around the gymnasium as the music washed over them.

The entire gym was bathed in red lighting that shone across the entire hall. Various couples danced and mingled throughout the gym, seeming to move slowly in a massive circle around the center of the floor. The familiar basketball hoops had been folded back, the netting used to hold up more decorations to fit the theme. The bleachers that stood against the west wall were completely packed, to neither girl’s surprise as they both remembered the last formal they’d gone to had been much the same.

Indeed, this dance looked much the same as any other formal they'd gone to. But even the blind couldn’t fail to see the absolute nightmare that was this horrid dance.

Around the other walls of the gym that didn’t have their bleachers out were colossal statues of Salamander kings sitting on thrones of Coral and Metal. Each king was different from the other but they all were clad in resplendent armor and robes, they all held massive weapons in their right hands that were carved in sigils of the core, and all of them had cold and cruel faces that stared across the entire gym like court judges. 

The packed Bleachers were not filled with boys and girls too afraid to dance with one another, but instead were filled with robed newts. Dozens, if not hundreds, sat slumped over with glazed expressions like puppets without strings. Brutal and scarred-looking toad generals walked the sides in place of teacher chaperones, each armed to the teeth with various magi-tech weaponry like Barrel’s Warhammer. In fact, Sasha was reasonably certain that a few of them were wielding the Warhammer themselves.

The dancing couples and students that surrounded them were only half formed, shadowy figures that almost looked like people, but their heads were nothing but writhing masses of shadow with glowing red eyes in the dead center of their faces. Facsimiles of mouths would open and garbled unintelligible chatter would come out, like a conversation happening across a room you could barely hear. They danced and twirled around like real couples would, but the outlines of their bodies would blur slightly every now and again just like their shadowy faces.

But even that paled to the true horror of the room, and what caused the two girls to take fearful steps back.

Where the ceiling of the gym would be was a spherical monstrosity of metal and wires. A truly massive machine looked down at all the gymnasium with ten demonic eyes that roamed over everyone beneath it. Massive mecha-tendrils, much like Marcy’s possessed body had uses in the real world, anchored it to the walls around it while glowing power lines hooked into the backs of each Salamander Kings head, their crowns serving as extra eyes as the diadems in the center of each crown was replaced with another eye just like Andrias’ crown was.

There was no mistaking what this thing was.

The Core, in all its mechanical horror.

The red eyes shone lights down on the dancefloor like spotlights, each light circling the room before finding a dancing couple and staying there. The couple would giggle and dance before slowly fading into a shapeless blob of shadow before splitting off once more into different people, different dancers. The light would then move off to find another victim. Only nine of the Core’s eyes did this horrid dance; the central one, the largest of them all, remained fixed in the dead center of the room while the lights circled it constantly.

The doors slammed shut behind them, and Anne and Sasha jumped. One of the eyes looked over to them, the demonic eye lighting them up to the dancers surrounding them. The shadowy figures circled them, dancing in waltzes and twirls as their red eyes remained transfixed on them.

“Sasha?”

Sasha swallowed and turned to Anne, the girl was shaking as she looked around at everything. Sasha didn’t care, since the only thing keeping her from shaking in pure fear was Anne’s hand in hers, keeping her grounded even in the face of everything.

Anne turned to her, and Sasha saw fear in her eyes, fear she knew was reflected just as much in hers. “Don’t let go of my hand.”

Sasha didn't speak, too afraid. She squeezed Anne’s hand in a death grip and together they walked into the dancing mass.

The Core’s  eye continued to shine down upon them, the baleful red light following them as they made their way closer and closer towards the center of the room. The shadow dancers parted for them like a black curtain, all curtsies and horrid gibberish. The Toad generals around the outside looked at them and, with cruel grins, started to make their way over only to go back to the edge when one of the Core’s red eyes quickly swiveled and locked its red light upon them.

The robed newts, seemingly dead, all rose up as one and looked to the Core. Scholars, sorcerers, and professors all looked to the mechanical monstrosity and joined their voices with the song playing all around them, a hundred voices chanting to the glory of the Core.

“Anne?”

Anne turned towards Sasha, the blonde staying put as she looked at the Thai girl. “If we…” Sasha began, her armor shaking as the hellish dance continued around them. “If we don’t, i mean… I want you to-”

“We’ll make it out of here.” Anne said, hoping she sounded braver than she felt as the red light remained on them. “I promise you, we’ll make it out.”

“Just- That’s not, I want you to know… I…” Sasha started and stopped a few times. She looked into Anne’s eyes and felt courage.

Felt Strength.

“You and Marcy.” She said simply, not taking her eyes off of Anne’s. “I, it would have been you and Marcy.”

“I know.” Anne replied, staring into Sasha’s eyes to avoid looking at anything else in the room. “You too, you know? I wanted to ask you both too.”

Sasha and Anne Gave each other shaky smiles and turned towards the mass of shadow dancers around the center of the room. Slowly, each of the nine circling eyes of the Core focused on the two of them, bathing the two girls in deep crimson light.

Neither Anne nor Sasha asked whether they were ready, for they were both afraid of the answer they’d get. Together, the two girls stepped through the shadow dancers like a veil and into…

Into something else.

The second they got through the dancers, they could tell that they’d entered a massive illusion. The horrific decorations of the gym had all disappeared, the shadow dancers disappeared, even the Core disappeared. And in its place was a perfectly normal valentines formal.

The ceiling was back, and where the central eye of the Core was hung a massive disco ball that showed myriad lights around the room. The Bleachers were no longer filled with lifeless newt scholars chanting in unison but the expected number of boys and girls too timid to dance with one another. The statues of the Salamander kings were gone and in their place were large coral formations that looked similar to newtopian architecture. Posters and paintings of various Amphibia locales covered the walls around them and instead of Toad Generals and Warmasters armed to the teeth patrolling the perimeters, Mr. Michaels the band instructor stood talking with a few parents and other teachers. Even the music had been replaced with generic pop numbers.

The shadow dancers were thankfully gone and in their place were classmates and students that both Anne and Sasha recognized, and a few they didn’t. Sasha didn't know who the older Hispanic girl dancing in the corner was nor why her purple haired date had pointy ears but Sasha stopped caring when she saw the figures dancing together in the dead center of the room.

It was Marcy.

She was clad in a beautiful emerald dress modeled after Lady Olivia’s, with a brilliant scarlet sash wrapped around her shoulders. Her dress seemed to fade from a sparkly wavy bottom half into a slim upper half that looked like it was handcrafted from an ancient artisan. Her hair was done up in a pretty looking bun and a small tiara hung in front of her hair.

She was gorgeous.

And also dancing with, well, another Sasha and Anne.

Anne recognized the dress the other her was wearing as the one she’d briefly worn during her and Polly's disastrous girl time. Except somehow the dress had been altered subtly to look like it was fit for nobility. Her hair was gelled and combed into a wavy updo and she had on beautiful blue earrings shaped like butterflies.

The other Sasha what looked to be a mix between a smart looking three-piece suit and a soldiers dress uniform. Blood red cavalry men's boots with a coal black set of pants. A red sash around her waist and her crimson chestplate and pauldrons from her current set of armor. This Sasha, rather than having the long hair that she’d grown in her time in amphibia, had her hair cut to above the ear.

The three girls danced with one another, laughing and giggling to each other as they did so. Marcy beamed at Fake Sasha and Fake Anne while the two girls looked at Marcy with such overwhelming love in their eyes that the two real girls felt nothing but jealous.

“Dang Sash, other you is hot.” Anne said, staring at the fake blonde as she took Marcy up into a waltz.

Well, almost nothing.

“Forget the fake us, though that dress looks amazing on you just saying, and look at Marcy.” Sasha breathed out, staring at the taiwanese girl with adoration. She truly looked beautiful.

“Yeah.” Anne agreed, staring at Marcy just as lovingly as Fake Anne was. “She’s really something.”

“Yeah, she sure is.” Sasha said, just staring at the three of them happy and in love and enjoying the sight deep in her heart.

Then she remembered that two of those three people were fake illusions made by the Core and she got properly angry.

“Soo…” Sasha began. “What now?”

“Now, we get Marcy and get out.” Anne said and started moving towards Marcy and the Fakes. Sasha hurried behind her.

**********

Marcy Wu was on top of the world!

She couldn’t believe the turn of events that led her to this wonderful moment.

She’d almost thought her life was falling apart, that everything was going to go wrong when Andrias started talking about Newtopia’s ‘Glorious Past’. She almost thought that everyone would start fighting. That Andrias would reveal some kind of villainous twist about being a tyrannical conqueror and try to fight her friends.

‘Hate to break it to you kiddo, you’ve been duped.’

But none of that happened!

He activated the box, lifting Newtopia Castle into the sky, and then just as he’d promised he made his offer to Sasha and Anne about traveling to other worlds. Having a never-ending adventure across the multiverse where Marcy never had to leave Sasha and Anne behind.

Never had to leave the two girls she was madly in love with, the two girls she’d do anything for, had run away from home for, had sent them all to Amphibia for.

They’d been ecstatic at the opportunity, and had willingly joined her on a multiversal adventure. They’d seen so many strange worlds: One of duck people, one built on a giant corpse in a boiling sea, one filled with magical humans called Mewmans.

And through it all, Anne and Sasha learned to love Marcy just as much as she loved them.

They’d gotten together and begun dating, and begun traveling across the worlds. And now here they were back on Earth.

Marcy had been sad they’d missed her middle school prom, where she planned on finally asking the two of them out, rules be darned, and her wonderful girlfriends had decided they'd make a brief stop on Earth to do the valentines formal. The school had even let Marcy organize the whole thing!

… there was something wrong with that.

‘I just… I didn't want to be alone.’

But every time she tried thinking of it her brain got all fuzzy and Anne and/or Sasha would want to kiss her and she’d forget all about it.

She just got done with a lovely waltz with Sasha when she heard her speak out. “We got company Anne.”

Company? Of course they did, it was a dance.

“Seriously?” Anne sounded incredulous, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “They actually showed up?”

Well, now Marcy had to see what was going on. She turned around and felt her jaw drop because before her in the center of the room were Sasha and Anne.

Another Sasha and Anne.

Anne was wearing her normal school uniform and was missing a shoe, just like she had been in Amphibia, while Sasha was wearing brown scale mail with a single oversized pauldron and a ratty looking cloak.

“You guys… what?” Marcy looked back and forth between the two versions of her girlfriends, confusion and shock overwhelming her. Before she could say anything she was tackled by the two new versions, both of them clinging to her.

“We’re so glad you’re okay.” Other Anne said, hugging her like she expected Marcy to up and vanish into thin air if she didn’t.

“I can’t believe… I watched him…” Other Sasha tightened her hug. “It’s so good to see you again Mar-mar.”

“Could you let go of our girlfriend please?” Anne asked as she and Sasha grabbed Marcy and tried to pull her out of their hug. Sasha actually shoved the other Sasha away with a growl, one that was fully returned by the new version.

“How dare you- did you say your girlfriend!?” Other Anne asked incredulously as she let go of the thoroughly confused Marcy. Anne took the chance to pull Marcy towards her and Sasha and away from the other versions.

“Yep.” Anne said with a pop, her lips forming into a weirdly cruel smile. “Unlike some people, we actually appreciate Marcy.”

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Marcy said as she moved into the middle of the two groups, looking between the two of them quickly. “But could someone please tell me what the heck’s going on?”

“Simple.” Other Sasha said looking Marcy straight in the eye. “We’re here to rescue you.”

‘Let me go!’

‘I wish I could, but my Lord wants a host. They wanted the best, the smartest.’

“...Eh?” Marcy asked.

“I don’t know what kind of whacked up threats he’s got you under but we’re bringing you back to the real world and away from these crazies!” Other Anne said happily, grabbing Marcy’s hand and tugging it like she expected her to follow.

“I’m not sure how long the resistance can hold off Andrias, even with Earth’s help he’s crazy strong.” Other Sasha said, looking about the room like she was searching for threats behind every smile. “But the sooner we get you out of here the better.”

“I don’t… What are you guys talking about? Who even are you guys?” Marcy asked, letting go of Other Annes hand and stepping closer to her Anne and Sasha.

The two newcomers looked hurt and confused. Other Anne looked a little teary. “It’s… it’s us Marbles.” Other Anne said. “We came all this way for you.”

“But Anne and Sasha are right there.” She gestured to her Anne and Sasha, the two girls waving happily at the two others while grinning. “I don’t know who either of you two are.”

“Those two fakes? Mar-mar they aren’t real.” Other Sasha said, taking a step towards her only to reach for swords that weren’t there when the fake version took a step as well. “None of this is real!”

“Oh this is just sad.”

Her Sasha’s voice had taken on an almost derisive quality to it, like she was talking down to the other her. Marcy had heard it loads of times over the years and yet, somehow, this version didn’t feel… right.

“Look at you both, you throw her away and now come crawling back when you need her.” Her Sasha made a soft chuckle before looping an arm around Marcy’s waist. “That’s really pathetic of you.”

“Listen here you fake ass bit-”

“Marcy’s happy here, with us.” Her Anne looped an arm around her as well, looking at the other her who looked like she was both incredibly furious and fighting back tears.

The Other Anne didn’t respond, she just looked pleadingly at Marcy. “Please Marcy, you need to believe us! We’ve come to free you from whatever Andrias and the Core have you trapped in. We’re here to save you.”

Ten demonic eyes behind her.

‘No,nonono, no!’

Andrias turned away.

“What are you talking about.” Marcy was confused, her head hurt and it kept hurting just looking at these two. 

‘Well, i guess that’s what you get for pouring your heart out to me over Flipwart.’

“Andrias is my friend, he’s all of our friend. He’d never hurt us.” Marcy told them. Andrias had been a true father figure to her, helping her whenever Marcy had emotional problems. Helping her confess to her friends, helping her every step of the way.

He’d never betray any of them.

“When he offered to take us on a multiversal adventure, we just couldn’t say no.” Her Anne said happily, hugging Marcy from behind. “We went with our Marcy like real friends would.”

“We had so much fun seeing all the new worlds.” Her Sasha smirked at the other them. “We even fell hard for Marcy along the way.”

Her Sasha leaned in and planted a long kiss on her cheek, Marcy giggled and blushed at the sensation but quickly grew worried at the expressions on the other two.

Other Sasha looked mad beyond belief, glaring at Her Sasha with such hatred in her eyes that Marcy was terrified she’d attack her then and there. Her Sasha just smirked at the other her and stuck her tongue out at her.

Other Anne looked at Marcy and… and…

‘Marcy, hurry!’

‘I just need to-’

‘MARCY!’

…Marcy had seen that expression before, but she couldn’t remember where.

“I really think you two should get lost.” Her Anne said nastily from beside her, nuzzling her head against Marcy’s and glaring at the two others from the crook of her neck. “ You're obviously upsetting our girlfriend and we’ve beat up bigger baddies for less.”

Marcy wanted to just sink into the embrace, her girlfriends were so comforting and sweet that Marcy forgot all her problems whenever they were together. Her Sasha reached down to grab Marcy’s han-

“What do you mean, ‘none of this is real?’”

Both of her girlfriends looked at her shocked, something… odd in their eyes, but Marcy ignored it and stared at the two other versions of Anne and Sasha.

Anne smiled and her heart did a jump that she felt guilty for since it wasn't her Anne. “This isn’t, this isn’t real.” Other Anne began, taking a few nervous steps closer towards Marcy. “It’s all an, an illusion i think.”

“I think it’s a straight up nightmare.” Other Sasha said angrily, still glaring at Her Sasha.

“... Or That, yeah.” Other Anne agreed.

“And your evidence for this is what exactly?” Her Anne asked tersely, wrapping her arms around Marcy’s and glaring at Other Anne. “That we’re dating Marcy”

“Wow.” Her Sasha asked as Marcy drew back, hurt and wounded by the question and staring at the other girls with tears in her eyes. “You must really hate her.”

Other Sasha just stood there, shocked beyond words. She looked at Marcy, whose eyes looked close to tears, and then between Her Anne And Sasha. Her expression grew murderous, her eyes glaring hatefully at the two girls comforting her.

“Hate her?” She asked quietly, still staring wide eyed at the two girls- no, the two demons. “Hate Her? Hate Her!?” Her voice grew louder and louder till she was screaming over even the music. “I’VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH HER SINCE THE DAY WE MET!”

The music cut off with a scratch as all the dancers around them just began staring. But Other Sasha didn’t even notice or care, too busy screaming at the two demons hanging off the other love of her life.

“I saved you and Anne that day in the park because you were both cute! I begged my parent’s to let me change schools because I wanted to be with you two! I beat up every bully you had because I wanted to impress you! I skipped cheer practice to carry you home, on foot, whenever you were sick because I was so head over heels for you that I couldn’t say no and call your fucking parents to give you a ride home like a normal person!”

Sasha was now red in the face from rage and embarrassment, yet her entire body was still filled with such righteous indignation that she barreled on past any mortification with the sheer power of anger alone and her voice echoed off the walls.

“I’m so in love with you I turn stupid! I planned out our imaginary wedding together when I was ten! I would’ve taken you to prom and kissed you in the middle of the gym, I don't even care that i would've gotten in trouble. And you- you fake ass, bottle-blonde bitch, have the actual fucking gall to tell me i hate her! I’d tell you to go to hell if we WEREN’T STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF IT ALREADY!”

Sasha had reached some crescendo and had clearly vaulted over the edge. She stood panting in the middle of the gym floor, the echoes of her screaming still ringing off the walls. Dead silence surrounded her and, clearly, without the drive of anger to guide her onward she started thinking about everything she just said.

Sasha burned with mortification and her face burned scarlet.

“Um.” Sasha whirled around at the sound of Anne’s voice and stared at the blushing Thai girl, who looked between her and Marcy with a face as red as hers. “I love you too Mar-mar. But, uh, I hope you don’t mind if I don’t do… any of that.” She gestured vaguely at Sasha.

Marcy was blushing madly, just staring at Othe-at Sasha embarrassed, yet so deeply pleased and happy she couldn’t contain the small giggles that burst forth.

The gym flickered around them, going from the Newtopian themed school dance to the red glowing nightmare from before. Marcy’s giggles broke off with a gasp as she looked around her.

“What was…” Her head burst with pain and she grabbed her forehead, groaning as it felt like an iron spike was being driven through it.

‘A collection of Amphibia’s greatest minds, preserved for all eternity.’

‘Now look what you’ve made me do.’

‘Why, hello there.’

“It’s the Core.” Anne’s voice broke through the pain, steadying her. “It’s some big… metal monster thing.”

“Or maybe it’s you two.” Her Anne’s voice responded, two arms reached around and hugged her. “Ever since you two showed up, Marcy’s been in nothing but pain!”

“... longer than that.”

Her Anne looked down at her, her expression confused.

“I’ve been… my head’s been hurting for awhile now. Before they showed up.” Marcy looked up at her and stared. “I hear voices, glimpses of things I remember happening but didn’t.”

“Marcy, it’s just these two coming to gatecrash from the outside.” Her Sasha said, but her voice sounded off, too off for Marcy to ignore like… like all the other times she’s been ignoring everything being off. “We just need to get rid of them and-”

‘If either of you two really love me, you’ll tell me what’s really happening.”

Her Anne and Sasha remained silent, staring down at her as the seconds passed by without a sound.

A colossal spike of pure agony laced through Marcy’s mind and she fell back with a scream and reality buckled and shattered around her.

The bleachers filled with chanting newts as massive and bulky toad generals slowly surrounded them. The dancing students bloed away into writhing shadows with glowing red eyes, and above them all, above even the statues of the former kings of Amphibia hung the thing from Marcy’s nightmares.

All her memories flooded back into her mind. Getting stabbed in the back by Andrias, the battle in the throne room, helping Anne and the Plantars escape, getting literally stabbed in the back by Andrias, the long months in the rejuvenation pod, trying to escape with Yunan and Olivia, getting caught…

And getting the Core loaded into her brain. Trapping her in a prison of her own mind.

“None of it was real.” Marcy was crying, just staring up at the Demonic metal sphere as it stared down at her like she was an ant. “Neither of you two were real, our love wasn’t real, none of it?”

Her Sasha and Anne… except they were never Sasha or Anne, and they were never hers.

“Get away from her.” Anne’s voice cut through her grief and Anne, the real Anne, stood next to her with her fists raised. “Get the hell away from her.”

“Told her we were standing in the middle of it.” The real Sasha snarked as she stood on the other side of her. Marcy’s face went red again from more than the light of the Core’s eyes as she remembered just what was said a few minutes ago by the both of them.

“We were as real as you wanted us to be.” The phantom Anne said simply, still smiling at her like they were still pretending. “It’s your mind after all, and since you’re never leaving we’re as real as you are.”

“We told you.” Anne growled at the two phantoms. “We’re taking her home with us.”

“But why?”

That soft, sad question left Marcy’s lips before she could force it back down. Anne and Sasha looked at her and Marcy broke into a fresh set of tears.

“I tricked you! I trapped you in Amphibia, I took you away from your homes, and I lied! I lied and i lied to your very faces! Why do you… why do you even want me back?” Marcy wailed as she looked at her two soulmates, unwilling to face them and see the obvious rage and hurt she knew would be there.

“... I’m not going to lie to you Marcy, learning that hurt. Learning it from Andrias hurt even more.”

Marcy winced and readied herself to be abandoned all over again, to be left behind by everyone.

“But…” Marcy’s head whipped up at that, staring at Anne as she got her words together. “Just because i’m angry doesn’t mean i’ll stop loving you, you know?”

“If Anne can forgive me, she can forgive you too!” Sasha said, her voice filled with determination as she glared down the two phantoms.

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me we need to talk about that Sash.”

Sasha cursed beneath her breath.

“I think this has gone on long enough.”

The voices rang out from every corner of the room, the very walls shaking from the power of them. They all spoke as one, one entity, one voice. The head’s of the Salamander Statues all turned to look at the three girls and spoke with voices like thunder.

“Simulation: Off.”

The horrid gym, the shadows with demonic eyes, and the colossal phantom of the Core all fell away into nothingness. Sasha and Anne tried to reach her but the grasping arms of the shadow dancers pulled them into the abyss with them as they fell away. The thrones of the old Salamander Kings crumbled into ashes that scattered and danced into the blackness until nothing but the empty void remained.

Marcy stood there alone with the two phantoms of her best friends, her soulmates, her everything. The two girls kept shifting from form to form: from their school uniforms, to armor, to the dresses they’d worn at the Valentine’s formal.

Only the glowing eyes of the Core, glowing eyes that replaced their own, remained the same.

“Why would you want to go back out there?” Shadow Anne asked, drifting over on legs that kept falling away into smoke if she looked too hard at them. She wrapped a hazy arm around Marcy and leaned her head on her shoulder. “We love you Mar-mar.”

“We’ll always love you too.” Shadow Sasha said, her form jumping from her Toad Rebellion armor to her dress uniform and back again. She smirked at the taiwanese girl, a thing far too wide and cruel to be on her Sashy’s face. “Them? They’ll grow to hate you.”

“You stole them away, after all.” Shadow Anne giggled, flitting around Marcy in a circle.

“Took them from reality for your own selfishness.”

“Ruined their lives.”

“Broke them.”

“Shut up.” Marcy begged the two phantoms, curling up and covering her ears. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.”

“It’s not like they could even love you after all.” Shadow Sasha said with a sneer. “Not with how much they hate you after everything, and why wouldn’t they? All you’ve done is bother and annoy them.”

Shadow Anne grinned, her haird falling apart till it looked like dark brown flames. “You know what awaits you out there?”

Visions passed before Marcy’s eyes. Anne and Sasha yelling at Marcy back on earth, not wanting her in their lives anymore.

Anne and Sasha finishing middle school without her.

Anne and Sasha falling in love without her.

Anne and Sasha dating without her.

Anne and Sasha marrying each other, without her.

Anne and Sasha, happy and in love for the rest of their days, adopting kids, traveling worlds, growing old together.

All without her.

“Please… please stop.” Marcy begged the two phantoms, tears falling heavy from her eyes. She curled up on the floor, trying to make the sight of her very worst fears leave her.

“They could never love you… but we can.”

Marcy forced herself to look up as the two phantoms wrapped their arms around her, wispy half formed head’s on each shoulder.

“We’ll put up with you as long as you want us to.” Sasha whispered.

“We’ll make you as happy as you want us to.” Anne said.

“We’ll keep you as loved as you wish us to.”

Marcy wanted so desperately to just give up, to just accept the lie for what it was and sink back into the nightmare. Nothing but pain and heartache awaited her out there, she wasn’t good enough for Sasha and Anne, why would they ever want to be with her?

Why would anyone?

“Why indeed?”

Marcy jerked her head up as familiar foot falls cut through the blackness. Both of the phantoms hanging off her arms looked up reverently as Darcy made her way forward. Her own body, as it was in the real world, possessed by the core.

The Antlered Axolotl helmet with its ten demonic red eyes that all looked down at her, crimson cape waving in a non-existent breeze behind it. Midnight black magi-tech armor with a single red eye in the center of the breastplate, right over where Andrias stabbed her with his sword.

Darcy smiled down at her.

“All of this was our mistake.” It spoke, looking down at her like a caring parent. “We wanted to make it real for you, so we made it based on your deepest desires.”

Darcy stroked it’s chin, looking her over like some puzzle it couldn’t finish. “We’ll give you more control over the simulation this time, let you make it as you go along. You’ll be happier that way, we think.”

The two phantoms nuzzled closer to her, giggling as they did so. They whispered sweet nothings into her ears all the while Darcy just looked down on them.

“Shall we try again, Wit?”

Marcy knelt there in the void, her heart and mind in shambles after everything. The two phantoms, the real Sasha and Anne, their confessions, the reveal of the true gym room, and now all of this.

It would really be that easy… wouldn’t it.

Ever so slowly, black shadowy hands began to reach out from the void and begin to pull Marcy down into it, back into the nightmare.

She could just give up… and be happy.

The two phantoms on either side of her wrapped their arms around her and began to fade together, forming an abyssal blanket that swallowed up more and more of the girl.

No more hurt… and no more worries.

Only her head remained as the roiling blackness swallowed her up. “Just give in, Wit.” Darcy spoke up, its voice reaching down to wrap around the girl’s mind.

The void reached her eyes and began to close in, and her eyes close-

‘I just don’t want to lose you, okay?’

‘Yeah, sure. I’ll carry you home!’

‘That’s a cool fact.’ Anne said with a blush. ‘What else you learn?

Sasha leaning her head on Marcy’s shoulders after a long time practicing.

Anne always wanting to partner up with her for everything.

Sasha scaring away any bully that tried to pick on her.

Anne and her holding hands as they walked home from school.

“You think we came all this way, went through all this grief, and we don’t love her?” Sasha’s voice echoed through the blackness. Darcy looked up and snarled. “Marcy, I'm in love with you you big idiot!”

“I don’t care what they said, or what they got you convinced of.” Anne’s voice reached down and entered all the way into Marcy’s heart. “We both love you, and we always will.”

Marcy’s eyes snapped open, and her arms yanked through the blackness to start pulling void stuff off of her. Black arms, as empty as the rest of the abyss around her, reached up to start pulling her down again, far more aggressively this time as they all but clawed her.

“Don’t you dare hurt her!”

Two sets of arms began pulling away the void arms and helping her out of the abyss. Anne and Sasha, the real Anne and Sasha, struggling like crazy to get her out of the nothingness she’d sunk into.

Marcy yanked her foot free and launched herself at the two girls, sobbing in relief as she hugged them like her life depended on it. Tears fell down all three of their faces as the three girls embraced, truly embraced, for the first time in months.

“Do you…” Marcy asked through hiccups, needing the answer and terrified of it all the same. “Did you really mean…?”

Sasha just grinned at her, eyes red with tears. “Every damn word, Marcy.”

“We’ll always love you.” Anne said, staring her in the eyes. “We always have-”

“-And we always will.” Sasha finished.

Marcy finally broke, hugging the two girls again as they just stood there, hearts open to each other and feelings finally spoken.

“Well, that was incredibly tedious.”

Anne turned over with a snarl to begin yelling at Darcy, at the Core, and tell it exactly what the three of them were going to do to it for hurting Marcy, when her voice halted with a yelp.

Sasha and Marcy turned to stare at Darcy as well and saw exactly what made Anne fall silent.

Darcy had fallen completely apart, shadows and hellish eyes sprouting from every crack that spread across its body as it fell into itself and reformed into something truly massive. Bright blue skin, familiar blue skin, began to sprout over its body as it grew taller and taller, taller than any human ever could or would.

The three girls began to fear that it was King Andrias, that he’d somehow made his way into the Core, but the figure grew even taller than his gargantuan size. A truly epic Salamander stood tall and proud where Darcy had been, his face grizzled with age and his yellow amphibious eyes as cold and cruel as can be. Regal robes that reached down to the floor spread out around his body while a truly epic weapon, a pole-axe as big as he was, rose up from the inky void. The Salamander grasped the weapon in his right hand.

The demonic eye of the core rose out from the middle of his coral crown, staring down at them passively while the Salamander sneered at them.

“So you’re the earth whelps my idiot son failed to kill again and again.”

The void began to bubble all around the three girls as More coral crowns started rising up out of the blackness, each resting on the head of a gargantuan Salamander king. Each king sneered or chortled at them, weapons of impossible size held aloft in their hand as each crown revealed a Core eye just like the first one had.

Just like Andrias’s had.

Glowing red power lines began to snake out of the back of their heads, reaching up into the sky where a Horrible red light suddenly pierced through the night. The Mechanical body of the true Core revealed itself as its ten eyes looked down at the girls.

“We tried this the easy way, the way of cowards and weaklings.” A truly brutal looking Salamander, his body clad in full Magi-tech armor that was as scared as his face was, growled down at them. “We made your prison comfortable and peaceful.”

“We let Andrias handle killing Heart and Strength.” The first King that rose up sneered.

“Obviously that was all a mistake.” Another armor-clad Salamander said, this one wearing multiple sashes each covered from top to bottom in medals and trophies.

“Now comes the last offer you’ll ever get, wit.” A Salamander clad in regal vestments covered in jewelry and shining adornments said.

“Submit or die.” The kings all said as one, their eyes never leaving the three.

Anne looked at both Marcy and Sasha, Marcy looking worriedly at both of them while Sasha tried to glare down the massive Salamander kings around them. The crimson light of the Core’s eyes bathed them completely, setting all of them on edge.

“How about neither of those?” Anne didn’t know how the words came out over her nerves, yet pure steel rang through her. She looked at the massive kings, at the Core above them, and at the Night all around them.

Anne grinned.

“We visited Mother Olm, you know? Went all the way to Proteus to do it.”

“They’re still alive?” The Robed King asked, shocked. “I thought they would have all perished over the ages without our glory to guide them.”

“I knew we should have killed them in the first conquest.” The scared Salamander huffed, crossing his bare arms. “The minute they challenged our right to rule the empire, we should have butchered them all.”

Anne ignored the byplay, she really wanted to get this right. “She told me that we’re cut off from the power of the box.”

“The power is ours, after all.” The bejeweled king said with a wave of his hand. “To do with as we please.”

“But she also told us something else.”

Sasha, seeing where this was going, grinned viciously and grabbed both Anne and Marcy’s hands.

“She said, that if at least one of us had our powers still…” Anne looked away from the old kings, away from the night, and straight into the central eye of the Core.

“... We could unlock it for the others.”

The kings realized where Anne was going and moved like lightning, arms and weapons raised to strike them down into nothing and wipe them from existence.

Anne began to glow a brilliant blue. And soon after, the other two girls began to glow as well.

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The battle was going extremely poorly.

Without the guidance of the Core, or Darcy as it asked to be called since it possessed Marcy’s body, Andrias’s armies began to lose ground all over. Andrias didn’t know why the Core had stopped responding in the middle of the conquest.

But he had a hunch, and he was going to fix it right away if he was right.

Andrias burst through the doors to his throne room, the salamander king taking in the destruction all around. His throne was a bust, shame that it was an antique, and he’d need to do some serious remodeling after earth was exterminated. Even more than he had to after the first lift off of Newtopian Castle and Anne’s first use of her Calamity form.

But none of that mattered to Andrias the moment he saw his lord and master.

It sat motionless on the floor, tied up with glowing rope and broken mecha-tendrils. Its black armor was scared and dented, and the cape had long since burnt away into ashes. The only sign of life was the slow rise and fall of its chest. A pair of shattered heron swords lay scattered across from a burning pile of brass that was once a Newtopian breastplate.

Andrias breathed a sigh of relief, Darcy was fine. And far more importantly, Anne and Sasha seemed to have been removed from the face of existence.

And he didn’t even have to do anything!

Andrias walked over to Darcy, his master’s demonic eyes fluttering open with mechanical clicks and whirs.

“Ah, my lord. Welcome back.” Andrias bowed. “With Anne and Sasha apparently gone, we can-”

Darcy started screaming. A horrible, mechanical wail of pain and agony that caused whatever glass that remained unbroken to shatter upon impact of the sound. Andrias fell to his knees, blood seeping from his ears at the noise.

Darcy began clawing at its helmet, the scream increasing more and more to an impossible decibel. It sounded like a thousand voices all wailing in unison.

All around the globe, both on earth and on amphibia, robot’s began to buckle to the ground and wail as one. Their heads began to spark and crack apart as they began firing whatever weaponry they had nearest at themselves to make the noise go away. The floating fleet, the collection of airships and flying fortresses that Andrias brought over to help with the conquest, began to implode and crash all around.

Darcy screamed to high heaven, and slowly its ten eyes began to glow a brilliant emerald.

Andrias looked at the emerald glow filling each eye in complete shock, his mind not even comprehending what he was looking at.

Slowly, the glow spread out from its eyes and began to swallow up Darcy’s entire form, the scream dying out until all of its body was wrapped in an ethereal shine of sparkling green energy and it fell completely silent.

Andrias’s jaw fell. It couldn’t be, it couldn’t fucking be!

The axolotl helmet burst apart into pieces of scrap, some of the shards scraping andrias as they went by. Free now, it- no, her burning emerald hair began to wave and float about from the energy alone. Her left side suddenly began to take on a blue glow, while her right began to take on a pink one.

Andrias forced himself to stand up, his shock replaced with anger and fear as he watched everything he’d worked for for the last one thousand years fall completely apart.

A shining blue figure began to move out from Dar-no, Marcy’s side, coming to a halt when only their hands remained connected while a burning pink one moved away from the left. Branches began to grow out of each of their heads, rising up into three distinct forms that Andrias truly believed he would never really see again.

Two branches spread from the glowing pink figure’s head like antlers while bark began to cover her chest and limbs like armor. The blue figure’s branches spread out like the spikes of a crown while leaves began to fall away from her flowing hair like cinders. The green figure was wrapped in vines blooming with flowers while her branches wrapped around her head like a tiara.

The glowing energy fled back into their eyes and there, floating in the ruined throne room and giving off light like a bonfire, were the Bearers of the Calamity. The wielders of Heart, Strength, and Wit. The champions of the prophecy.

Anne, Marcy, and Sasha.

Their eyes glowed just as brightly as their hair, their skin giving off a shine like precious gemstones. They all smiled at one another, their hands all held together.

And then, as one, turned to Andrias.

“Your ass is grass, bitch.” Sasha said simply, still smiling at him. The other two girls giggled and raised their fists.

As Andrias watched three superpowered fists race towards his face, he had time enough for one last thought.

‘I should have just run off and eloped with Barrel and Leif when I had the chance.’

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An Amphibia AU I've been thinking about.

This is an Age-Swap AU where teenage Mrs. & Mr. Boonchuy are sent to Amphibia. (For convenience, I will refer to them by their fan names, Mae and Jeff.)

· Since the show took place in 2019-2020, this AU will take place in the 90s.

· Mae and Jeff are both from Bangkok; their primary language is Thai, but they are studying English. They aren't that good at it yet.

· Mae's personality as a teen is a mix of Anne's and Sasha's. In contrast, Jeff's is a mix between Anne's and Marcy's. They have both been friends since childhood, with a budding romance.

· Mae learns from her parents that they'll be moving to America soon for their daughter to attend a particular school. Of course, Mae isn't happy about this and runs away, where she trips on a music box buried in mud. She meets up with Jeff to show him the box, and they open it, transporting them to Amphibia.

· Weeks later, the events of "Anne or Beast" play out the same, but with obvious differences:

o One-Eyed Wally, and many adult characters, will be about Sprig's age here and first encounters the "beast."

o No one in town believes him except Felicia Sundew, who's as rebellious as Ivy, and they work together to find it.

o Felicia gets captured by Mae, who thought she was the green mantis hunting her, and Wally comes to rescue her.

o Mae tries to explain her situation, but neither frog understands Thai. But they can comprehend her poor English.

o After saving them from the mantis, Mae introduces herself and begins to befriend the two frogs.

o The townsfolk show up to protect the kids and capture Mae until the enormous red mantis shows up.

o Wally and Felicia free Mae, and she uses a purple power she never knew she had to defeat the giant insect. (Mae inherits the Pink Calamity Gem's power and half of the Blue's. In contrast, Jeff inherits the Green Calamity Gem and the other half of the Blue's.)

o The mantis is beaten, but the town is still afraid of Mae. However, Felicia's mother, Sylvia, offers to take her in, in return for saving her daughter.

o The rest of the story will follow Mae as she lives with the Sundews, goes on adventures with Felicia and Wally, earns the town's trust, and searches for Jeff to understand her powers and find a way home. And learn English along the way.

I know this is far from perfect, and I have not planned for how the rest story unfolds; this is an idea I just wanted to get out. If anyone has any suggestions for improving this concept, I would love to hear them. And if anyone is interested in making a story out of this, send me the link because I would love to read it. Take care, everyone; have a wonderful day or night.

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Amphibia: Buttery Drabbles -- Marcy and the Boonchuys I

Tag list: @karamelys, @popcornbee, @borkthemork, @themissakat, @cute-as-buttons, @the-chaotic-lesbian, @antiableists-marcywu, @cynthiacoven, @slymanner, @space-lynn, @camomile-t, @calamity-unlocked-main, @detentiontrack, @milliegraveyard, @skibs-scribbles, @pyroclastic727, @eeveearoace, @goodartitude, @yourpersonaltimebomb

This is part one in a trio of buttery drabbles I’ll call Marcy and the Boonchuys. It was the second written in a trio of them inspired by, I believe it was @mira-blue and @maritasdump so shoutouts go to them. You’ll be able to tell it was Mira-inspired right when you start reading.

Hope y’all enjoy.

The doorbell rang twice.

Marcy and the Boonchuys I -- Rudbeckia Hirta

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“Coming!” he called out as he jogged to the door. He opened it and was surprised to see Christopher Wu standing there.

“Chris, what are you doing here?”

The man at the door tightly pressed his lips into a thin line before lifting his arms to Arthit, who looked down to see a moderately-sized flower pot. In it were several yellow flowers.

“I came here to give you this,” he replied, his voice clipped.

Arthit raised an eyebrow. “Okay...” He took the pot into his hands. “Now, Black-Eyed Susans symbolize encouragement or motivation. What is it that I need to be motivated of, exactly?”

Christopher adjusted his glasses and glanced away. “It's...there's no meaning behind it,” Christopher stammered. “I'm giving it to you because I know you like your gardening. Marcy liked to keep these as well.”

Arthit frowned. “I'm guessing you don't know how to take care of these flowers?”

“They'd be better off with you,” Christopher replied. “I...Candace and I can't take them.”

“Can't take...” Arthit's eyes went wide as realization kicked in. “You're still moving to Colorado?”

“I have to,” Christopher replied. “I can't afford to give up this position.”

“The girls have only been missing for a month! Something is sure to come up sooner or later.”

“Art...” Christopher sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I can't...I can't afford to live like this. L.A. is too expensive to live in, and the police went through this city with a fine-toothed comb. Worrying about my job and then with Marcy missing...”

“So you're just giving up on them.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Three young girls disappeared without a trace, Arthit,” Christopher shot back. “In this city, there's not a lot of chance they'll turn up. And even if they do...”

“Don't even say it, Wu,” Arthit cut him off. The Wu patriarch backpedaled in surprise. “The girls are resourceful. They've gotten in enough trouble that I know that whatever they're neck-deep in, they'll pull through.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Arthit lifted the pot of flowers. “Rudbeckia hirta,” he replied. “Like I said, these flowers represent encouragement or motivation, to stay on a path of well-being and to do what you believe is best for you.”

“If that's true then focusing on my job is the best thing for me right now,” Christopher replied. “I love my daughters, Art, I really do but one doesn't give a shit about her family and the other one is missing. Someone needs to make sure my household is provided for, and make sure there is a household to provide for.”

Arthit stared at the person at his front porch for a long moment before sighing. “I suppose I can't argue with that.”

“I'm glad,” the elder Wu said. “I have...I have to finish packing up the house. I need to go.”

Arthit nodded dismissively. “Yes, well...Good luck.”

Christopher sighed and nodded before he turned on his heel and left the Boonchuy's front porch. Arthit turned around and gently kicked the door closed behind him. He looked down at the bright yellow flowers and immediately thought of Anne and Marcy...

“I like these flowers!” Marcy exclaimed as she pointed at a picture of yellow flowers in one of Arthit's books. “Are these sunflowers, Mister Boonchuy?”

“No, they're not, Marcy,” he replied with a laugh. “Those are called Black-Eyed Susans. Their Latin name is Rudbeckia hirta.”

“Rude-becky...”

He chuckled and ruffled Marcy's hair. “You can just call them Black-Eyed Susans. They attract a lot of neat insects like dragonflies, butterflies, and certain types of beetles.”

“Wow!” Marcy exclaimed in wonder. “How do you know so much about flowers, Mister Boonchuy?”

“I learned about them when I was in college back in Thailand,” he replied. “I was really into flowers and plants. I majored in Botany, that's the study of plants, and minored in Culinary Arts.”

“So you like plants and cooking?”

Arthit nodded. “Yup. I learn about flowers and arrangements more as a hobby these days.” He looked over the little girl's head at the picture of the flowers. “When you give someone this flower, it's supposed to encourage or motivate someone. That means that you want them to be the best at what they do.”

Marcy looked back at the book then turned to her friend. “Anne, when we grow up and have a house together, I want a big backyard and I want to have a huge garden full of Susans!”

“Really?” Anne asked.

“Yeah!” Marcy replied. “Because your favorite color is yellow! And they attract cool bugs! And because when I look at them, it makes me want to be the best I can be!”

Arthit chuckled again as he heard the stove timer ring. He ruffled both the girls' hair and left the girls to look at his book as he got up to finish his cooking...

He couldn't fight the single tear that fell from his eye.

Wherever you girls are, he thought, I hope you're okay...

[fazar234]

Chapter 1: Wally - Helping Hand

Five times Sasha helped a citizen of Wartwood, and the one time they returned the favor.

Chapter 1: After Wally loses his accordion, Sasha attempts to cheer him up.

(I wanted to try a different writing style for this one, so I hope you all like it!)

Taglist: @writingamongther0ses, @eclipsewarrior101, @d-blue02, @dawn-is-gay, @hughjidiot, @eeveearoace, @eeveearoace-creative, @sonofrose, @iamthelordoftime, @shikokiomi, @space-lynn, @rennikothecatdog, @waybrights, @casswithmywholeheart, @starsfic, @luna--dragon, @mira-blue

Accordions are the only instruments Sasha hates.

It’s been a known fact ever since kindergarten, when her teachers would always sing cheesy songs with life lessons in them and play those wretched things over and over again, and the blonde would have no choice but to make it look like she was singing along, while secretly covering her ears.

It’s not any better in Wartwood, the town of frogs that Sasha has sworn to protect for her (ex?) friend Anne Boonchuy. Planning against the tyrannical rule of King Andrias would be a lot easier if Wally Ribbiton would quit playing his accordion and yodeling during their meetings. Sasha never tells him to stop though, because that would be mean, and she doesn’t want to be mean anymore.

One day though, Wally does stop playing his accordion…because it breaks during a battle with an army of Frobots that invaded the town. Obviously, he’s upset about it, hence the crying and mourning over his precious instrument.

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“Hey, it’s not that bad,” Sasha said, trying to comfort Wally, who had been sobbing over his broken accordion, no longer able to play a note. “We can get you a new one—”

“NO!” Wally yelled, surprising the blonde. “My accordion has been with me all these years of my life! It was there when I escaped the strict rules of Ribbitvale. It was there when I first settled into Wartwood. It was even there when I blew up Toad Tower by accident!” Sasha cringed at that memory, but Wally didn’t seem to notice. “If I replace it, I’ll replace all those lovely memories as well! I can’t do that!” And with that, Wally resumed his mental breakdown, while Sasha watched with an uncomfortable look on her face.

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Now, Sasha would normally rejoice in secret over not having to put up with that awful sound ever again, but after seeing the one-eyed frog rocking back and forth, hyperventilating like it’s doomsday, she can’t help but feel sorry for him. So, she decides to lift his spirits again, and she knows exactly how.

One afternoon, Sasha heads over to Leopold Loggle’s shop (which had been broken once) to see about getting the accordion repaired.

“Ah, Sasha! Welcome!” Loggle greets with a smile. “What can I do for ya today?”

“Hey, Loggle,” Sasha replies. “You, uh, wouldn’t happen to have experience in repairing things, would you? An instrument, to be specific.”

The axolotl shakes his head. “I’m afraid I dooooooooooooooooooooooooon’t. Why’d ya ask?”

Sasha looks bummed. “Well, that sucks. I was looking for someone to help repair Wally’s accordion, but I guess I’ll have to—”

Loggle immediately perks up his eyes upon hearing that. “Repair Wally’s accordion, ya say? Well, say no more!” he exclaims.

“But I thought you didn’t—”

“I know what I said, young lady, but Wally is a good friend of mine! If ya wanna cheer him up, then I’ll see what I can do!”

And with that, the axolotl gets to work, combining his wood-carving skills with his old smithing ones. It’s not an easy job, seeing as he has no knowledge of repairs, but he persists regardless. It takes a few hours, but the result ends up being a somewhat success.

“Go ahead, try it for yourself!” Loggle urges, and Sasha nods, before moving the new bellows that were carved from wood and pressing a note, and it produces the same, irritating noise that she remembers so well.

“Awesome! Thanks, Loggle!” Sasha exclaims before heading out the door and rushing to Wally’s place to reunite him with his beloved instrument.

When she knocks on the door, it opens, and she is greeted with a frog who has a visible beard growing underneath his chin, a frown that’s stretches his lips so widely that it seems to hurt, and a red eye, symbolizing that he hasn’t gotten much sleep.

“Uh, hey Wally…” Sasha says, feeling a little shaken at seeing Wally of all people miserable. “You look a little less…like yourself than usual…”

“Oh, good day, Sasha…” Wally replies, his voice broken and dejected. “What are ya here fer?”

“I, uh, have a surprise for you…” Sasha answers, holding up the (somewhat) repaired accordion that Wally longs for, and plays it to show that it’s back in working order.

Wally’s eyes widen, and he jumps in surprise and shock, as though he had never been miserable at all. “Wha – my accordion! But how?!”

“Loggle helped repair it,” Sasha replies with a smile. “Here, try it yourself.”

Wally eagerly takes his beloved instrument, and moves the bellows, pressing notes, which make the noise he had longed to hear again. “It’s…it’s amazing! It works like new!” Wally exclaims, as he begins playing with joy (and thankfully doesn’t sing). “Oh, how can I ever repay ya?”

“Just one thing,” Sasha answers, chuckling as she watches Wally enjoy himself, before continuing.

“Please don’t ever play that during our meetings.”

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Honestly, I feel like this could have turned out better, but I didn't really know what else to add.

Let me know what you all think with a reblog (constructive criticism is welcome!) and I'll see you all soon!

[fan-art-ic]

Don't Stop Here

She's back. Anne is really back on Earth. She can hardly believe it.

(Picks up immediately after the episode ends) (ao3 link in reblog)

Anne can hardly believe it. Cars honked around her and every breath is heavy with unnatural smog. She meets eyes with a human stranger, who lifts a phone very quickly and stares bug-eyed at her. Not at her, no, at her family. She turns to Hop-pop, Sprig, and Polly, all scratched, bruised, tired, afraid, and looking at her with trust in their eyes. Hop-pop croaks and coughs and Anne notices her frog family's skin is graying. She has to get them out of here. Off the hood of the car, over five lanes of traffic, hopped over the guardrail, down the hill, through a sparse copse of trees, to the sidewalk under the bridge and-

"Anne?" A pink hand tugs on her wrist. "Anne, stop. Please." Her feet stumble to a stop and her socked foot lands on something sharp and cutting and she gasps.

"Anne!"

Two sets of hands catch her torso, and she faintly feels a wet touch pulling at her ankle. Her family carefully let her down, so she lands heavily on her butt instead of her nose. Anne's next breath is a punch of air and her lungs brighten with pain as she loses control of her inhales and exhales. Her eyes hurt and burn. When she wipes a dirty hand across her face, she winces as hot tears and snot sting her injuries. A light weight settles onto her back and rubs in a circular motion. Anne clings to the sensation. Between sputtering breaths, she begins to hear. "-in...and out...in...and out," Hop-pop's soothing, raspy voice repeats and then she can hear Sprig humming. It's a song Wally wrote about a silly snail getting lost and he had sung it at her Frog of the Year party. A laugh bubbles up into a sob and Anne reaches out her arms to pull all three of them close.

"I love you guys," she chokes out, and Polly pats her cheek.

"We love you too, Anne," says the polliwog, normally so energetic now wrung out and too bright-eyed. She needs to pull herself together. Anne releases her grip and her family takes a step back. She runs her hands through her hair and shakes her head, dust and dirt and surprisingly long twigs falling to the broken concrete.

"Alright, froggy fam," she begins, "I'm going to take you to meet my human fam." Sprig whoops, but he's clearly flagging.

"Yay!..."

Anne grimaces and looks at Hop-pop. The old, orange frog meets her gaze steadily, but she can tell how much he is missing his cane. "Hop-pop, you got Polly, I got Sprig?" He nods. "Alright. Let's make our way to the highway, follow along till we hit an exit, follow that till we hit town, figure out where we are, call my parents. Sound good?" No one protests and Anne helps Sprig up to her shoulder as Hop-pop collects Polly.

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They're maybe ten minutes into their walk, and every step is a jolt to her nervous system. Her skin feels prickly, her jaw too tight, her muscles ache like never before. The pressure of her Newtopian breastplate, once reassuring, weighs her every step like a lodestone.  The heron-leather straps pinch at the underside of her arms. Sprig's cool, damp skin is refreshing against the back of her neck, but it's not slimy enough and it concerns Anne. She bites her lip and tries to time her steps so that her sneaker hits the rocks and roots, while her socked-foot hits bare earth. She isn't always successful, and everything is starting to throb. Her temples pulse loudly in her head and her knees are weak and her mouth is parched.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, Polly..." Hop-pop murmurs behind her. She can't see him, but she hears the dragging footsteps crunch the dry grass and the low comfortings of the grandfather to the polliwog. A stabbing pain shoots through her chest, and Anne forces her legs into a march. Focuses on the act of raising her thigh, swinging her calf forward, shifting her weight, repeat ad infinitum.

In seventh grade health class, there had been only one day dedicated to 'mental health issues' and something mentioned was meditative breathing. In multiple P.E. classes, Anne heard the teachers talk about making sure to breath while exercising. One, two, three. In. One, two, three. Out. Anne can do this.

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The clouds parted a bit as they walked and the sun is nearly blinding Anne, as she squints at the sign. DALY STREET EXIT, it read in giant white text on green. Okay, so now they can get out of the weird in-between highway area they've been hiking. She points at it. "This way."

Something is mumbled behind her back.

"Huh?" She stops to turn and looks at Hop-pop. "What's up?" The elderly frog's face is twisted in a very non-confidence inspiring way.

"Well...Anne, I can't help but notice you don't have your backpack. Or...or your phone. So-" All Anne could hear was a piercing, ringing sound. Her hands clenched and unclenched.

"Right," says Anne, interrupting whatever the old frog had been saying. "Right. I don't have my backpack or phone." She blinks rapidly and Hop-pop's brow furrows deeper grooves. Her fingernails dig grooves of equal depth into her palms. "Okay, so," she claps her hands and ignores Sprig and Polly startle, "we will keep going. We will find someone kind and nice who will be willing to call my parents. End of plan."

"Great plan," Sprig yawns in her ear, and she can't help the yawn in return. It stretches her neck muscles and she yawns again for good measure. Polly yawns, then Hop-pop, then her and Polly at the same time. They all smile and the moment of brevity gets the family going again, the plan -no matter how little Anne believes in it herself- solidly in mind and the goal spurring them on. Not too much further now.

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The sign for 7-11 flickers and there is a closed down Redbox sitting stoutly next to a ash-tray/trash can. The ad in the window advertises Berry Glam Blitz Bomb and a two for four hotdogs sale. Her stomach rumbles.

Her family is crowded together outside the storefront, and Anne doesn't know what to do. She's loathe to leave the Plantars by themselves, but maybe the cashier won't be the most cynical soul in Los Angeles. Then the frogs won't go under the risk of wandering the streets, talking to strangers. She can't bring them in though, what if the employee freaks out (like...any reasonable person confronted by talking frog people would). A clammy, orange hand taps her arm twice. She looks down.

"We'll be okay for five minutes, Anne," reassures Hop-pop. "Hand me Sprig." She doesn't hand him Sprig so much as the pink frog melts off her back and flops down next to his grandfather, but either way transfer successful. Okay now it's just time to interact with a human who isn't one of her two childhood best friends. She can't be totally out of practice right?

Marcy's eyes had been so wide when she died. Her pretty, dark brown eyes glittering from the light of Andrias' sword. From the flashing blue of the portal home. From tears.

Anne swallows roughly and steps toward the entrance. She scolds herself when the self-automated doors startle her, and she glances around the store. Someone tall and bald by the coolers, someone on the phone in the back, besides them and Anne the place is empty. Well, and the cashier. She approaches the register before she can one-eighty out the stupid doors, and she clears her throat. The cashier, a young guy with bright green and black hair and a name tag reading 'Jared', looks up from his phone.

"Hey-o, ready to check out?"

"Um, no actually," Anne starts and stops. What is she supposed to say? "I...dropped my phone and it cracked badly," she lies. "I was supposed to meet up with my mom but I can't get the dang thing to turn on." She laughs, short and high-pitched, rubbing her neck. "Is there like, a store phone I could borrow to call her?"

Jared raises his eyebrows. "No, there isn't a store phone. If you buy something I could exchange dollars for quarters, I think there's a phone booth near here." The lights are buzzing really loudly, Anne notices. She takes a deep breath.

"Sorry, that doesn't work. Could I borrow your phone?" She sees how the older guy assesses her. She sees her dirty torn school skirt, her scorched copper armor, the twigs that she can't stop finding in her hair. "Or could I give you her number? Please, I just want to get back to my mom." Jared's frown softens and his mouth opens to speak, but is cut off by a voice behind Anne.

"Annie Bone-choy?" Her neck complains at the speed she turns to look. The bald person she saw earlier. Face contorted in open surprise, finger pointed in her direction, he says in a nasally SoCal accent, "Your parents have been looking everywhere for you."

"Do I know you?" Anne asks. Bald guy shakes his head. "No. I like your parents restaurant, amazing noodles by the way, and they have your missing posters all over the front. Yours and two other girls."

"I thought you lost your phone and were meeting up with your mom," Jared unhelpful interjects. Anne looks between both of them.

"Can I please use someone's phone to call my mom?" The two adults look at each other.

"Tell me your mom's number," says Jared tentatively. Anne rattles off the ten digit code with ease. She remembers sitting in the kitchen and her mom helping her arrange plastic magnet numbers in the order of her cell phone number. Jared puts the phone on speaker and the dialing tone begins to ring. Once, twice, three times, four...

"Hi! This is Madee Boonchuy. Not here right now, please leave a message!" The messaging system beeps and Anne just shakes her head at Jared. He ends the call.

"Can you please try again?" She pleads. Jared frowns, but does as requested. The dialing rings again. And gets voice-mail, again.

"I could call the restaurant," the bald guy offers. "It's not exactly rush hour but they are open right now, right?" Anne blinks away the stinging in her eyes. She has no idea what time it is, no idea what day or month or even if it's the same year. Who knows how Amphibia time lines up with Earth time?

"Can you? Please?" He nods and pulls out his phone. A minute while he finds the contact, and now for the third time, the phone rings on speaker. Anne knows what they say about third tries, and she crosses her fingers tightly.

"Hello? Delivery or pick-up?" Familiar, accented English, and Anne has to resist falling to the floor.

"Mom," Anne whispers in Thai, and the voice on the line speaks rapidly.

"Anne? Sweetheart? Oh my god, Anne? Anne?"

"It's me Mom. It's Anne," Anne sniffs and hiccups.

Some sharp, unintelligible yelling comes out the receiver, and there is a rustling and slamming sound before Anne's mom replies, "Where are you?"

Anne blue screens for a second. "I'm..." She struggles to remember. "I'm at a 7-11."

"What? Where? What street?"

"Daly Street," Jared pipes up.

"Who is that?" Her mother says sharply.

"That's just the cashier, he was, he was helping me. Well and another guy who comes to the restaurant apparently? I uh, he says he recognized me from my posters, huh, I didn't realize I'd have any," Anne rambles.

"I'm coming to you, Anne," Her mom promises. "I'm going to hug you so much. I'm coming to you. I have to hang up now, to get in the car, but do not go. Please."

"I promise," says Anne, and when her mom ends the call, she starts crying.

.

She exits the 7-11 once she gets the bald guy and Jared to distract each other (i.e. purchasing a bottled soda), and she spots the Plantars immediately. They're on top of a parked USPS truck. When Anne peers around the vehicle to see the other side of the street, she spies the mailman making his way towards the truck. Crap.

"Guys!" She hisses through clenched teeth. She raps her knuckles against the truck's side and hear Polly yelp. "Guys, get off the truck!" A moment later, Hop-pop and Sprig land beside her, Polly in her brother's arms. Anne pulls them over to the Redbox and huddles on the side opposite to the store entrance. She steps in front of them, hoping her body will shield enough of the frogs so nobody looks closer.

"Your mom is gonna be here soon?" Sprig asks. Anne nods.

"Yep, she'll...she'll be here soon." There's no response, and there is a take-a-tab paper taped to the trash can advertising singing lessons, and it's all Anne can do to not remember the time Sasha threw a karaoke party and they all started singing badly and together, and Anne blinks and keeps talking.

"My mom will come, and she's probably in her mini-van, oh man she's gonna tear through like twenty stop signs and scare other drivers so bad," she snorts, "and maybe there'll be a loose water bottle or a chip bag in the car, and oh man, you guys don't know what sour cream and onion chips are I can't wait to show you-"

"Anne," Hop-pop cuts her off. "Don't forget to breathe." She sucks in a deep breath and feels bile creeping up her throat. She tries to swallow but her mouth is so dry it just hurts. She can't imagine how her frog family's is feeling compared to her, they must be feeling so much worse than her, and they haven't said anything yet. Anne exhales forcefully. When a hand squeezes around her own, she squeezes back reassuringly.

They all jump as a dark red mini-van screeches to a halt in front of the 7-11. The driver exits the car, not wasting time to even park, and runs towards them. "Anne!"

"Mom!!!" Anne cries and she takes only a few steps before she's barreled over.

"Anne, oh my god, thank the heavens it's you! Anne, Anne, oh my baby," Anne's mom sobs into her shoulder before pulling back. Anne stares at her mother. Lets her eyes trace the deepened wrinkles, notice the shining, brown eyes the same shade as her own, the beauty mark on her chin. Her mom's glasses are new. Anne can't remember what they'd been, but now her mom wears tortoiseshell frames.

"I like your glasses," is the first thing to tumble out of Anne's mouth, and she nearly slaps herself. Her mom laughs wetly.

"Oh, Anne, oh, I've missed you so much." Her mother folds her back into her arms. Anne hugs back as tightly as she can for a second before her mom stiffens with a surprised grunt. "And you're so much stronger, when did that happen?"

Anne smiles. "I'll tell you about it." She steps back and grabs her mom by the shoulders. They're the same height now. "I'll tell you all about it." And that means... "Mom, let me introduce you to the Plantars," Anne steps to her mom's side and reveals her froggy family.

Her mother gasps and says something in Thai that Anne doesn't know. She would bet it's one of the worse swear words. "I know it's a shock, cuz, well, two foot tall talking frogs," says Anne and motions for the trio to come a bit closer. "But they protected me, fed me, and loved me while I was stranded in their world." Hop-pop shuffles the closes with Sprig and Polly poking their heads out behind him.

Hop-pop extends his hand. "My name is Hopadiah Plantar, it's an honor to meet you Mrs. Boonchuy." Her mom looks down at the wrinkly, orange hand and then back at Anne. She nods encouragingly and her mom steels herself before meeting the hand with her own.

She gingerly shakes it. "Pleasure to meet you...Hopadiah," Anne's mom says his name carefully. "My daughter says you kept her safe?" Hop-pop nods.

"To the best of my ability," and his face gains a wry look and he rubs the back of his neck. "When she and my grandkids weren't off chasing trouble."

Anne's mom smiles tentatively. "I'm sure. Are these your grandkids here?" Sprig comes out behind Hop-pop's back and puts out his hand.

"I'm Sprig Plantar! And this is-" A loud honk interrupts him and everyone in the group startles, moving to look at the source. A silver BMW is stuck behind her mom's mini-van and the one-way street doesn't give any wiggle around room. A shout filters out of the sports car. "MOVE YOUR CAR!" Except with a lot more swears. Anne's mom sighs.

"Introductions later, let's get in the car," she instructs and everyone moves.

All the frogs hesitate as they get closer, Sprig even flinching when Anne hauls open the back seat door with a slam. She gestures inside. "C'mon guys, it's just like a wagon," Anne says. Polly hops in first and settles into the closest middle row seat. She bounces a couple times.

"It's comfy," the polliwog reports. The jerk in the BMW honks again, even longer. Sprig and Hop-pop pile in and Anne closes the door behind them. She gets into the passenger seat and the feeling of air conditioning against her skin is like. Magic wind. Super relaxing. Like insane luxury. Oh, Anne missed technology.

"Buckle up." Her mom clicks her seat belt into the lock and starts pulling away immediately. Leaving Anne to explain what 'buckle up' means, and what a seat belt is, and no she doesn't know when they were invented. The questions continue as the mini-van pulls onto the highway, but the group soon quiets down. Anne blinks slowly and looks outside the window. The trees and billboards and other cars pass by her so quickly, so much quicker than Bessie could ever go. A pang strikes her heart as Anne realizes Bessie will be all alone. She hopes the Plantar's family snail is taken care of while they're gone. Anne looks away from the window as nausea grips her throat. She's almost home. She can hold off on falling apart for just a little longer.

.

"Anne, honey, are you awake? We're home."

Anne blinks and she squeezes her eyes tight and yawns loudly and long. She hadn't realized she dozed off. "I'm...home." She opens the door and doesn't let her twinging feet deter her from getting a good look at her home. The small bushes that lined the driveway, the slightly dented mailbox, the umbrella her dad always left outside the red door. Anne drinks it all in.

For the past several months she had been in a world with fantastical flora and fauna and shocking experiences every day, but Anne feels dizzy at the sight of her home. Her eyes catch on every detail, the once too-familiar not familiar enough. The bristly door mat; the unpolished brass numbers: 301; the creaky porch step; the small, pink, clay owl figurine Anne had given to her mom for Mother's Day in fifth grade and sat tucked in the corner. Her eyelashes are sticky with tears.

"Your house is SOOOOOOOOO BIG!" Anne snorts and is grateful for Sprig. She turns around to look at the small, pink frog.

"It's pretty nice! I've loved growing up here. Three-oh-one Silver Spring Lane." A gobsmacked look.

"You have springs made of silver?" Sprig's jaw drops. Hop-pop's head pokes out of the van.

"What's this I hear of silver springs?"

Surprisingly, it's Anne's mom who answers. She laughs, and it soothes Anne, before saying, "No, Hopadiah. It's just a nice name for a road." Anne tunes out what Hop-pop replies in favor of turning back to the door.

The metal door handle is hot to touch, searing from the oppressive California heat. She breathes out in a harsh whoosh and forces herself to yank the door open. It slams against the wall and the hinges squeak. Anne hears a sound of protest from her mom, but she can't acknowledge it when there's a bullet of fluff running towards the door.

"DOMINO!" The cat jumps into Anne's arms and she catches her, swinging Domino around and around and gosh, will Anne ever stop crying today? She hides her tears in Domino's soft, white belly, and laughs as the cat wiggles around to climb up her shoulders. Domino wraps around her neck and rubs Anne's check with her cute, little face.

Anne collapses to her knees and she pulls her cat around and holds her so carefully and so, so close. Domino allows this longer than ever before, but soon she does squirm and fall to the carpet on all four feet. She chirps and purrs vacuum-like. Anne's hands move on their own accord, stroking down Domino's back, scratching all her sweet spots, reacquainting herself with her Domino, her beautiful angel baby.

"Anne, could you move your reunion a few feet more into the hallway? So we can come in?" Her mom says, her tone telling Anne she's smiling. Anne kisses her baby's head one more time before standing up and moves to the side. Ugh, her knees hurt from carpet burn. That's one thing she hadn't missed.

"Sprig, Polly, Hop-pop! Remember the killapillar?" Anne scoops up Domino and holds her out. "This is Domino One!" Sprig steps closer, squinting. He pokes at Domino's paw and she mrrps! at him. He flinches back for a second before staring deep into her eyes. Anne watches this stare-off with no small amount of amusement.

Eventually, Sprig asks, "So this Domino won't kill us for dinner?" Anne shakes her head and a leaf drifts from her hair.

"Nope!"

Sprig oh so slowly reaches a finger to Domino's long-haired back. "Oh!" He says, curling his fingers through the fur. "She's even softer than peatmoss."

Polly joins her brother and jumps up and down on her new, little legs. "Let me pet her!" Anne leans back down, but Domino wriggles out her grip and runs down the hallway, disappearing around the kitchen corner. Polly pouts. "Aw! I wanted to touch Domino One."

Anne pats her yellow bow. "Don't worry. There's plenty of time for that later."

"I believe a good use of time right now," Anne's mom says, still lingering in the open door, "would be for you to change out of your dirty clothes. Go take a shower."

Anne stares at her mom stunned. "Oh my god...," she whispers. "I shall finally be clean." Sprig laughs.

"Are there no showers where you come from?" Anne's mom asks Hop-pop as Anne still revels in the very idea of pressurized water.

"I can't say I know what a shower-whatsit is, but we did bathe," Hop-pop says archly, half at Anne's mom and half at her. Her mom nods understandingly. Then frowns.

"Do you have any spare clothes with you?" She asks and all the Plantars go wide-eyed.

"We..." Hop-pop can't finish his sentence hands twisting his ascot. Sprig looks morose and he's holding onto his slingshot tightly. Polly is similar, tugging at her frayed and dirty yellow bow. Anne's heart twinges, and she cuts in.

"We didn't exactly have time to pack our wardrobes when we came, Mom," she says. "I have piggy bank money, we can go shopping guys! You guys have to see the mall. This time, my treat," she tries to cheer up the little frogs.

Sprig and Polly perk up at the mention of visiting the mall, but Hop-pop and her mom both protest at once.

"Anne, that's mighty kind of you, but-"

"Anne, that's very generous, but-"

Both stop and her mom motions for the frog to continue. Hop-pop waits a second more before saying, "Anne, you don't need to spend your savings on us. We can make do if you just show us to a wash bucket and a needle with thread. When these get worn out, we'll cross that river when we come to it." Anne's mom then lays a hand on Hop-pop's shoulder, slightly crouching to reach. Hop-pop nods at her.

Her mom smiles before saying to him, "I can certainly show you the washing machine, but we'll figure out another set of clothes for you." Her gaze casts over Sprig, Polly, and Anne. "For all of you. And Anne," her mom walks up to her and she smiles with glistening eyes, "when did you grow up so much?" She brings Anne into a tight hug before releasing her. And boops her nose. Anne squeals. Her mom smiles. "I will pay for the shopping. Now!" She claps. "Shoes off."

Everyone looked down at their feet and noticed the frogs didn't have any. "Ah well, shoes and...shoe off. Anne, what happened to your shoe?"

Anne waves it off. "Lost it a few months ago." Her mother grumbles and Anne suspects she'll be getting a new pair of sneakers in the near future. Then it occurs to her, "Where's Dad?"

"He had to stay to make sure the delivery went smoothly since Jackson quit and everyone else messes it up," her mom explains while running her hands through Anne's hair.

Anne gasps. "No! Not Jackson."

"Yes, Jackson," replies her mom. Her fingers tug painfully through Anne's hair and come away holding a handful of leaves and twigs. "Is there an entire forest in your head? Now off you go, shower. Get the dirt off," she commands. Anne rolls her eyes.

"Yes, Mom," Anne says in Thai and kisses her cheek. She looks to the Plantars. "You guys okay with my mom showing you around the house? Show you somewhere to sit and some water?"

Hop-pop nods and Polly wiggles. "I have a mighty THIRST," she yells. Anne giggles.

"Well, alright froggy fam. See you on the flip side," and she starts to head up the steps, her fingers trailing the railing, when a cough causes her to pause. She glances back.

"Anne..." Sprig says, "welcome home."

Tears spill over her cheeks and Anne half-falls down the stairs to give him a tight hug. Quickly, other froggy arms surround the two and are joined by a pair of human arms. All together, all safe, all alive. Anne takes a deep breath, and exhales heavily. She's back home.

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Characters Appearences

Yesterday, I was planning to photoshopping some images of any Disney characters in Amphibia: Calamity War on my laptop, but sadly my laptop froze and I have no choice, but to restart and cancel the project. However, I’ve already typed down on my notes from my iPad and here are some lists of any characters that will appeared with each colors. For example, blue is for main protagonists, red is for antagonists, green is for supporters or minor, orange is for cameo or mentioned, purple is for one appearance in one chapter, and pink is for guest stars.

Amphibia: Anne Boonchuy, Sprig Plantar, Polly Plantar, Hop Pop Plantar, Sasha Waybright, Marcy Wu, Captain Grime, Lady Olivia, General Yunan, Mrs. Boonchuy, Mr. Boonchuy, Domino, Bessie the Snail, Angelo the Snail, Ivy Sundew, Felicia Sundew, Sylvia Sundew, Maddie Flour, Rosemary Flour, Ginger Flour, Lavender Flour, Mr. Flour, One Eyed Wally, Mrs. Croaker, Archie the Spider, Leopold Loggle, Stumpy, Duckweed, Mayor Toadstool, Toadie, Chuck, Tuti, Soggy Joe, Percy, Braddock, Efty, Dorris, Gertie, Bella, Priscilla, Pearl, Valeriana, Beatrix, Aldo, Bog, Fens, King Andrias, Frog-Bot, and Mysterious Entity.

Mickey Mouse & Friends: Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Pluto, Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, Goofy, Chip, Dale, Huey Duck, Dewey Duck, Louie Duck, Webby Vanderquack, Scrooge McDuck, Max Goof, Roxanne, Pete, Clarabelle Cow, Horace Horsecollar, Clara Cluck, Clarice, Jose Carioca, Panchito Pistoles, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Ortensia the Cat, Bunny Children, Fiddler Pig, Fifer Pig, Practical Pig, Big Bad Wolf, Della Duck, Gyro Gearloose, April, May, June, Monty Fieldmouse, Freddie Fieldmouse, Melody Mouse, Millie Mouse, Mortimer Mouse, Gizmo Duck, Chief O’Hara, Beagle Boys, Magica De Spell, Flintheart Glomgold, and Phantom Blot.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs: Snow White, The Prince, Doc, Grumpy, Happy, Bashful, Sneezy, Sleepy, Dopey, Evil Queen, and Magic Mirror.

Pinocchio: Pinocchio, Gepetto, Jiminy Cricket, Figaro, Cleo, Honest John, Gideon, and Blue Fairy.

Fantasia: Yen Sid, Hyacinth Hippo, Ben Ali Gator, Madame Ostrich, Magic Broom, Chernabog, Ghouls, and Demons.

Dumbo: Dumbo, Timothy Mouse, Mrs. Jumbo, and Casey Junior.

Bambi: Bambi, Faline, Thumper, Miss Bunny, and Flower.

Song of the South: Br’er Rabbit, Br’er Fox, and Br’er Bear.

The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad: Mr. Toad and the Headless Horseman.

Cinderella: Cinderella, Prince Canrming, Fairy Godmother, Jaq, Gus, Mary, Suzy, Pearla, and Blue Birds.

Alice In Wonderland: Alice, Mad Hatter, March Hare, White Rabbit, Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum, Cheshire Cat, Queen of Hearts, and Deck of Cards.

Peter Pan: Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Captain Hook, Mr. Smee, Pirate Crew, and Tick-Tock the Crocodile.

Lady and the Tramp: Lady and Tramp.

Sleeping Beauty: Aurora, Prince Phillip, Flora, Fauna, Merryweather, Maleficent, Diablo, and the Goons.

101 Dalmatians: Pongo, Perdita, 99 Dalmatian Puppies, and Cruella De Vil.

The Sword in the Stone: Merlin and Archimedes.

Mary Poppins: Penguin Waiters

The Jungle Book: Mowgli, Shanti, Baloo, Bagheera, King Louie, Monkeys, Shere Khan and Kaa.

Herbie the Love Bug: Herbie.

Robin Hood: Robin Hood, Maid Marian, Little John, and Friar Tuck.

The Aristocat: Thomas O’Malley, Duchess, Marie, Berlioz, and Toulouse.

Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh: Winnie the Pooh, Piglet, Tigger, Eeyore, Rabbit, Kanga, Roo, Owl, and Gopher.

The Rescuers: Bernard and Bianca.

Pete’s Dragon: Elliot the Dragon.

The Fox and the Hound: Todd and Copper.

The Black Cauldron: The Horned King and the Army of the Dead.

The Great Mouse Detective: Basil, Dawson, and Professor Ratigan.

Who Framed Roger Rabbit: Roger Rabbit, Jessica Rabbit, Baby Herman, and Benny the Cab.

Oliver and Company: Oliver, Dodger, and Jenny Forrester.

Talespin: Don Karnage and Sky Pirates.

The Little Mermaid: Ariel, Eric, Melody, Flounder, Sebastian, Scuttle, King Triton, Ursula, Flotsam, and Jetsam.

Darkwing Duck: Darkwing Duck, Launchpad McQuack, Gosalyn, Negaduck, Megavolt, Quackerjack, Brushroot, and Liquidator.

Beauty and the Beast: Belle, Beast, Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, Chip, and Gaston.

Aladdin: Aladdin, Jasmine, Abu, Genie, Magic Carpet, Rajah, Jafar, and Iago.

The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack Skellington, Sally Ragdoll, Zero, Oogie Boogie, Lock, Shock, Barrel, Mayor of Halloween Town, Dr. Finkelstein, Wolfman, Harlequin Demon, Snake Fingers, Undersea Gal, Vampires, Witches, Corpse Family, Igor, Scary Clown, Behemoth, Mummy, Devil, Mr. Hyde, and Zombie Band.

The Lion King: Simba, Nala, Kiara, Kovu, Timon, Pumbaa, Rafiki, Zazu, Scar, Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed.

Pocahontas: Pocahontas, John Smith, Meeko, and Flit.

Toy Story: Woody, Buzz Lightyear, Jessie, Bo Peep, Hamm, Rex, Mr. Potato Head, Mrs. Potato Head, Slinky Dog, Little Green Men, Trixie, Buttercup, Dolly, Mr. Pricklepants, Forky, Ducky, Bunny, Duke Caboom, Green Army Men, Evil Emperor Zurg, Bonnie Anderson, and Mrs. Anderson.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Quasimodo, Esmeralda, Clopin, and Judge Claude Frollo.

Hercules: Hercules, Meg, Philoctetes, Pegasus, Hades, Pain, Panic, Hydra, and the Muses.

The Recess: T.J. Detweiler, Ashley Spinelli, Vince LaSalle, Gus Griswald, Gretchen Grundler, and Mikey Blumberg.

Mulan: Fa Mulan, Li Shang, Mushu, Crickee, and Grandma Fa.

A Bug’s Life: Flik, Princess Atta, Dot, Heimlich, Francis, Slim, Dim, Rosie, Tuck, Roll, Manny, and Gypsy.

Tarzan: Tarzan, Jane Porter, Terk, and Tantor.

Dinosaur: Iguanodon, Styracosaurus, Brachiosaurus, Parasaurolophus, Pachyrhinosaurus, Struthiomimus, Stgymoloch, Microceratops, Pteranodon, Velociraptor, and Carnotaurus.

The Emperor’s New Groove: Kuzco, Yzma, and Kronk.

Atlantis the Lost Empire: Milo Thatch, Princess Kida, Mole, Vinny, Audrey, Joshua Sweet, and Obby.

Monsters Inc.: Mike Wazowski, James P. Sullivan, Celia, Randall Bogg, and Yeti.

Lilo and Stitch: Lilo Pelekai, Stitch, Nani Pelekai, David, Jumba Jookiba, Pleakley, Angel, Reuben, Sparky, Sample, Felix, Gantu, and Cobra Bubbles.

Treasure Planet: Jim Hawkins, B.E.N., Morph, and Long John Silver.

Kim Possible: Kimberly Anne Possible, Ron Stoppable, Rufus, Wade, Dr. Drakken, and Shego.

Brother Bear: Kenei, Koda, Rutt, and Tuke.

Finding Nemo: Nemo, Marlin, Dory, Squirt, Crush, Hank, Destiny, Bailey, Bruce, Anchor, Chum, Mr. Ray, and Nemo’s Classmates.

The Incredibles: Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl, Violet Parr, Dash Parr, Jack-Jack Parr, and Frozone.

Cars: Lightning McQueen, Tow Mater, Sally, Cruz Ramirez, Luigi, Guido, Ramone, Flo, Filmore, Sarge, Sheriff, Red, Lizzie, and Mack.

Ratatouille: Remy and Emile.

Phineas and Ferb: Phineas Flynn, Ferb Fletcher, Candace Flynn, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, Perry the Platypus, Heinz Doofenshmirtz, Jeremy Johnson, Stacy Hirano, Baljeet Tjinder, Buford Van Stomm, Gretchen, Adyson Sweetwater, Ginger Hirano, Katie, Milly, Holly, Linda Flynn, Lawrence Fletcher, Vivian Garcia-Shapiro, Pinky the Chihuahua, Terry the Turtle, Peter the Panda, Meap, Major Monogram, Carl, Vanessa Doofenshmirtz, Milo Murphy, Melissa Chase, Zack Underwood, Diogee, Candervish, and Dakota.

Wall-E: Wall-E and Eve.

Up: Carl Fredrickson, Russell, and Dug.

The Princess and the Frog: Tiana, Naveen, Louis, and Dr. Facilier.

Tangled: Rapunzel, Flynn Rider, Pascal, Maximus, Cassandra, Lance, Red, Angry, and Varian.

Brave: Merida, Queen Elinor, King Fergus, and Angus.

Gravity Falls: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, Soos, Wendy Corduroy, Waddles, Candy, Grenda, Bill Cipher, Agent Power, and Agent Trigger.

Wreck-It Ralph: Wreck-It Ralph, Vanellope Von Schweetz, Fix-It Felix, Sergeant Calhoun, Shank, Taffyta Muttonfudge, Rancis Fluggerbutter, Candlehead, Gloyd Orangeboar, Minty Zaki, Swizzle Malarky, Snowanna Rainbou, Jubileena Bing Bing, Adorabeezle Winterpop, Citrusella Flugpucker, Sour Bill, Sonic the Hedgehog, Tails, Dr. Eggman, Mario, Bowser, Ryu, Ken, Chun Li, Zangief, M. Bison, PAC-MAN, Inky, Blinky, Pinky, Clyde, Neff, Zombie, and Cybugs.

Frozen: Anna, Elsa, Olaf, Kristoff, Sven, Marshmallow, and the Snowgies.

Big Hero 6: Hiro Hamada, Baymax, Go Go Tomago, Wasabi, Honey Lemon, Fred Fredrickson, Minimax, and Aunt Cass.

Inside Out: Joy, Sadness, Disgust, Anger, Fear, Riley Andersen, Mr. and Mrs. Andersen.

Star vs The Forces of Evil: Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz.

Zootopia: Judy Hopps, Nick Wilde, Chief Bogo, and Flash.

Moana: Moana, Maui, Pua, and Hei-Hei.

Coco: Miguel Rivera, Hector Rivera, Imelda Rivera, Coco Rivera, Dante, Rivera’s Family of the Living Realm, Rivera’s Family of the Living Dead, and Pepita.

Big City Green: Cricket Green, Tilly Green, Bill Green, Nancy Green, Alice Green, Remy Remington, and Gloria Sato.

The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Eda Clawthorne, King, Hooty, Amity Blight, Willow Park, Gus Porter, Hunter the Golden Guard, and Emperor Belos.

The Muppet Show: Kermit the Frog, Miss Piggy, Gonzo, Fozzie Bear, Animal, Rizzo the Rat, Scooter, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew, Beaker, Statler, Waldorf, Swedish Chef, Rowland the Dog, Pepe the King Prawn, Dr. Teeth, Janice, Floyd Pepper, Zoot, Camilla the Chicken, Walter, Sweetums, Sam the Eagle, Bean the Bunny, Penguins, Uncle Deadly, Bobo the Bear, and Big Mean Carl.

Marvel (Earth 12041): Spider-Man, Captain America, Iron Man, Thor Odinson, Hulk, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Black Panther, Captain Marvel, Spider-Gwen, Kid Arachnid, Ant-Man, The Wasp, Ms. Marvel, Star Lord, Gamora, Drax, Rocket Raccoon, Groot, Mantis, She Hulk, A-Bomb, Red Hulk, Skaar, Moon Girl, Devil Dinosaur, Deadpool, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, Venom, Doctor Octopus, Loki Laufyson, Red Skull, Crimson Widow, M.O.D.O.K., Whiplash, and Taskmaster.

Star Wars: C-3PO, R2-D2, BB-8, Rey, Finn, Poe Dameron, Chewbacca, Kylo Ren, General Hux, and First Order Stormtroopers.

And there you have it folks. This is how I planned to add some Disney Characters including Pixar, Marvel, and Star Wars are gonna be in Amphibia: Calamity War. Also for video game characters from Wreck-It Ralph that will be guest stars for future chapter. Thanks for reading!