Amity yawned as she got out of her extra abomination studies class. Twice a week she had to waste time she could spend with Luz instead honing her craft. Admittedly, she liked honing her craft and the fact that having a tiny abomination on her shoulder took her literally no effort or thought to do so was promising. Most witches had to be seniors or older before they could create what effectively was a familiar. “Ready to head home and make some cookies? I’ll even give you one?”

“Cookies!? Can I have one?”

Amity’s cheeks turned bright red as she jumped a little at Luz’s voice. She gasped for air as her little abomination rubbed the blossom to help calm her down as her idiot came around to where she could see her. She… wasn’t in her uniform? Instead, Luz was in her casual clothes with her cat hood up and had she gotten a little shorter? She then started hopping up and down like some dumb kid and Amity’s brain stopped worrying about those small things from how cute it was.

Luz then hopped up way too close, almost knocking their heads together in the process before reaching her hands up and grabbing Amity’s tiny abomination with her sleeves. Wait, sleeves? Yeah, her arms were too small for her shirt. As Amity tried to figure out what was going on, Luz cried out, “He’s so cute! Did you make this, Amity? Could we have a little army of them? Oh, what about abomination chess!?”

“Oh, that does sound wonderful, though if we were to do that I would hope that I’d be able to give you a challenge worthy of the effort you put into it.”

Amity turned to her side in complete confusion and turned deathly pale. In front of her was… Luz. In a cute sweater, light jacket, slacks, her hair in a ponytail, and a pair of glasses on. The human tilted her head for a moment before walking to the side of the other… Luz. Two Luz. The gears in Amity’s brain began to grind against each, especially since she’d just dealt with different versions of Luz. She was about ninety percent certain she wasn’t sleeping though as the bookworm Luz asked, “Actually, how did you make this? Are smaller abominations easier to make or is the more precise form more difficult? Do they need different materials?”

Amity swallowed hard as she tried to stammer out something. However, she was stopped by bumping into a surprisingly solid frame. There was also something that sounded like someone dribbling a Grudgby ball but that was impossible. Well, unless it was Bosha showing off by juggling one with her legs. But then she’d be getting constantly knee’d in the back.

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When she turned around, she saw what it was. It was Luz bouncing a ball off of her head. In a cute, loose jersey. Without a shirt underneath it. Or bra straps at her sides. Amity’s face immediately began steaming as her eyes dilated. This Luz didn’t notice immediately as she caught the ball casually and gave Amity a cocky grin. “Hey, so, I know for a sleepover you’re supposed to relax and take it easy, but I was thinking we might do something a little more… intense. What do you think?”

Amity blue screened as she just stood there staring at the jock. The bookworm came up next to the jock though as she rolled her eyes. “She means a Grudgby game. We’d have plenty of players after all.” She then looked to Amity and smiled with evil in her eyes. “I’m quite curious as to what you might have been considering though.”

‘Run Amity.’

The jock tucked the ball into the crook of her arm before leaning in close. “I mean, I’m ready to get down and dirty for whatever as long as it’s with you, Blight.”

‘Run Amity!’

The child of them popped up in front of the other two, which gave Amity’s mini abomination a chance to get back onto her shoulder, before asking, “Is Amity thinking naughty things?”

Amity finally gained enough cognitive function back to realize what her brain was telling her. It was also literally the only thought she could form so she didn’t even scream. She simply turned and took off at a dead sprint back into the school. After all, they’d talked about a sleepover so home might not be safe. Maybe if she just found a quiet place in the library, she’d be safe until whatever this was was fixed.

Once she was back inside though, but the three Luz’s were still distracted at humming about how cute their crush was, a fourth Luz shouted, “Yo, pass me the ball!”

The jock casually popped the ball back into her hands before perfectly tossing it to her side without even looking. A second later, the ball came back as it crashed against the side of the jock’s head and threw her to the ground. The bookworm and child yelped at the attack but they were too slow as the fourth Luz got to them and grabbed them by their throats. With a tight enough squeeze, the two clones fused back into this new one.

Luz wasn’t so quick with the jock as she got on top of the athletic version of herself and pinned her with a knee on the chest. “Okay, where is Amity? What have you said to her?”

The jock blinked a few times before chuckling. “Yo, chill. She just ran back into the school. She didn’t give me an answer though on if we could do a Grudgby match during the sleepover.”

Luz shut her eyes in frustration before opening them again to ask, “Okay, and where’s the adult me?”

The jock shrugged at that. “I haven’t seen any of the other Luz’s since we all ran off. Well, except for the other t-” The athletic Luz stopped herself as she looked up and saw the fact that her fellow clones were missing. “Oh. Crud.”

With a quick punch Luz absorbed this one too before getting up and panting a little. Okay, that was three down and… well, she didn’t really know how many more. It’s not like anyone was keeping track of how many of them there were while the clones were being made. The most dangerous form of her was still out there and, even worse, Amity hadn’t just ran off while Luz worked on taking care of this. Oh well, she thought as she jumped back to her feet, the real Luz Noceda was never afraid of a challenge.

Or, so she’d pretend as she ran back into Hexide.