HT One-shot Compilation #2

Wanda's Evil Clone

[Wanda asks Abraham and Ericka to make a clone of her so she has someone to help her, but the clone ends up being evil and creates an army of clones.]

Wanda yawned and stretched her arms; she brushed her teeth, changed her clothes, and fixed the bed. When Wanda went into the living, her eyes immediately widened. Dirt and food covered most of the floor, rotten pizza sat on the couch, the werewolf pups played around, some werewolf pups drew on the wall, and so much more dirty things. Wesley and Walden played a racing game on their PS5, Winnie ate breakfast at the table, Willie and Wanye drew on the wall, Wilbur and Wally sat on their phones, and Sunny sucked on her bottle. Wayne sipped on coffee and read the Transylvanian newspaper as if nothing was wrong or happening.

"You're way behind Wesley!" growled Walden, nudging Wesley. "Lap 3!"

"Why won't my boost work?!?" grumbled Wesley; Wanda, with her fur red, unplugged the PS5. "MOM, WHY?"

"I WAS ABOUT TO GET FIRST PLACE FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER IN HARD MODE!" yelled Walden; Wanda took Wilbur and Wally's phones, the crayons from the twins, the bottle from Sunny as she cried, and put Winnie's breakfast on the counter. "What are you doing?!"

"Everyone on the couch!" growled Wanda; the werewolf kids sat on the couch, looking nervous. "What did we say?"

"Clean the living room before doing anything else in the morning," groaned the werewolf kids in unison.

"Mom, you don't tell us to clean our rooms every morning, why should we always clean the living room?" grumbled Wilbur, crossing his arms. "It's stupid."

"Yeah, and our rooms aren't even that bad," said Wally; the werewolf kids nervously chuckled, knowing that Wally was wrong. "Okay! Maybe our rooms are dirty!"

"Wanda, they're just kids," muttered Wayne, sipping on his coffee again; Wesley and Walden glared at Wayne as he sighed. "And young adults..."

"Fine, you don't have to clean the living room every morning anymore," grumbled Wanda; the werewolf kids cheered. "I'm going to the Van Helsings."

Later...

Wanda knocked on the door of the Abraham's lab.

"Look at the camera!" said Ericka through a microphone.

"Can I talk to you two for a minute?" asked Wanda, looking at the camera. Ericka opened the door as Wanda walked in. "So you don't take walk-ins anymore..."

"Well, we don't want too many incidents to happen, so we decided to do this," said Ericka; she remembered Wanda asked a question. "What do you want to talk about?"

"The kids and Wayne don't want to clean up their rooms," muttered Wanda, putting her paws on her head. "Not even Winnie does."

"How about we make a clone of you?" suggested Abraham; Wanda slightly hesitated. "To help you."

"Mmmmm... Sure, why not?" chuckled Wanda nervously; Ericka knew something was wrong. "A clone of me wouldn't hurt."

"She doesn't look so sure," thought Ericka worriedly.

Later...

Wanda walked into a capsule with a towel wrapped around her; Abraham put Wanda's sundress in a box next to the capsule.

"There will a tiny pinch from the shot," said Abraham, making Wanda shiver. "And air will fill up the capsule."

The air filled up the capsule as Wanda sighed.

"Oh, this feels like the sauna," said Wanda; the capsule hit hotter. "It's getting hot in here!"

A shot stung Wanda's tail. The sample went into another capsule as it filled with air. The clone of Wanda walked out moments later, with a towel wrapped around her.