Not over disney jam-packing season 3 in three episodes? Here's a longer, episodic series of it! More jam packed with feels for you heart!!
Includes:
•References to Show
•Fan interpretations of POVs
•More in-depth interpretations of drama
•More chara...
Hi, and welcome to my fanfic! I'm Guts, a weirdo obessed with the Owl House. I hope you enjoy your stay :)
Just so there isn't any confusion: "A/N" = Author's Note "POV" = Point of View
Events take place as the kids are stuck in the human realm (See video). Dana Terrace owns the Owl House—I'm just making a weeeeeee bit longer because I'm in denial of the show ending. This won't be an EXACT rendition of the show; there will be more in-depth, fan interpretations on their adventure on earth, post-finale, etc. later on! Loved the show, and this is not in any way a critique!<3
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Luz
His voice echoed, shattering the world into a million tiny pieces. The door shut, dropping my heart with it. The impact landed me on my back, Eda's jacket tainted with my mess. The rain washes it away, but my anxiety and guilt linger. I quickly stagger to my feet—no, no, no. I tumble my way to the door. No. I hold my breath—I reach for the knob, turn it, and open it.
"No...King!!"
I stared at the void and it looked back at me. No no no..King? I closed it again. Open. Eda? Close. No. No. Open. Gus begins to sniffle—it isn't long before his tears accompany the rain. Close. Open.
Silence. Rain.
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"Luz..." Her voice calls, but the rain washes it away too. I hear her approach as her boots splash the mud. The wood creaks as she joins me on the porch of a broken home.
Okay. Think. How does Azura handle this? How would she cheer up her friends and provide hope? Maybe I can lighten the mood..and we'll just find a way back. I mean..I walked through it before. Maybe the palismen..maybe another chance? We just need to lighten the mood first.
I cough up a weak chuckle. My body trembles, but I swallow the tears. They don't stay down. "Ha..I-It's weird......right? We're not on the Boiling Isles but..the rain feels so acidic.." Tears trickle down my face. I can't face them.
Only Amity hears me. She swallows her words. I don't have the energy to speak loudly or put on a show. The rain is the only one to respond. It hurts. It all hurts. Shoot. That's so corny. It sucks. I suck. Why did I say that? Now I just look like a douché.
I don't turn. I stand there. I guess Azura could hit the those sick ass one liners, but at the end of the day I'm..not her. I'm not anything worth mentioning. Not anymore.
Kings parting words ring in my head. Great sister? What kind of older sister helps destroys the home we walked on? I inhale, but the air stabs at my lungs. My chest feels numb, but not numb enough to mask the prickling pain of my sins. What have I done? I was so desperate to get back home—so desperate to relieve my own guilt for my mother's tears and pleads and...all I did was mess it all up. I just added more wood to the fire..I...I screwed up. It's all I am..some big screw up.
A hand comforts my shoulder. They are cold, dirty and full of cuts, but it comforts me. My eyes meet hers. Underbags accompanied with tears—through her eyes, my reflection stares back at me. I'm doing it again. I'm being selfish. I got what I wanted. I got what I deserved. I'm home...but they aren't.
