Watching Agatha All Along (Slow Updates)

Chapter 9: Episode 4 If I Can't Reach You, Let My Song Teach You

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"Okay, everyone! Let's hurry back to your seats and get ready for the next episode!" Birdie said in a cheerful, childlike voice, her enthusiasm infectious. She waved her arms animatedly, encouraging her friends to follow her lead. Just then, the theater doors flew open, and in came Rio, running at full speed, her arms packed with popcorn, candy, and soda, the sugary treasures spilling slightly over the edges. She quickly made her way to the group, her eyes wide with excitement, and said, "Sorry for being late! I brought some tasty snacks!" The sight of the treats made everyone's mouths water, and they quickly gathered around him, eager to share in the delicious bounty, and situated themselves to watch the next episode.

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Previously on Agatha All Along

Rio: I've missed you.

With a gentle nudge, Rio turned to Agatha, her expression earnest as she asked quietly, "In this scene or during the times you were hiding from me, did you ever feel like you missed me?" Agatha hesitated, her eyes momentarily flickering with uncertainty before she looked away, lost in thought. Finally, she responded softly, "If you're looking for the truth, I did miss you sometimes, but it's Nicky I miss all the time." The weight of her confession settled between them, a poignant acknowledgment of her enduring feelings.

Agatha: Don't you want me at my best?

Agatha: Let me get my purple back.

In the end, Agatha, you got your purple back, and I wish I had told you this before we reached the end of the road: purple looks fantastic on you! It's definitely your best color. Teen shared this with Agatha, who was enjoying some popcorn, her eyes filled with motherly affection. The popcorn crunched softly as she chewed, a comforting sound that filled the air between them. Agatha's heart warmed at the compliment, and she felt a sense of joy in knowing that her style had made an impression. Teen's words lingered, a sweet reminder of their bond, and Agatha couldn't help but feel grateful for the moments they had shared.

Agatha: And then come find me.

[Rio Chuckles]

Rio: Okay, Agatha.

Agatha: Who are you?

Teen: My name is... [DISTORTS]

Wanda's anger boiled as she pondered what was hidden beneath that sigil. It was a barrier, a wall that kept her from understanding the boy's true identity. What was the boy's name? The question haunted her, a relentless whisper in the back of her mind. She was absolutely convinced that Agatha was the one who had the gall to put that sigil on the poor child! The very notion filled her with anger, and she felt a surge of protective instinct rise within her. The thought of Agatha's callousness made her blood boil, and Wanda vowed to unravel the mystery, no matter the cost.

Teen, positioned away from Wanda Maximoff, could feel her threatening aura like a dark cloud looming overhead. Instinctively, he recoiled in fear, seeking solace behind Agatha, who he trusted would defend him against the encroaching darkness. The air around him crackled with tension, and he could almost taste the dread that seeped from his mother's powerful presence. Lilia, Jennifer, Alice, and Rio, attuned to the shifting energies, exchanged worried glances as they felt the weight of the Scarlet Witch's malevolence pressing down on them. Without hesitation, they began to weave their magic, forming a protective barrier that shimmered with vibrant colors, a stark contrast to the ominous shadows that threatened to engulf them. Agatha, sensing the boy's rising panic, wrapped her arms around him in a firm yet gentle embrace, her voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos. "You're safe here," she whispered, her words laced with conviction. "Your mother cannot reach you. We are stronger together." Teen took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his coven's magic enveloping him, a reminder that he was not alone in this fight against the darkness that sought to claim him.