Amnesia ∙ Wandavision

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓽𝓼𝓭

3rd person POV

"What? No, I know. She does look shocked to meet the real us, doesn't she? That's adorable. My thoughts are not available to you, toots. They never, ever were. So don't go givin' yourself a migraine. We've got work to do."

"Where are my children? Where's my sister?" Wanda asked the woman.

"Where are my children? Oof! That accent really comes and goes, doesn't it?"

"Where are they?"

"Oh, your magic's no good here. Didn't you notice? Basic protection spell, one in each wall? No? Nothing? These are runes, Wanda. In a given space, only the witch
that cast the runes can use her magic. How do you not know the fundamentals?"

"Who are you?"

"Who are you? All those costumes and hairstyles. I was so patient, waiting for you to reveal your true self. I got close with fake Pietro. Fietro, if you will, but no dice."

"That was you." Wanda said.

"No, it wasn't literally me. Just my eyes and ears. A crystalline possession. Necromancy was a non-starter since your real brother's body is on another continent. Not to mention, full of holes. But you're so crippled by your own self-doubt that you believed it. Oh, Wanda, oh, when I sensed this place, the afterglow of so many spells cast all at once... Oh, I couldn't make heads or tails of it. Mind control. A classic. Quick incantation and a feeble psyche and you're good to go. With thousands of people under your thumb, all interacting with each other according to complex storylines. Well, that's something special, baby. And of course, there's transmutation. Years of study to achieve
even the smallest convincing illusion. But Westview through your lens, Wanda... Every little detail in place down to the crown molding. You're even running illusions miles away at the edge of town. Magic on autopilot. What's your secret, sister? Listen, I need you... Hey, Wanda, I need you to tell me how you did this."

"I didn't do anything. I'm not..." Wanda muttered.

"I tried to be gentle, to nudge you awake
from this ridiculous fantasy, but you would rather fall apart than face your truth. You left me no choice. What was it you said to your not-brother? Hmm? All you could recall was the feeling. You felt empty. Alone. Endless nothingness. Let's start there. It's been fun playing pretend
for a while, hasn't it, Wanda? But it's time to look at some real reruns." Agatha told the woman, "let's bring Juliet in here shall we?"

Agatha twisted her hand gently and a purple smoke appeared, pulling in a passed out Juliet, waking her up suddenly with her powers.

"Wanda?" The girl whispered as she woke and stood up. Wanda noticed the fear in the girls eyes and couldn't help but feel hurt.

She was bruised around the neck, she wasn't sure why but she knew it was most likely caused by the witch before them, fuelling her hate for the woman more.

"I-I don't..."

"Juliet I'm so sorry I-I didn't mean to I don't..."

"All right, let's go."

"No." Wanda told the witch.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you forget who's got your children stashed away in her bewitched basement?"

"Mom! Mom! Help, please, Mom!"

"Mom, help us!"

"No stop!" Wanda said, still not stepping through the door.

"Perhaps you need a bit more motivation" the woman said, before raising her hand and crushing it inwards, making Juliet gasp and clutch at her throat.

"That's right. After you, superstar." The woman said as Wanda rushed through the door.

Agatha took a step in after her, letting Juliet go from her magic, leaving her to rush in after the two, terrified to get hurt again.

The girl was shaking with tears in her eyes.

She was traumatised and terrified.

Haunting memories floating in her head.

From both the pain she was feeling triggering locked thoughts and the recent trip down memory Lane Agatha had caused.

Juliet was broken and she only just remembered.

Hii dudes

9 more chapters left guys!!

How do you feel?

I'm also pretty sure that only 7 of them are proper chapters so that's even less

I'm kinda sad about it but also pretty proud that I've managed to do this :))

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