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Billy was officially panicking.
Well, who wouldn't be panicking if they were in someone else’s body?
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“You wouldn't even survive ten days as the Champion of Magic!”
“You wanna bet on that, Billy Boy?”
“Wait, Freddy– Stop, not at the rock!”
“Hey, what are you guys doing–”
“WHY ARE YOU USING MAGIC AT THE ROCK AS YOUR NORMAL FORM?”
“FREDDY’S GONNA KILL US ALL!”
“PEDRO, HELP US PLEASE BEFORE WE ALL TURN INTO PILES OF MUSH!”
“He can't stop the spell or he’ll get magical–”
“I CAN’T STOP THE SPELL OR I’LL GET MAGICAL BACKLASH AND PROBABLY DIE!”
“AT THIS POINT, WE’LL ALL DIE, NOT JUST YOU!”
“OH SHIT–”
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Yeeahhhh. Next thing Billy knows is that a bright light flashed him in his eyes before he passed out. He wakes up totally disoriented, with his vision somewhat blurry. He’s still at the rock from what he can see, but somehow he isn't in the throne room anymore. Billy finds himself in the Library Of Eternity.
It takes him a bit to recall what happened, and oh boy, Freddy is so getting benched for a week or two. He had to forget that using raw magic at the rock amplifies the spell casted half the time, the other half makes everyone’s magic self-destruct and blow up from the inside, guts out and everything.
(Don't ask how Billy found out about that one, something about monsters letting loose at the rock because he forgot to close one of the doors in the door room. The rock reeked of monster guts and blood for a whole month afterwards.)
Luckily, Billy didn't see any stray body parts anywhere besides the one’s attached to his body, so it was probably the former. Well, no body parts from what he can see, because his vision was being very uncooperative. Billy can guess that was some weird effect from the spell. He could barely shape out his body, but nothing felt out of sorts, so Billy very skillfully concurred that he didn't explode from the inside.
“Guys! Are you okay?” Billy yells out in the hall once he gets up and walks towards the door. He almost stumbles and trips over a few books on the way. His vision isn't getting any better, even after blinking and trying to focus his eyes. If he got permanent eye damage from this, Freddy is going to wish he had never been born, Billy will make sure of it.
If something was up with his voice, he was too focused on finding his foster siblings to notice.
Billy also knows Freddy will not only be getting the scolding of his life from Billy, but from everyone at the rock, that is, if they were also affected by the spell, which they probably are.
Having heard no answer, he tries his luck again and shouts out in the hall while walking over to the throne room, where Freddy, Billy, Mary, and Pedro were before the whole flashbang. “Uh, guys? Are you there?” Billy squeaks out, with a suspiciously high pitch.
Great, another side effect. Which spell did he even cast?
Context clues, context clues. What were they talking about before Freddy casted that spell? Something about.. jobs, roles, champions. They were complaining about something, more like Billy was complaining and Freddy being the idiot he is, tried to one-up him.
Billy was at the door to the throne room now, deciding to just ask Freddy himself what spell he used. Billy was not wasting anymore time trying to figure it out when he had to check up on his foster siblings. Who knows if they got off with the same side effects Billy did? Or side effects that were even worse than his?
On the other side of the door, Billy could hear people bickering, although he couldn't make out the words, he could tell by the tone of their voices that they were very confused and panicked. What if the spell hurt his family? Or made them blind? He was worried about what he'd see past the door.
Billy slowly opened the door, ready to see the worst.
Except it wasn't the worst. His eyes focused in on the person who stood in front of him.
He saw himself standing there, staring back right at him with an expression that had a mix of tension and relief in it.
Holy Moley, what is going on?
His imposter broke their tight expression within the span of a few seconds, softening their face before Eugene suddenly lunged at Billy and embraced him in a hug while letting out a familiar childish whine.
“Billyyyyy! Freddy did some kind of spell and now we’re stuck like this! Wait, you are Billy, right?” What the hell? Okayyy, Billy ignores how weird Eugene is acting right now, and assumes being high is one of the side effects of the spell. Instead, he questions his lookalike.
“Wait, yeah? Wait, wait, wait— Who even are you? Why do you look like me?” Billy points at his imposter. “Actually, pause on that question, where is Freddy?” He lightly shoved his weirdly behaved brother to the side, getting a visual inside of the room.
There was his family, with familiar looks on their faces, just not the looks that belonged to them? Like how Mary had a jittery shake in her eyes, paired with a face of worry and some tugging of her hair, something that Freddy usually did when he did something wrong or when he messed up writing a spell in a journal before the whole journal lit up in flames. Mary was usually the more well-put together one, so the spell probably really shook her marbles to make her look like such a mess.
There was also something about how Pedro was loudly cursing at the air? Like what? Pedro was never one to talk, let alone have a foul mouth. He was always polite when he spoke, even if he didn't speak very much. Billy can't even recall a time where Pedro was worked up enough to even speak more than an insulting sentence or two at someone, and even if he was, he wouldn't be too mean about it.
Or how Freddy was being strangely quiet, being the one to start this whole fiasco. And, the thing about Freddy was, that he never ever shuts up. Freddy was probably one of the most talkative people Billy knew, if not the most! Especially if you bring up superheroes, even lightly mention one of the caped crusaders and Freddy would pull you into one of his four hour tangents about how a certain hero could technically do this or that with their powers.
Billy’s attention was taken from the peculiar view to the snapping fingers that were suddenly in his face. Billy’s lookalike apparently ended up in front of him, towering over him. Which in Billy’s opinion, was so weird. Why would his imposter be taller than him if they looked exactly like him?
“Billy, I think the question you should be asking is: Who do you look like right now?” His duplicate scoffed while looking at Billy up and down, raising their eyebrow and putting their hand on their hips in a way that screamed “older sister” vibes.
“Wha? What do you mean–” Oh my gods. Billy looked down on his body, just to realize now that something was very, very wrong.
He was wearing a yellow shirt-dress with jeans that had floral embroidery on the ends. He was wearing multiple colorful bracelets on each arm, every single one of them had at least one of the same animal on them.
Unicorns.
Billy slowly held his hands up to his face, patting his face before moving on to his hair, which was up in space buns?
Okayyyy, this can't be happening. Billy ran to the closest mirror in the rock, which was conveniently placed on one of the thrones. There were a bunch of fingerprints on it, like someone hurriedly ripped it off a wall to bring it to the throne room.
Billy stared holes into his reflection, as if he was testing out if he had laser-eyes. He didn't see his normal reflection, the usual Billy Batson in the mirror. He instead saw his little sister, staring back at him with wide eyes. Darla stared back at Billy. And that’s when he realized what spell was casted. And that’s when Billy started to scream in shock.
“OH. MY. GODS. FREDDY, YOU BETTER KNOW HOW TO FIX THIS!”