- Pink Rachel (Happiness) squealed, clapping her hands. “This is going to be so fun! Ooh—snacks!” and darted straight for the freezer pops.
- Gray Rachel (Timidity) squeaked, backed herself against the pantry door, and muttered. “Please don’t look at me...!” while pulling her hood low.
- Green Rachel (Bravery) puffed out her chest, pointing dramatically at the crystal. “Alright! No more sitting around—we’re going to figure this out, save the day, and look cool doing it!”
- Orange Rachel (Rudeness) hopped up on the kitchen counter, swinging her legs. “Yeah, sure. Let’s do that. Maybe we can all hold hands and sing about it while we’re at it.”
- Yellow Rachel (Knowledge) adjusted her cloak, cleared her throat, and said. “Uhm… since this doesn’t involve me—” she glanced at the crystal. “—I’ll be on the couch. Reading.” then she grabbed a random book and left.
- Violet Rachel (Passion) didn’t say a word, just walked directly over to Luther, leaned on him, and smirked.
- Brown Rachel (Sloth) climbed onto the top of the fridge, lay flat, and said. “Wake me up when this is over.”
- Red Rachel (Anger) stomped her foot. “Are you KIDDING me? I was trying to get a snack!”
- White Rachel (Balance) pinched the bridge of her nose, sighed deeply, and muttered. “Of course this would happen tonight.”
[In this AU, the Titans have traded their iconic T-shaped tower for a slightly run-down frat house on the edge of Jump City.]
Life at the frat house had been… strangely quiet. Sure, there were still late-night pizza runs, clashing schedules, and the occasional explosion from Victor’s “small upgrades” but with villain activity slowing down, the group was almost starting to feel like regular college kids.
That was, of course, until last Friday.
The fight with Doctor Light behind the community college’s library was supposed to be quick. It was. The trouble didn’t start until Kory came skipping back to the house with a glowing crystal she’d found on the ground.
Friday. 10:51 PM. San Francisco.
Kory: “Dick!” she called the moment she stepped inside, holding the crystal high like a trophy.
Kory: “Where does one store a victory jewel?”
Victor nearly dropped his game controller.
Victor: “What the hell is that?” he asked, leaning forward.
Dick raised an eyebrow, meeting her halfway into the kitchen.
Dick: “No idea. We should probably—”
Garfield: “See what it does!” Garfield interrupted, swooping in to grab it from Kory’s hands.
Victor: “Garfield, don’t.” Victor warned, standing now.
But Kory spun away, laughing.
Kory: “It is mine! For it has chosen me!”
In the scramble, she tripped over the couch leg and went down with a startled “eep!” The crystal popped out of her hands, bounced once on the floor—and smacked right into the back of Rachel’s head.
Rachel, who had been crouched in front of the fridge searching for almond milk, froze. Then came the light—bright, magical, blinding. The power flickered, Garfield yelled something dramatic, and when the glow faded…
There were nine Rachels.
They stood scattered around the kitchen, each in a different-colored cloak, each staring with very different expressions.
Garfield’s jaw dropped.
Garfield: “Ohhh no. Nope. Nope. This is bad.” and then the chaos began...
The room went quiet—but only for about three seconds.
Victor: “Uh…” Victor finally said, glancing at Dick.
Victor: “So… how many Rachels do we need...?”
Dick pinched the bridge of his own nose.
Dick: “Apparently nine.”
The frat house had survived late-night parties, impromptu chili cook-offs, and Garfield’s “experimental” vegan week—but nine Rachels under one roof?
That was going to be a whole new kind of chaos.