Jimmy Neutron The Trouble With Clones Novels & Stories

"If it weren't for the fact that you watched my mate and didn't miss where she was, I would have torn down the tree and brought you down with it." Neon took a huge bite from an apple he was holding. Juice trickled down his jaw, and he wiped it with the back of his hand. Loosing balance, he fell off the tree, falling into Ashford's open arms. "When did you become so clumsy?" Ashford asked him. "Maybe when I stayed in a werewolf clan for a long time and ate their food too." Neon answered. "Get off my arm." Ashford half-yelled. Neon jumped away from Ashford's arm and muttered, Sorry. His gaze stayed on the building where Luna was.

She looked into the pod, into those mirrored eyes, and pressed her hand against the glass. Nyx tilted her head mimicking the motion. Alma whispered, “I’m not your enemy. You were made in pain. But you don’t have to become it.” The clone blinked. Slowly. Then moved her hand to mirror Alma’s. Outside the glass, the enhanced soldiers froze. Glitched. Twitched. Then collapsed. All at once. Dead silence followed. Petra exhaled. “What the hell did you just do?” Roman lowered his weapon. “She linked. Neural imprint. The clone recognized her original.”

"We're roommates, hamster girl." Oh. She sometimes forgot about the empty bed in her room. Guess the academy forgot to assign her a new roommate. Well, she had a room to herself back when she was living with her father anyways. "Anyways..." Rody whistled. "We're running late today. No breakfast for us." "And whose fault was that?" Jake's voice can be heard clearly behind Rody, and Jay giggled a little. "Hey, hey, calm your tits, sir." Rody clicked his tongue. "Little Jay, tell Big Jay that Jake murdered me and dumped my body into the—"

"Sending that flawless little clone directly to the capital... it was the perfect misdirection. Thanks to your aggressive shipping methods. I had absolutely no one watching over my shoulder. I could do exactly what I wanted in the dark." Damon let out a dry, humorless chuckle, entirely unbothered by the two lethal apex predators staring him down. "It's funny, really. After years of testing, the only clone I could ever get to actually function properly was my own," Damon mused, tilting his head as he studied his sons. "Tell me, boys. When you were standing over my supposed corpse... was there anything you can remember that would make you think something was wrong with me?" Fennigan and Jax bo

Torsos with no lower half. Early prototypes. Her father’s earliest attempts at recreating neural hosts. “Oh hell no,” Chase whispered. “I’m gonna have nightmares.” Sienna felt cold sink into her bones. “He made these before the clones upstairs. These are… failed.” Jax scanned the cylinders, jaw tightening. “He was experimenting on a new framework before the Syndicate got their hands on it.” “But why leave them here?” Sienna whispered. “To show you,” her father’s voice answered. They all froze.

“That vision? It was a trick. A poison in your head. It’s what Mira does. She breaks people from the inside.” Her breath hitched, the pulse in her throat fluttering under my fingers. “And if it wasn’t?” I didn’t flinch. “Then we burn it down together.” Her eyes searched mine like she was drowning. For a heartbeat, she almost let go of the fear. Then the door slammed open. Jimmy burst in, breathless, his usual cocky smirk nowhere to be seen. Sweat plastered his dark hair to his forehead. “We’ve got a problem,” he panted.

All was set up, they let the bomb explode, broken pieces of the house turned into a rabble, limbs of the criminal were shattered everywhere and the mixed smell of burnt wood and blood gashes in the air. Yet... the DNA report was negative. The body they killed, that very body their blew up... wasn't Klyde McMarrow. "Great, now I'm dead." Klyde McMarrow blows smoke as the cigarette is in between his thumb and index finger. "That's just great, they killed my clone!" He smiled menacingly. "The plan worked!" He exclaimed while looking at the laptop that was connected to one of his men who's with the nosy people trying to see what's going on in the house.

- Jimboy i look around and found out that Papa, Phil, Timothy, Jimboy and Christian are the ones that didnt sleep "how your arms Phil?"- Timot "i still cant use them but I can use my clone for the time being"- Phil "how reliable that skill of yours"- Timot currently, we are peeking at the door of the rooftop and found some flying creatures that are wandering at night we saw bats that are more larger than usual and the most surprising is the flying zombie but only their upper half is attached

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“She’s been cloning more than me.” A soft hiss drew their attention. The door behind them slid open, and the clone stepped in. His shirt was torn, bloodless despite the fight. His face was calm again. “You can’t run from perfection,” he said. Liam stepped forward, shielding Ava behind him. “You’re not perfect. You’re empty.” The clone tilted his head. “And you’re obsolete.” He moved first too fast. Liam barely blocked the first hit, but the second landed across his jaw. The fight was brutal, silent except for the sound of fists meeting flesh and the hum of the pods vibrating from the impact.