#SORRY I LOVE U TOO HUEY

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yeah who’s surprised that I'm making more dewey and louie content (nobody) 😭 I JUST LOVE THEM ALRIGHT

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ooooh i wrote a thing, aaah here it is. weblena. au. slice of life, humor, slight angst, thought exercise, what-if, same rating as show

There are no Terrafermians in the subway.

(not that that'll stop them)

The tunnel doesn’t collapse. Beakley never fidgets with her glasses, adjusting them like a TV antennae as if that would change the image of Lena, quintessential sullen teen, helpfully applying a crowbar to the train cars’ stuck pin.

This just before the train crash.

Before the unconsciousness, the feeling of being dragged across a rough stone floor.

Before Beakly wakes up to see Lena’s wide, terrified eyes, and feel hands yank her out from under the falling train car not a second too soon.

"You-?" "Yeah- me. Let's go."

There’s no moment of tearful reuniting with Webby, the boys, and Launchpad. No anxious voice in the dark, Lena’s voice, checking in-

"Everyone here, everyone okay-?"   

There are no Terrafermians in the subway.

There is no moment of Beakley inviting Webby's new friend over for pancakes.

Instead, there's only a slow trudge up out of the tunnels, and the grim look on Beakley’s face as she marches them all back onto the street.

-

“Granny-”

"No."

"Granny, just listen!"

Webby starts again, journal of theories forgotten in her hands, grip so tight the binding squeaks in protest.

“You don’t understand! Lena’s a good person- she just LOOKS like a mysterious, enticing, rebellious teen ne’er-do-well with a love of trespassing and vandalism! Which she is, actually."

Webby admits with a thoughtful head tilt.

"And she does. Do that. She did it just a second ago, to prank Huey with me, and it was really funny!" Beakley's scowl deeps and Webby hurries on. "But she's also-!”

“First the Beagle Boys birthday,” Beakley mutters, steering Webby on with a firm hand. “You insisted that was an accident and that she never intended to put you in harm’s way.”

“She didn’t! She-”

“And I was almost willing to believe it. Almost."

Beakley storms down the sidewalk, sensible low heels clacking on the pavement with a sound so sharp it should've been sending up sparks.

"After all, what teen hasn’t done something immensely foolish to impress someone else, only to regret it afterwards? Likewise, lying about the ‘educational’ Mole Monster film. Mostly harmless, if irritatingly irresponsible. But this.”

The hand on Webby’s shoulder tightens.

“This goes too far. She knew entering that tunnel could put all three of you in danger. There were warning signs everywhere, and yet she led you down there regardless! No, I'm sorry." Beakely shakes her head, glowering behind her square framed glasses. "That girl does NOT have your best interests at heart.”

Currently Webby’s heart is pounding in her chest. “I’ve been in worse danger before! Much, much worse!”

“Only with myself or Mr. McDuck supervising you.”

“I had Lena with me!”

Beakley snorts. “Oh yes, how reassuring. I’m sure she would have done everything in her power to keep you safe, and not run off to save her own skin. Again.”

At that the boys trailing behind them finally speak up.

“I mean to be fair, it was us she wanted to feed to the Tumblebums that one time, not Webby.”

“Yeah, her and Webby were supposed to slip off together while we got traumatized. Then my dear brothers decided to use me as bait instead, which, I feel, is obviously worse-"

“She just wanted to stop us arguing!”

Huey’s feet patter as he hurries to catch up.

“It’s my fault too, for getting all worked up and angry over some made up subterranean monsters- that’s why she got the idea of going down there in the first place! She was trying to help!”

“By putting you all in danger, as opposed to debating the issue safely above ground, obviously.” Beakley remarks dryly.

“And and AND!” Webby jumps in craning to peer pleadingly up at her grandmother. “We could’ve said no! She wasn’t going to force us down there or anything!”

“Well.” Huey hedges, hunching down, awkwardly honest. “She did throw my guidebook down the stairs…”

Webby stamps on his insole. Huey yelps.

Ducking out from under the protective hand of her grandmother Webby turns to face Beakley, forcing them all to a stop.

“Granny, please.”

Somewhere nearby there’s the sound of four people knocking into each other and tumbling to the sidewalk.

Webby ignores it. Taking a deep breath she says, softly. “...She’s my best friend.”

Bentina Beakley looks down at her, posture tired, eyes sad.

She sighs.

“… no, Webbigail. Not anymore.”

And the whole world falls out from under Webby’s feet.

“Yes she- yes she is!” Stammering, Webby tries to hear herself over the thundering in her chest. “She is and nothing you say is going to change that! Right Lena!?”

No one answers.

Webby looks around. “Lena?”

Launchpad, Huey, Louie, and Dewy stare back at her from under a nearby street lamp. The shadows around them are empty. No one else is there.

Lena is gone.

“Good riddance,” Beakley says, her hand settling back on Webby’s shoulder. “You are not to see her again, even if she does reappear, understand? You four are all good children with bright futures ahead of you-”

“Five, missus B.”

Beakley rolls her eyes. “Yes alright Launchpad, you five. The last sort of friend any of you need is someone like that.”

Weak-kneed, the weight of her Granny’s hand makes Webby sag.

Someone like that. Someone like that…

The words echo the rest of the way to the car and all through the long, silent drive back home.

It continues as they trudge through the double doors of McDuck manor, as Beakely hesitates on the landing outside the library and Webby's room, as Webby walks past her to brush her beak and heads back to the loft, quietly shutting the trap door behind her.  

Webby doesn't sleep.

Later, long after her Granny has given up on patrols for the night, a climbing rope dangles its way down from Webby’s window.

Webby has somewhere to be.

Tonight, she has something more important to think about than her Granny’s rules.

Rushed tracks lead down the sandy beach towards a set of stepping stones, and a derelict, empty stage....

-

This time Webby leaps the stones with a single long jump.

"Lena, are you here?!"

Frantic, she doesn’t even bother with a summersault as she thumps down on the moldering floorboards, eyes darting hopefully at every shadow.  

“Lena? Lena!”

The cavernous stands make her already loud voice even louder. Webby waits one breathless moment, then rushes on.

“Please be here, please be here, I don’t know where else to look for you if you’re not here!”

Blurring across the stage Webby yanks back the tattered curtain and races behind the leaning and broken stone columns, checking every corner, chanting all the while.

“And also please please don’t be mad! I’m sorry I didn’t say more to my Granny, and sooner, and better. But most of all please be here! Please?”  

There’s no one behind the curtain or columns. No sounds answer her, except her own panicked voice.

Slowly, Webby comes to a stop at the edge of the stage.

“…Lena?”

'Lena?' echoes back the amphitheater, hollow and abandoned.

She stands there a long time. Listening. But just like on the playground, and just like on the street that night, the dark corners of the world stay empty.

And Lena doesn’t answer.  

Knees wobble. Webby sits down hard on the old theater floorboards.

“Oh.” Pulling her legs up to her chest she tucks her bill against them, eyes filling as she starts rocking herself slowly back and forth, back and forth. “Okay. Okay. You’re not here right now. That’s okay.”

Lena doesn’t answer.

Webby shudders. “No. It’s not okay.” The tears spills over. “It’s not okay. It’s not okay.”

She blinks hard, still staring out into the stands.

“You- you didn’t even wait to hear me tell Granny she’s wrong about you.”

A whimper.

“We didn’t even get, to say goodbye…”

Burying her head in her knees, Webby wraps her arms around her head and squeezes tight, shuddering.

And behind her, a trap door opens.

The hinges of the mechanism make no sound, well-kept and carefully oiled into silence, and the figure that trudges up the steps also moves with practiced sneakiness, even with her arms full of ropes and bent-over pieces of rusty old piping.

Lena stops on the last step, bright green converse pausing mid-air, expression surprised.

Then she frowns.

“Uh, Pink? You okay?”

Vehemently Webby shakes her head without looking up.

“Okay? No! I’m n-not okay! Granny thinks my best friend is a ‘bad influence’, banned you from the manor, and won’t let me out unsupervised anymore! And and and-”

Her breath catches with a sob on every ‘and’.

“I never got your address or phone number or had time to surveil you, or plant a tracker, so the only place I know you like is the place we met- but you’re not here! And now,” she chokes, “now Granny says I'm not supposed to see you again and worse I don't know how to find you so I’m REALLY never going to see you again….”

Lena’s eyebrows skyrocket into her side-brushed bangs, then drop down like dark and moody thunderbolts.

“Are you kidding me?” she groans, “Ugh, what is with her!”

Slumping over, Lena dumps her armful of supplies and drops herself next to Webby on the stage, shoulders falling into a brooding slouch.

“I mean, I get that Tea Time doesn’t like me, but I didn’t think she’d try putting you on lockdown over it.”

Fabric rustles as Webby nods into her skirt. “I know. She’s a- a little overprotective.”  

“A little?” Lena seethes.

Webby giggles. “Maybe a lot.” Sitting up with a sniff she scrubs her eyes on her sleeve. “She means well and I don’t want to break rules, it just hurts so much, and I miss you and… Wait, Lena!?”

Beak dropping open Webby whirls around, gaping.

Lena smiles back at her.

“Hey.”

And in an instant, Webby’s eyes are full of tears again.

“Lena!”

Launching herself forward Webby has Lena wrapped in her arms a split second before the tackle sends them slamming to the floor.

An ‘oof’ of air burst from Lena, thanks to the hug or the impact or both. Face half covered with Webby’s hair she grimaces up at the night sky.

“Wow great, missed you too.” It comes out as a wheeze. Having the air knocked out of you is a good excuse for being breathless. “Th-thing is, I’m really not much of a hugger…”

“Oh!”

Jolting upright Webby holds her arms out wide, as if they were dangerous weapons that could kill with a touch. Which they were.

“Right! Hugs are like whatever, or whatever- But you’re here!”

Pulling her arms in Webby hugged herself tightly and did a happy little wiggle as Lena sits up again.

“Even though it’s the middle of the night, you’re here! Were you waiting this whole time? Is that rope? And a crowbar!?” Every observation brought on a new level of excitement and new intensity of the wiggles.

Lena grins. “Yep. It’s rope and nah, I haven’t been here the whole time, had to go get some stuff. Like rope. Aaand a crowbar. Then I figured, hey, this sort of thing is way easier when it’s dark out anyway, you know?”

Jumping to her feet Webby pumps her fist in the air triumphantly.

“Yes! No! I have no idea what you’re talking about! What thing?”

Leaning an elbow on one knee Lena props her cheek on her fist and watches Webby, grin softening.

“Like, climbing over big fancy gates and up mansion walls to see my best friend, and stuff.”

Webby gasps. “You were going to break into the manor for me?”

“Well, try anyway.” Oversized, off-shoulder sweater slips a little further down as Lena shrugs. “Parkouring up walls isn’t really my thing, not everyone’s an amazing awesome acrobat like you, Pink, but eh. Girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

“Oh.”

Webby bites her bill, happy look fading into something hesitant.

“…to see your friend?” she echoes back cautiously.

Lena raises an eyebrow. “Uh yeah, duh? What, you thought I was just gonna-” a finger snap and a vague flutter of Lena’s free hand indicates the deepening gloom of night. “Ka-pwsh out of there and be bored without you for the rest of my life?”    

Webby winces. “I guess? A little?” Her hand burrow into her skirt, grip crinkling the neatly ironed pleats.

“I thought… I thought you were angry at me. For not standing up to Granny better, about you.”

Both Lena’s eyebrows shoot up this time. “She’s your grandma, Webby, what’re you gonna do? Send her to time-out?”

Webby smiles weakly. “Heh.”

“I’m pissed at her, not you. And.” Leaning in, Lena makes a show of hiding her beak from non-existent observers in the empty stands. “To be honest she’s not even wrong. I’m a VERY bad influence.”

Hands relaxing, Webby smile comes back with a twinkling in her eyes.

“No you’re not. You look all cool and smooth on the outside, but you’re all soft and gooey on the inside. You’re the best.”

Lena snickers, lounging to her feet. “Sure, and you broke rules just to come looking for me. I’m sure Colonel Crumpet wouldn’t blame that on bad influence at all.” She holds up a hand, palm out. “Who’s the rebel now?

Webby high-fives her with a laugh and doesn’t let go.

“Me! I’m a rebel now!” Gleeful laugh turns into a nervous giggle as she swings her and Lena’s hands between them. “Oh Granny’s going to be SO MAD when she finds out….”

“Who’s gonna tell her?”

“Also me, probably. Or maybe my empty bed, if I’m not home in the morning.” 

“Orrr…”

Lifting their linked hands Lena leads Webby in a little giggling twirl before letting go with a flourish.

“You could be back in snug in bed before she even knows you were gone.” Bending down she started sorting through the pile of ropes and break-in implements. “Only after having some fun first, of course. How long until she notices you’re missing?”

“Hmm.” Webby hums, absentmindedly rubbing the hand that had been holding Lena’s. “Her next security sweep should be in approximately two-and-a-half hours.”

Lena looks up, pausing her search with a flat stare. “Security sweep? Seriously?

It’s Webby’s turn to shrug. “My Granny really likes a secure perimeter!”

“I guess I can dig that...” Muttering, Lena leans back down and pulls a couple of small cannisters from the jumble. “I can also think of at least three adventures we can have before you’ve gotta head back.”

Webby perks up so quickly her hairbow seems to snap to attention. “Adventures?”

Lena tosses her a cannister with a grin. “You up for it? I’ll even walk you home after.”

The sound that escapes Webby would have shattered the stage lights, if they hadn’t already all been smashed.

“YES! Yes to adventure!”

Bouncing up and down on her heels she makes a move as if to pounce on Lena again, then checks herself and clasps her hands together around the cannister instead.

“With my best friend!”

She pauses and blinks down at the thing in her hands.

“An adventure in… painting?”

“You got it.”

Tossing her own spray paint can from hand to hand Lena leads the way to a second set of stepping stones, these ones heading off the stage and into the stands.

“Okay so for this first adventure we’re gonna need to ditch the rope and get some water balloons. And paint. More paint. Like, a lot more paint. I’m thinking something in pink, maybe a day-glow... You cool with messing around with the Beagle Boys some more, right?”

Webby skips after her, almost floating on every step. “Totally! We only ALMOST died last time, after all!”

Lena snickers. “Yeeaah it sounds bad when you say it like that.”

“Bad as in good?” Webby askes, coming alongside her.

“Bad as in awesome.” Lena agrees, clinking their cans together in a toast.

“Aha!” Webby cheers as they set off into the patchwork shadows of the city night together. “I knew it! Oh hey you know what these spray cans remind me of this time Granny let me test out bear spray on a real bear, for practice, just to be safe, before dropping me off on the survive or die island for holiday, but- you know that phrase ‘kicking the can down the road’? It comes from this game kids play together and I’ve never had anyone to play it with but it sounds fun and anyway, the bear, right! Well back then I remembered that thing about the can kicking game too! And I got so excited I dropped the can and kicked the bear…”

The night deepens as Webby’s fills the air. Lena watches her, quiet and smiling, as the shadow lengthen around them.  

One shadow, trailing reluctantly at Lena’s heels, pulls itself up a wall and twists itself into a new shape. The sharp figure of woman appears, with a short bob of ‘hair’ and a disgusted scowl.

Blegh...

The shadow hisses, soundless as the darkness.

If playing along with this pink little wretch doesn’t get us into Scroogie’s manor soon, I am going to be SICK.

Lena’s shoulders twitch.

It’ll be worth it. She thinks back at the shadow as it coils in behind her, insubstantial and somehow still breathing down her neck. So just shut up for a sec and let me focus.

Shut up?

An accusatory hiss rasps in her ear, discordant against the backdrop of Webby infodumping about the origins of pepper spray.

Are you telling me to shut up? ME?

Lena flinches.

The shadow dances at her back, it’s whisper turning ice-cold, smooth and scornful.

Poor little dumb-dumb Lena, so desperate that you're actually enjoying this, aren’t you...?

No, Lena think back quickly, wrenching her eyes away from Webby’s beaming smile and back to the street ahead of them. I’m not. I’m really, really not.

Hmm….  

If Webby had looked up right then, instead of being busy reading out the ingredients listed on the spray paint can and listing all the ways they could be easily weaponized, if she had looked up, she might have seen Lena’s smile slip at the corners.

She might also have noticed an exhausted slump in the teen’s shoulders, or realized she’d seen a similar sad, guilty look in her Granny’s eyes only a few hours beforehand.

Or maybe not.

Lena hadn’t chosen to live under an abandoned theater for no reason, after all. She was very good at lying.

Especially to herself.  

[fantasticenthusiasttale]

Okay, life is sad, soooo... fluffy and silly one-shot ^^

Context: cartoon "Mickey and the Roadster Racers"

Enjoy :)

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It was a normal, boring friday morning of job to the team of mechanics. They made some repairs in two cars and then went to lunch. Before the afternoon shift begins, Minnie received a letter.

"Who's it, Minnie?" Daisy asked.

"It's from my sister, Mandie! She's sending the girls for me to take care for the weekend while she's taking care of our aunt, she's a little ill."

"I hope she gets better soon." Mickey said.

"Thanks." Minnie answered.

"We all hope it!" Daisy answered "Millie and Melody are coming? My nieces will love it! They loves to play with them!"

"Tell them they're coming tomorrow!" Minnie said happily.

"I'll talk with Felicity, maybe she can take the boys to play with them too!" Mickey said happily.

"You all can take all your nieces and nephews! It will be a wonderful party!" Minnie invited."

"All of them? Wait Mickey, how many kids Oswald have? 4? 5?" Donald asked.

"Eh... 420." Mickey answered, in a mix of proud and embarrassment.

"WAK!! What kind of place we can put that much of kids?" Donald got worried.

"In the park!" Minnie answered easily "They would love to play together under the sun, as we ourselves did so long time ago!"

"As if you could complain about that." Mickey growled. "Your family is bigger than mine!"

"It isn't! I know, my family is a total craziness, but it isn't that big!" Donald answered.

"No way! Despite my nieces and nephews, how many uncles and aunts you have?"

Donald started to count in his fingers. "Well, there's uncle Scrooge, aunt Matilda, uncle Rumpus, uncle Gideon, uncle Ludwig..."

"Garsh!" Goofy said, surprised.

Mickey smiled "Ha! Look at this! Your family is soooo big!"

"That means nothing! I don't even spend so much time with them! They doesn't even like me! They only calls me when they needs me!" Donald complained angrily.

Mickey laughed. "Don't lie! Obviously they likes you!"

"Hmpf! Let's just return to work! C'mon!" Donald got angry.

30 minutes after the return to work, a sound of people running and screaming was getting closer to them, like they was running up the aisle for cars. Luck that there's no car coming now.

Pluto was the first who noticed the sound and told it to Mickey, who asked of the others are hearing that too.

"NEPHEW!!"

"Oh no." Donald would recognize that voice anywhere, he's heard it so many times.

Before Donald could just turn around to be sure of his thinking to start running, a pair of strong arms grabbed him hard and spun him around in the air.

"My dear nephew! I was lookin' for you!"

"Hi, u-uncle Scrooge." Donald replied embarrassed amidst his uncle's grip. He grew more embarrassed when the old man started kissing him on the forehead and cheeks.

"Sorry unca Donald" Donald's nephews arrived tiredly after running to catch their granduncle.

"We were with unca Scrooge, as you told us..." Huey started.

"...And he had a dentist appointment scheduled for today, so we went with him..." Dewey continued.

"...The dentist used an anesthetic to pull out a decayed tooth, but this made him loose the control." Louie finished.

"And we came here to get you!" Scrooge said happily, still holding Donald.

"Urgh... So you won't let me go until I agree to go with you?" Donald asked.

"Yeah! I want my favorite boys along with me right now!"

"Don't worry unca Donald, the dentist said that the effect will pass in four hours!" Dewey said.

"Oh me, oh my! At least let me breathe!" Donald managed to loosen his grip a little so he could breathe better.

His friends was laughing silently to him "What?"

"Nothing." They said. "You can leave early today if you need to, Donald 'my family don't like me' Duck" Mickey needled his friend.

"It's wrong, his middle name is Fauntleroy." Scrooge added.

"Uncle Scrooge!" Donald complained.

"Donnie!" Scrooge happily tightened his hug. The friends and nephews laughed of that cuteness while Donald was mad.

Luckily for Donald, the effect of anesthesia took longer than expected to wear off. Scrooge made all of them walk down the aisle holding hands, they ate ice creams, walked in the park, and then took the old man to Donald's house for dinner and to sleep, because he didn't want to go to the Money Bin. The effect of the anesthesia wore off early in the morning.

[lemon-ty]

I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL U ABOUT THE NEW EPISODE AND I WILL! (also my screenshots have russian subs because, u know, I'm Russian and I usually watch with subs? Sorry..)

The begining isn't really interesting to me so let's just move right to the fendra thing

They're... too soft. Sorry. But... disgusting...

Oh, Huey, u're too naive, my kid.

He just agreed too easily and too fast like that wasn't him who've just been 'oh no, u're an evil F.O.W.L. agent we must fiiiiight uuuuu". That shows he believes Fenton so much, he can stand on his side in a second with no questions and be the most devoted person to him in the whole world...

that's adorable ~

One more person in the list of ppl knowing he's Gizmoduck.

Good, keep moving, one day it actually will be 'everyone knows'. 'Everyone, except Drake Mallard'.

Maria (ah, well, yeah, I should say, that's my headcanon for officer Cabrera's name) is so cool so she can discover Louie in a second. Even if she'd never at least talked to him! That's amazing. Really spectacularly.

Oh no, let's stay here and have a talk. Fenton, my boy, do u really thing she was right? Bc, u know, she was exactly the opposite! She was too much like 'oh no that's a secret project, we must not tell anyone about it bc it's seeeeecreeet' so she became the reason why Beaks actually have known about it. If u had told at least Dr. Gyro everything could be different! Such bad thing could never take a place! She was wrong, she was awfully wrong. O p e n u r e y e s, F e n t o n.

Oh right, and now she wants everyone to know. Too late to rehabilitation, u've already ruined everything. I would never apologize u and I suggest everyone to do the same.

I adore 'Huey being Gizmo's sidekick' thing and now this world have lost me. I'm so in love with this part of the episode.

But still... WHY DO U KEEP THIS CRINGE LEGS THING, HUE-

MARIA

SHE IS

oh my god...

(and the RoboCop joke...)

That all is of course really great but... Don't u thing we're talking too much about Gizmoduck? I'll explain my point: we were talking about how much attention takes Gizmo and how little attention and love takes Fenton for a caple of episodes. We were talking about how it's important for him not to be only Gizmo but be himself and now... U might say 'that's his – Fenton's – project but think about some facts:

The project named GIZMOcloud (the opposite of fentonium that was really Fenton's project)

Everyone in here is saying "Blathering blatherskite' again and again and Gandra said 'it's Gizmo' (or smth like that I don't remember every word)

They all is talking only about Gizmo and this feels wrong for me. Like... What about Fenton? Do we still remember he wants to be useful while he's not a cool armed superhero? No????

Dr. Gyro is iconic in this episode. Like in every episode where he is. And he fixes everything. Again.

(still u should say to him earlier) (I mean have u seen his happiness when he discovered this place? That's very cruel to keep it in secret from him)

Also the 'turn off' thing? Omg, that's hilarious.

I really really really really tried not to hate Gandra BUT. She said THAT and I can't keep myself calm anymore-

I think she's soooooo badly written character. Like, see: she's so poor girl bc noone paid attention to her and she thinks she's not good enough. Meh, disgusting. I mean, this origin had already became some kind of a new cliche. She's not a character with a sad story, she's a chiche girlfriend for a hero. And that's without saying what the 'villian who's in love with a hero' is an awful chiche as well. She's cliched to the core and I can't love her and I would never love her.

She could be a better character but they made her like that and that's awful. I hate the thing that she wants to leave F.O.W.L. bc that's SO PREDICTABLE. AND SO LAZY. AND SO C L I C H E.

Never loved him so much as do now.

Well, summary: The episode is AMAZING. I love Fenton. I love Dr. Gyro. I love of. Cabrera. I love Huey. I love Beaks. They all are perfect and the Gizmocloud is so great project that I can hardly breath. But Gandra ruins everything for me. So that's the reason why I will not be rewatching this episode again and again like I do with other episodes with Fenton. And that's... sad((

[jerbric]

can u tell us abt the au? 👀

Yes! Also this was going to be a brief summary but the more I wrote the more invested I got and so I fully fleshed out the AU for both you and me. It’s sooooo long so if you end up not reading it, that’s cool. Anyway,

You know those AUs where when Della disappears, her eggs are split between the cousins and when the kids find out about each other they try to Parent Trap everyone? So it’s a little bit of a spin off of those AUs.

Basically, the eggs are split, yes with the basic Louie/Gladstone, Huey/Fethry, and Dewey/Donald concept. Anyway, they grow up with their respective parents, and accept their very simple lives. Except one day, out of curiosity, Huey asks Fethry about his parents, and Fethry goes on to talk about Della and everything else. He talks about Donald and Scrooge and Gladstone, and how one day Della just “disappeared,” but he never once mentions Dewey and Louie. So, interested to learn exactly what had happened, Huey begins to write letters to Scrooge McDuck, hoping that one day he’ll respond and want to meet up and reconnect. Unfortunately, that never happens, so he ends up giving up and going back to being comfortable in his little home with Fethry.

Back at the manor, Webby is still invested in McDuck history and heritage. She still makes her boards and all that, and this time, she gets her hands on Della Duck’s old journal way earlier. She looks up to Della and starts to wonder what happened to her and why Scrooge ever stopped adventuring. She tries to grab Scrooge’s attention from afar but it’s fruitless, and her little adventure is at a dead end. Until! Until one day, she’s getting the mail at Beakley’s request, and she finds letter from someone cities away from Duckburg. They’re addressed to Scrooge, and while Webby knows when to keep her hands to herself, she knows that Scrooge throws out any mail that’s not work related. So she hides the letter and later on takes it to her room. She reads it and is immediately interested in everything Huey Duck has to say and offer.

And she does this with every letter that comes after, each one a request to meet Scrooge. But the more that come, the less formal they are, and the more desperate they sound. The very first one was a formal request to meet Scrooge to talk about some personal business, but later on they begin to give more detail. Huey is Della Duck’s son, he lives with his Uncle Fethry and his grandmother on their farm. He also mentions Gladstone and Donald, and how he hopes the five of them can meet up and reconnect.

Anyway, point is, Webby decides that this is her moment to shine. She’s going to step out of the shadows and bring together Scrooge McDuck’s family and then he will finally notice her! Also, this is an adventure, and it will be long and there will be ups and downs, but just like Della Duck, Webby’s not going to let anything get in her way! I know, she could just ask Beakley for help but Beakley would get upset over the hidden mail and simply say that Webby’s adventure is just her digging into something she shouldn’t. So Webby packs her things and sneaks out of the manor, setting out on her very first adventure. She was trained to defend herself and detect any forms of harm, so she’s ready! (Don’t worry, she left Beakley a note saying she’ll be safe and back in no time.)

She wanders all around Duckburg in search of Donald Duck, who lives there according to Huey. This is how she meets Lena and becomes an unexpected accomplice to shoplifting. Basically, she’s walking around when she’s knocked back by someone, but when she gets up, she only sees the back of the girl as she runs around the corner. As she starts picking up her things, she realizes that the girl forgot something, so she hurries and runs after her in order to return it. She ends up at the abandoned amphitheater, where she confronts Lena, and Lena, who is still paranoid about a passing cop, takes Webby inside and explains what happens. Webby is shocked but let’s it slide because she thinks Lena’s cool and wow! she runs fast!

So Lena asks Webby what she’s doing wandering around Duckburg and Webby shows her the letters and explains her grand plan. Lena takes interest immediately because she still works for Magica and helping Webby out would mean the possible chance of meeting Scrooge McDuck so “you realize travelling alone is dangerous, right? You’re going to need some help.” And obviously Webby let’s her tag along!

They stay at the amphitheater for the night and the next day they set out to find Donald Duck. They figure out where he lives and go to knock on the door. Instead they’re greeted by a young duck who’s bored out of his mind because his babysitter won’t let him do anything. Anyway they meet Dewey, is what happens, and once Webby explains everything to him, he does the same thing Webby did. He packs his things and leaves Donald a note (this happens later that night, not with the babysitter bc that would’ve been yikes lol). He joins them, and then they set off to the city of Macaw, where rumor has it that Gladstone Gander is making some big wins.

The same thing happens, they meet Louie, who agrees to tag along and they set off to find Huey, the reason for this whole adventure. Dewey and Louie bond the entire time going on about “we’re related to the Scrooge McDuck?!” and “where have you been all my life?!” Webby and Lena also bond some more, and they become best friends, and eventually, Lena begins to feel like this life is so prefect and so good. She’s having fun, meeting new people, going to new places, and it’s such a wonderful thing, she would’ve forgotten about Magica if Magica would only stop bugging her about her mission for five minutes.

It’s when they’re on their way to Grandma Duck’s farm, that things start falling apart and they start having doubts. Magica starts to get frustrated and begins causing trouble, which ends up with Lena confessing everything. Despite this, Webby believes in her and she convinces Dewey and Louie to let her stay. They’re hesitant, but they allow it and they help Lena keep Magica at bay. I mean, she can’t do too much while she’s a shadow. And this part isn’t too thought out atm but it will be later.

And so, they end up making it to the farm and finally, they have a warm place to sleep without having to worry. Grandma Duck and everyone else is very welcoming and they provide more information than they had initially agreed to give. The kids spend a few days at the farm and Huey, Dewey, and Louie bond. Webby and Lena talk about what’s going to happen when they get back to Duckburg and Lena begins to doubt how much she’s actually wanted around by the others. So the night before the kids and Fethry are supposed to head out, she leaves.

They boys try to brush it off as “she was going to go her own way when we got back to Duckburg anyway, so does it really matter?” “Of course it does! Lena is my- our friend! We have to find her!” In the end, she’s outvoted by the boys and Fethry, who does try to get on her side but it was a losing fight, and they return to Duckburg, immediately going to Donald. They invite Gladstone over, and once they’re all together, they all go visit Scrooge and it’s one big reunion. And tears and all of that. Of course it doesn’t end there! Webby goes off on her own again to find Lena.

And this is where I leave off because this is too long and I got carried away (also that last part hasn’t been thought out). I am so sorry. If you read all of that, bless you, I love you. Also I think this might be my most thought out AU so far?

[idk-my-aesthetic]

lets talk about donald and the boys

so the triplets very obviously and very purposefully take different things from their parental figures, namely Donald, Scrooge and Della. (Webby does as well, but it’s a bit different cus she grew up in a diffrent enviroment/has mrs beakly so i’d rather do a sperate post for her) 

anyway, when it comes to the boys they’re a mix of diffrent aspects of their parental figures + new stuff thats just them. and i think that’s really great how the crew made them such multi dimensional characters like that! 

but, when it comes to donald at least these similarites between him and the boys aren’t quite so explicit like it is when it comes to scrooge and della. which makes sense, theres alot of missed time w/ both of them and they’re learning about eachother and noticing these things for the first time. plus the things donald passed down are the most subtle, i think bc he’s the one who raised them 

so i kinda wanted to call attention to the similarities between don and the boys!! i might do one w/ the similaraties between the triplets and the others asp, we’ll see lol 

so! lets begin.:) 

huey: 

- i think the similarities between him and don are kinda the most obvious, but lets go through them anyway 

- obvi the parental/careing nature 

- and the anger :P 

- that expression in rumble for Ragnarok

- they both wear hats and i think thats cute  

- i feel like theres not too much to say which kinda sucks!! bc i love their relationship!! and like they’re getting a whole ass season for the two of them (like how we had dewey + scrooge and louie + della) im just. idk theres not too much to say that hasn’t been noticed but i love their relationship 

dewey:

- a bit opposite to huey, i think their relationship is kinda the most looked over one 

- which sucks!! pls frank give us don/dewey bonding plsss 

- anyway 

- for one, smthn that i was ECSTATIC to see in ‘rumble for ragnorock’ was dewey’s determination being put to the test. i don’t know how to gif but y’all how have you not done a parallel of that to don in house of the lucky gander??? dewey’s always been super determined (see his determination to adventure in the first few eps, determination to find out about della, etc) and that 100% comes from his dad/uncle!!! 

- i think the main reason ^^ that particular similarity is overlooked is bc dewey and don use their determanation in very diffrent ways. dewey more for adventure, and don more to keep everyone safe. 

(ik that della is also super determined and it could come from that, but i like to think it comes from both of them! don and della are very similar and alot of their influence overlaps. like, the adventuring spirit is smthn usually atributed only as a dewy-della thing (or a della/scrooge w/ the kids thing) but i think that comes a  little from don too!! he used to love adventuring b4 della was lost. sure he was more cautious, but he loved it just as much as they did!!) 

- sorry for the tangent!! next thing! 

- both have an affinity for the color blue and water :). on a related note, the way they were so happy making mermaid tails together gives me life 

- both feel the need to prove themselves!!! this is a huge one!! and idk how noone has called it out sooner?? 

- don has shown alot that he feels insecure with who he is and worries about not being enough for the people around him. see: house of the lucky gander, town where everyone was nice, and just the whole thing w/ his voice 

- dewey is alot the same! super desperate to prove himself and be liked (see: everything,,,, but specifically: Atlantis/first ep, his dream in nightmare on killmonter hill, literally all of the new ep, the seed vault, so much other stuff omg, etc) 

- anyway i really hope these 2 get a bonding ep and get to work through this together. it’s a flaw they both have and i hope they can help eachother with it!! especially bc i think it’s a thing others may not be able to help them w/ bc they need someone who really Gets it u know? 

- pls just let these bois be confident they deserve it 

louie:  

- baby boi 

- ok, first one i feel like may be kinda controversial but lets go anyway 

- i think that their biggest similarity is their shared emotional maturity 

- and yeah ik huey is mature but he’s not mature in the same way that louie and donald are 

- like.... u know at the end of shadow war how don gets the boys to decide to go back? and how louie is just.... so often the one to build up the others in his fam/give them a pep talk? i really think that comes from donald 

- also- they’re both the only ones to actually scheme lol. donald kinda accidentally (he tries not to encorage louie’s sceming even if he kinda does the same thing at times) like w/ how he lies to the caballeros and how he tricks the kids into showing up during shadow war 

- also they share how they’re both more cautious and a bit more scared even if they come along anyway 

- also also just about the only characters besides scrooge who care about money. ik it’s because don is broke and the other two don’t really care but idk... i think the fact that they grew up relitivly poor and don is struggling w/ money in like half of his plots makes the similarity mean a bit more 

- willingness to sacrifice for fam- see harp be gone for louie doing this, and just... everything for don. they both value fam over everything even what’s important to them, which is true for about every character but they don’t seem to get tested as much on it as the two of them 

All three: 

-just wanted to add some random small details that all three have that are similar to don :) 

- first- love of fam/willing to do anything for them. kinda already mentioned it w/ louie, and again it’s smthn shared by most characters but i wanted to mention it again :) 

- their cynicism!! The boys all have their cynical moments and i think it’s cute they’re influenced by don’s more dry humor

- and this last one isn’t really a similarity but I just wanted to point out how in tune they are w/ don and eachother bc it makes me super happy :)

- there’s probably more but I’m out of energy sry y’all. Feel free to add ur own tho I’d love to hear what y’all noticed!!!

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complete and utter chaos [ducktales group chat fic] - Chapter 1

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group chat: let kids be kids

Junior-Woodchuck74, ICanDeweyIt, Lou, TheWebbedWonder, lenaonme, Violet-Sabrewing

 1:47 pm

TheWebbedWonder: hey guys

TheWebbedWonder: This group chat is amazing!!!

TheWebbedWonder: I’ve never really been part of a group chat before so i love it!!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: To be fair, you didn’t have a phone before Uncle Donald

TheWebbedWonder: Yes, and I am forever grateful to him

ICanDeweyIt: Dadnald strikes again!!

TheWebbedWonder: Anyway

TheWebbedWonder: You know what would be fun?

Lou: what

TheWebbedWonder: Let’s make a group chat for the whole family!!

Lou: But we already have a family gc

TheWebbedWonder: I know

TheWebbedWonder: But we don’t have one with the extended family!!

ICanDeweyIt: omg that’d be so chaotic

ICanDeweyIt: IM IN

TheWebbedWonder: HECK YEAH

new group chat: Family Groupchat!!!

 1:56 pm

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl created chat

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl added Junior-Woodchuck74, ICanDeweyIt, green-sharpie, aw-phooey, Scrooge-McDuck, worldsgreatestadventurer, 22, TheCrashiestCrash, lenaonme, Violet-Sabrewing, and ghostbutler.

aw-phooey: Webs

aw-phooey: We already have a family group chat

Scrooge-McDuck: Aye, I do not need more of these blasted text messages making my phone make noises

Scrooge-McDuck: it’s quite distracting when I’m in a board meeting

green-sharpie: dude just mute the chat

aw-phooey: Louie he is not allowed to mute the chat

aw-phooey: you know the rules

worldsgreatestadventurer: besides that would be no fun >:(

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Hang on

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Im adding more people I just have to find their usernames

Violet-Sabrewing: *I’m

lenaonme: omg vi cmon

Violet-Sabrewing: Lena, we are sisters. You know me well. Did you not think I would correct Webbigail’s grammar?

lenaonme: yea

lenaonme: but webby needs to maintain her excited aesthetic

Violet-Sabrewing: Understandable.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl added worldsgreatestinventor, TotallyNotGizmoduck, ihaveahead!!!, worldsgreatestinvention, Lucky-Gander, mutant-krill!!!!,  purpleisforthegays, Indy_Sabrewing, moonlander-general, and Wine-Aunt

worldsgreatestinventor: what on earth

worldsgreatestinventor: this is ridiculous

TotallyNotGizmoduck: agree to disagree Dr. Gearloose

TotallyNotGizmoduck: This is so cool!!!

worldsgreatestinventor: believe what you want fenton, but i am inherently correct

ICanDeweyIt: like i said

ICanDeweyIt: SO chaotic

worldsgreatestadventurer: Gyro!!!

worldsgreatestadventurer: One of us is gonna have to change

TotallyNotGizmoduck: But Gyro and Lil’ Bulb match!!! It’s so cute!!!

TheCrashiestCrash: aww!!

worldsgreatestinvention: agreed we are adorable

worldsgreatestadventurer: ok now two of us will have to change.

worldsgreatestadventurer: LIL’ BULB

Junior-Woodchuck74: This is going to be so confusing

ICanDeweyIt: AND CHAOTIC

moonlander-general: Dewey, you have a one-track mind.

worldsgreatestinventor: Fenton for the love of all things science I thought I told you to change your ridiculous name!

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I changed it in the Team Science group chat!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: YOU HAVE A TEAM SCIENCE GROUP CHAT????

lenaonme: damn huey

lenaonme: that was intense

green-sharpie: trust me lena u aint seen nothin yet

Violet-Sabrewing: Louie, your grammar is atrocious.

Junior-Woodchuck74: Trust me Vi he knows

Junior-Woodchuck74: He does it on purpose

Scrooge-McDuck: What was that blasted thing you said?

Scrooge-McDuck: For the aztec???

Violet-Sabrewing: I believe you may mean aesthetic?

Violet-Sabrewing: It means for visual appeal.

green-sharpie: right on vi

green-sharpie: lena were finally getting to her

green-sharpie: she understands pop culture

Indy_Sabrewing: I will not let you corrupt my beautiful daughter!

Indy_Sabrewing: She is wonderful the way she is.

Indy_Sabrewing: Of course, if Violet wishes to learn pop culture, she may.

Violet-Sabrewing: I do, thank you Dad!

purpleisforthegays: I, for one, am glad.

lenaonme: SIR

lenaonme: POPS

lenaonme: you have my respect forever

purpleisforthegays: Good to hear!

lenaonme: best name goes to ty sabrewing!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: omg agreed

lenaonme: also he’s right

TheCrashiestCrash: Yeah!

TheCrashiestCrash: I think my friend would agree

purpleisforthegays: Thank you Lena! I love you!

lenaonme: sdfghhgfsldkfsslfdejsdhshdgs

lenaonme: <3 <3

lenaonme: im not gonna do my chores when i’m in teenage rebellion mode tho

purpleisforthegays: Hmm

purpleisforthegays: Disappointing.

Indy_Sabrewing: what did you expect honey

Scrooge-McDuck: Lena what is that… thing you just typed?

moonlander-general: did you just have a stroke? Is she in good health?

ICanDeweyIt: it’s a keysmash Uncle Scrooge

Violet-Sabrewing: It is a way to express intense emotion.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: lena was overwhelmed by the love!! Which we will continue to give because she’s a beautiful angel who deserves all the love in the world!!!

lenaonme: omg webs

lenaonme: 💖💕💜💖💕💖💖💖💜💜💕💕💕💖💖💙

TheCrashiestCrash: it’s like a crash… but in text form!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Somehow, that is accurate.

Violet-Sabrewing: @moonlander-general Lena is okay!

moonlander-general: I am relieved.

moonlander-general: not that I was worried about her

worldsgreatestadventurer: aww, Penny! You care!!

moonlander-general: …

moonlander-general: Fine.

lenaonme: thanks Penny

Junior-Woodchuck74: @worldsgreatestinventor @TotallyNotGizmoduck @ihaveahead!!! @worldsgreatestinvention ADD ME TO THE TEAM SCIENCE GROUPCHAT YOU COWARDS

worldsgreatestinventor: you’re still on about that huh

ihaveahead!!!: done

worldsgreatestinventor: MANNY

ihaveahead!!!: dr. gearloose u should know this by now.

ihaveahead!!!: i am no coward.

worldsgreatestinvention: i can confirm this.

worldsgreatestinventor: YOU CAN’T ADD PEOPLE TO MY GROUP CHAT WITHOUT MY CONSENT

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Actually, it’s technically my groupchat. I set it up.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Dewey and I set up your account, remember Dr. Gearloose?

worldsgreatestinventor: ...

worldsgreatestinventor: You still need to change your name, Fenton.

TotallyNotGizmoduck: fine.

TotallyNotGizmoduck changed their name to Blathering-Blatherskite

worldsgreatestinventor: That’s not much better.

worldsgreatestadventurer: you also need to change your name gyro!!

worldsgreatestadventurer: you too lil’ bulb

worldsgreatestinvention: i disagree

22: This is becoming tiring.

22 changed worldsgreatestadventurer’s name to Della

22 changed worldsgreatestinventor’s name to Gyro

22 changed worldsgreatestinvention’s name to Lil’ Bulb

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Granny!!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I know you don’t usually use group chats so it’s nice to see you 🥰 💕

22: Webby, I’m sitting across the room from you.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Aw c’mon Granny you know what I mean 💕🥺

22: ...Nice to see you too, dear.

Della: >:O

Della: enough with the soft fluff melting my heart

Della: MRS. B!!!

Della: betrayed by my own housekeeper/bodyguard/mentor *sad emoji*

Junior-Woodchuck74: Mom you know you can actually use emojis right?

Della: whatever

Della changed their name to Adventure-Pilot

Adventure-Pilot: @Gyro truce?

Gyro: Fine.

Gyro: I accept.

Gyro: But don’t believe that this is so easily forgotten!!

Adventure-Pilot: aww I’ve missed our prank wars!!

Gyro changed their name to wildlymisunderstood

wildlymisunderstood: i haven’t.

Adventure-Pilot: awwwww!!!

Adventure-Pilot: I speak Gyro. I know you’re really saying i love you Della and i missed you too!!

wildlymisunderstood: ...i am not. your gyrospeak is incorrect.

Blathering-Blatherskite: I actually speak Gyro and I can attest to this.

Blathering-Blatherskite: He’s actually saying: I hate your prank wars with a passion but I still missed you and I feel responsible for the Spear of Selene breaking down.

wildlymisunderstood: Cabrera!!!

wildlymisunderstood: i told you that in confidence!!!

Blathering-Blatherskite: Oh no

Blathering-Blatherskite: I’m “Cabrera” again

wildlymisunderstood: you dug your own grave

Blathering-Blatherskite: DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO GET HIM TO CALL ME FENTON????

green-sharpie: ...i can tell ur really upset about it…

Junior-Woodchuck74: Louie c’mon

aw-phooey: louie

Scrooge-McDuck: bless me bagpipes

Scrooge-McDuck: I do not want to go through this again

Blathering-Blatherskite: ...I may have messed up.

wildlyunderstood: MAY??

lenaonme: tbh we all knew that, mr. mad scientist.

wildlymisunderstood: excuse me! it is doctor mad scientist to you!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: after what happened in Tokyolk I’m not 100% sure you even have a doctorate

lenaonme: damn y’all got to go to tokyolk

lenaonme: lucky

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: ikr

Junior-Woodchuck74: trust me it was very stressful

Junior-Woodchuck74: But also fun!

aw-phooey has changed wildlymisunderstood’s name to dr. mad scientist

dr. mad scientist: thank you.

dr. mad scientist: i guess.

Scrooge-McDuck: Aye Gyro, it’s not a secret.

Scrooge-McDuck: But all is well. I never blamed you and neither did Della

Adventure-Pilot: huh, I never knew that. Sorry gy-man

Adventure-Pilot: uncle scrooge is right. I don’t blame you dude

dr. mad scientist: … good to hear, i guess.

dr. mad scientist: i’m glad you’re back, della.

Adventure-Pilot: <3 <3 <3 <3 I love you too!!!!!

dr. mad scientist: ugh, affection. disgusting.

Lil’ Bulb: he loves it.

dr. mad scientist: besides i’m gay.

Adventure-Pilot: that’s not what I meant and you know it.

Junior-Woodchuck74: heck yeah for platonic affection!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: heck yeah!!

ICanDeweyIt: heck yeah!!

mutant-krill!!!!: heck yeah!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: FETHRY

aw-phooey: hi feth!!

green-sharpie: wait there are more people

green-sharpie: this chat is confusing enough, webs.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Just you wait!! I have a list of people I’d like to add that aren’t in the chat yet!!

green-sharpie: wait is this one of your meticulously planned out fantasies-turned-schemes?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: yep!!

lenaonme: wow what a surprise.

Violet-Sabrewing: Ah, it’s nice to see another one of your thoughtful plans play out successfully, Webbigail!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: thank you Vi!! 💖💖

mutant-krill!!!!: Hi Huey!! I miss you!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: I miss you too!!

moonlander-general: why are you so passionate about “mutant krill”?

mutant-krill!!!!: my dearest companion, Mitzy, is a mutant krill!!

moonlander-general: hmm. Understood slightly, may need more context in the future.

ICanDeweyIt: i’ll fill you in later Penny dw.

mutant-krill!!!!: Mitzy says hi, everyone.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Hi Mitzy!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Hi Mitzy!!

Adventure-Pilot: Hi Mitzy!!

aw-phooey: hi mitzy!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Hi, Mitzy!!

Violet-Sabrewing: Even though I have not met you yet.

mutant-krill!!!!: Mitzy says it’s nice to meet you, Violet!!!

mutant-krill!!!!: and I say that, as well!!

Violet-Sabrewing: It’s nice to meet you too, Fethry!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Isn’t it wild that some of our family has just straight up

Junior-Woodchuck74: never met each other

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: yeah

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: We should have a big introduction party!!

TheCrashiestCrash: That’d be fun!!

TheCrashiestCrash: i’ll help you plan webs!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Thanks LP!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: @ghostbutler @Junior-Woodchuck74 join the planning committee!

ghostbutler: hmm

ghostbutler: no.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: c’mon you’ll get to prove you’re a better party planner than Huey!

Junior-Woodchuck74: hey!

ghostbutler: i already did that.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Do it again, then!

Indy_Sabrewing: Excuse me, but is that not essentially the purpose of this chat?

Scrooge-McDuck: Ack, the lass is right. this newfangled tech cannot beat face-to-face interactions!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: 🥰

lenaonme: scrooge grandpa moment

aw-phooey: HAHAHAAHAHAHA

Scrooge-McDuck: excuse me lass

aw-phooey: scrooge grandpa moment

Scrooge-McDuck: DONALD DUCK

aw-phooey: hahahahaha

Scrooge-McDuck: I AM YOUR UNCLE

Scrooge-McDuck: Show some respect

Scrooge-McDuck: YOU TOO LENA SABREWING

lenaonme: 😔😔

lenaonme: 😘

aw-phooey: you lost my respect a long time ago and you know it

TheCrashiestCrash: You have my respect, Mr. McDee!!

TheCrashiestCrash: So do you Mr. Dee!!

aw-phooey: thank u launchpad

aw-phooey: you have my respect too

Scrooge-McDuck: Aye

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Aww how wholesome!

green-sharpie: this chat is wild

ICanDeweyIt: why dear brother, that’s the point!!

22: Chaos is not a desired concept, Dewey.

Adventure-Pilot: agreed Dew chaos is fun!!

ICanDeweyIt: Heck yeah Mom validation!!

Adventure-Pilot: mom validation is here anytime you want it, sweetie!!

ICanDeweyIt: sdfghgfds

Adventure-Pilot: but also I’m here to spite Mrs. B for changing my glorious name.

dr. mad scientist: wasn’t all that glorious

Adventure-Pilot: you’d better watch yourself, gyro. The prank war is back on!!

Blathering-Blatherskite: Dang, you scared him!! Gyro just got up and sprinted out of the lab!

Scrooge-McDuck: ARE YOU ALL TEXTING WHEN I’M PAYING YOU TO WORK

Blathering-Blatherskite: blathering blatherskite

Junior-Woodchuck74: haha

lenaonme: ssksksksksks

Blathering-Blatherskite: well I can’t very well say it out loud!

TheCrashiestCrash: wait why?

Blathering-Blatherskite: uhhh

Blathering-Blatherskite: gotta go Scrooge just stormed down to the lab

ihaveahead!!!: lol

Wine-Aunt: eh chaos can be pretty useful sometimes.

aw-phooey: @Wine-Aunt change your name there are children here

mutant-krill!!!!: wow that was fast Donnie!

aw-phooey: that’s what happens when you have kids, feth.

Adventure-Pilot: agreed.

22: agreed.

Scrooge-McDuck: agreed.

Indy_Sabrewing: agreed.

purpleisforthegays: agreed.

ICanDeweyIt: aw cmon uncle donald we all know what wine is

ICanDeweyIt: Louie’s even had it before!

green-sharpie: seriously dewford???

aw-phooey: WHAT

aw-phooey: LOUIE DUCK

green-sharpie: brb

Wine-Aunt: haha

ICanDeweyIt: @Wine-Aunt you sowed so much chaos!!

ICanDeweyIt: Teach me ur ways

Wine-Aunt: hmm i’ll consider it. how much will you pay me?

ICanDeweyIt: uhh

ICanDeweyIt: i’m kinda broke

ICanDeweyIt: i spent all my money on tickets to see the featherweights last month with lena

lenaonme: it was lit tho you have to admit that

ICanDeweyIt: true

ICanDeweyIt: @Wine-Aunt n e ways do you accept handwritten personal monologues?

Wine-Aunt: no.

ICanDeweyIt: darn it i have so many of those!

TheCrashiestCrash: I’ll take one, Dewey!

Violet-Sabrewing: Launchpad, you have 25.

TheCrashiestCrash: Oh right!!

ICanDeweyIt: what about being a guest on my coveted youtube talk show, Dewey Dewnite!!!

ICanDeweyIt: also available on TikTok!

Wine-Aunt: honey.

Wine-Aunt: you’d be lucky to have me on your show.

Wine-Aunt: we can add that to your package if you’d prefer?

ICanDeweyIt: uhh sure

ICanDeweyIt: uhh @Scrooge-McDuck @aw-phooey @Adventure-Pilot @22 @ghostbutler please give me money

aw-phooey: no way

22: No way

ghostbutler: no way

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Hi Duckworth!!

ghostbutler: hello Webbigail

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: :D

Adventure-Pilot: I’d give you money but I’m also broke

Adventure-Pilot: I was on the moon for ten years! i don’t have a job, remember?

ICanDeweyIt: oh yeah

ICanDeweyIt: uncle scrooge?

Scrooge-McDuck: it’s bad enough that Louie is consorting with Goldie and seeking her expertise. I will not support or fund your attempts to mimic him

ICanDeweyIt: wait that’s goldie?

ICanDeweyIt: as in AUNT goldie???

Wine-Aunt: this name is not for you.

Scrooge-McDuck: are you sure about that, love?

Wine-Aunt changed their name to wreathedingold

wreathedingold: if you must know, I lost a bet.

TheCrashiestCrash: to who?

Violet-Sabrewing: *whom

Scrooge-McDuck: yes, I would like to know who bested Goldie O’Gilt!!

Scrooge-McDuck: Aside from me, of course

wreathedingold: my granddaughter dickie

Scrooge-McDuck: oh

green-sharpie: >:o @wreathedingold is MY mentor dewford!!

green-sharpie: you already have mom!!

ICanDeweyIt: she can have two mentees!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: correction:

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: she can have three

wreathedingold: @Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl i refuse to teach you just for that name

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: *surprised pikachu meme*

Scrooge-McDuck: Hey

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl changed their name to TheWebbedWonder

Scrooge-McDuck: HEY

TheWebbedWonder: how’s that?

TheWebbedWonder: Besides Aunt Goldie

wreathedingold: don’t call me that

TheWebbedWonder: i know you’re actually threatened because you think you’re the ultimate scrooge fangirl

wreathedingold: no

lenaonme: sksdkdkskd

TheWebbedWonder: Eh lie to yourself all you want

green-sharpie: daaaaaang webs!!!

green-sharpie: proud of u

22: So am I

TheWebbedWonder: Awww!! 💜💕💖💕💙💜💙💖💕

moonlander-general: why is no one talking about the picture Webby posted

moonlander-general: what is that thing

moonlander-general: is it an earth species??

ICanDeweyIt: PENNY DOESN’T KNOW POKEMON

ICanDeweyIt: @aw-phooey @green-sharpie @Junior-Woodchuck74 @TheWebbedWonder @Blathering-Blatherskite @TheCrashiestCrash @Lil’ Bulb THIS CALLS FOR AN INTERVENTION

moonlander-general: is this “pokemon” really that important?

Blathering-Blatherskite: YES

Blathering-Blatherskite: albeit I really need to get back to work

Blathering-Blatherskite: intervention postponed?

ICanDeweyIt: fine

ICanDeweyIt: like this message if you want to join the Teach Penny Pokemon Group Chat!

This message was liked by Junior-Woodchuck74, aw-phooey, Lil’ Bulb, green-sharpie, Blathering-Blatherskite, Scrooge-McDuck, Adventure-Pilot, mutant-krill!!!!, TheWebbedWonder, lenaonme, Indy_Sabrewing, TheCrashiestCrash, and Lucky-Gander

Lil’ Bulb: add Gyro to the chat

ICanDeweyIt: sdfgfdf ok

dr. mad scientist: do not

ICanDeweyIt: hehehe too late!!

moonlander-general: I did not like the message

moonlander-general: Do not add me to the chat

Adventure-Pilot: You can’t get out of this, Penny

Adventure-Pilot: it’s a coveted earth custom

Adventure-Pilot: also I need to catch up on the latest games

Adventure-Pilot: apparently it’s in the real world now???

dr. mad scientist: wow you are behind

Lil’ Bulb: good thing ur in the chat

Adventure-Pilot: wow rude

aw-phooey: @Lucky-Gander i c u lurking

Lucky-Gander: I am

Lucky-Gander: what was it you said green bean

Lucky-Gander: Vibing?

green-sharpie: YES

green-sharpie: good job uncle gladstone

Lucky-Gander: It was a lucky guess ;)

aw-phooey: of course

mutant-krill!!!!: Hi Gladdy!!!

Lucky-Gander: Hi Fethry!!

Scrooge-McDuck: bless me bagpipes

Scrooge-McDuck: what in dismal downs does that mean?

Lucky-Gander: I’m vibing on a yacht I won yesterday Uncle McDunkle

Scrooge-McDuck: So does it mean freeloading?

Lucky-Gander: I’m not

Lucky-Gander: I won it with my own money

Lucky-Gander: Ooh I just found $20

Scrooge-McDuck: Xandra, coveted goddess of adventure, give me strength to get through this

aw-phooey: 😳

wreathedingold: huh when did you turn religious?

aw-phooey: he’s not

aw-phooey: he’s just mad at me because Panchito, José, and I went on secret adventures with Xandra

Adventure-Pilot: YOU WHAT

aw-phooey: oh no

aw-phooey: @22 @ghostbutler hide me

22: no

ghostbutler: no

22: You dug your own grave

green-sharpie: finally I can stop running

aw-phooey: no you can’t louie

aw-phooey: watch your back

green-sharpie: heck

green-sharpie: @ICanDeweyIt this is your fault dew

TheCrashiestCrash: Hey Webster

TheWebbedWonder: yes LP?

TheCrashiestCrash: You should add Panchito and José to this chat

TheCrashiestCrash: They’re family too!!

aw-phooey: YES

TheWebbedWonder: for sure! @aw-phooey can I get their usernames? They’re not in the McDuck Family Database

Scrooge-McDuck: how did you get into that

Scrooge-McDuck: I did not create that for the intention of a blasted group chat

TheWebbedWonder: On a completely unrelated note, thanks for giving me access to the archives uncle scrooge!!! I really appreciate it!!!

Scrooge-McDuck: bless me bagpipes

Scrooge-McDuck: I don’t like this chat, but you’re family Webbigail. Of course you get access

TheWebbedWonder: SJDKSKFGSKDHGDSGDUSBDGSSBD

TheWebbedWonder: 💕💕💖💖💕💜💜💙💖💖💕💙💕💖💙💜💖💖💙

22: Scrooge McDuck if you have killed my granddaughter I will kill you

Scrooge-McDuck: noted

aw-phooey: i’ll pm you once I defeat dell and find louie @TheWebbedWonder

Adventure-Pilot: YOU WON’T GET AWAY FROM ME THAT EASILY

aw-phooey: yes i will

TheWebbedWonder: Thanks Uncle Donald!!

TheWebbedWonder: @wreathedingold will you mentor me now? I have a different name!

wreathedingold: you still have to pay me

Scrooge-McDuck: Goldie stop running cons on my kids

TheCrashiestCrash: I’ll mentor you Webster!!

TheWebbedWonder: Thanks LP!!

TheCrashiestCrash: anytime!!

TheCrashiestCrash: Our first session will be watching every single Darkwing Duck episode!!

22: Wait that is what we did last week

22: Is Launchpad mentoring me??

Scrooge-McDuck: HAHAHAHA

ghostbutler: HAHAHAHAHA

22: @Scrooge-McDuck @ghostbutler You would do well to watch your backs and sleep with one eye open. Bentina Beakley does not forget insults.

green-sharpie: ooooooo

ICanDeweyIt: *eating-popcorn-gif*

lenaonme: dewey no

Lil’ Bulb: @ICanDeweyIt come on

moonlander-general: I am pleased with the amount of combat sparked from this chat.

aw-phooey: i’m not

Indy_Sabrewing: Neither am I. This is concerning.

Violet-Sabrewing: What did you expect from the McDuck family?

lenaonme: uncle d you’ve been doing half the fighting

Lucky-Gander: Yeah Don you don’t have much of a leg to stand on here.

aw-phooey: tell louie and della to stop acting out then

Adventure-Pilot: You’re the one who acted out!

aw-phooey: oh no, i did stuff with my friends, the horror.

aw-phooey: kids, this is not an example for you to follow.

green-sharpie: darn it!

TheWebbedWonder: @TheCrashiestCrash sounds exciting!! I’m there!!

TheCrashiestCrash: Yay!! Mrs. Beakley can join us as well!!

22: no

TheWebbedWonder: @wreathedingold you’re still mentoring me though

wreathedingold: hmm let me think about that

wreathedingold: no.

TheCrashiestCrash: yes! I am the superior mentor!

 new group chat: Teach Penny and Mom Pokemon Group Chat!!!!

 3:02 pm

ICanDeweyIt created the chat

ICanDeweyIt added moonlander-general, Junior-Woodchuck74, aw-phooey, worldsgreatestinvention, green-sharpie, TotallyNotGizmoduck, Scrooge-McDuck, worldsgreatestadventurer, mutant-krill!!!!, Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl, lenaonme, Indy_Sabrewing, TheCrashiestCrash, worldsgreatestinventor, and Lucky-Gander

 Junior-Woodchuck74: I am not going through this again

Junior-Woodchuck74: @worldsgreatestinventor @worldsgreatestinvention @worldsgreatestadventurer change

worldsgreatestinventor: ugh fine

worldsgreatestinventor changed their name to wildlymisunderstood

worldsgreatestinvention changed their name to Lil’ Bulb

worldsgreatestadventurer changed their name to universesgreatestadventurer

universesgreatestadventurer: HAH

universesgreatestadventurer: @wildlymisunderstood TAKE THAT

wildlymisunderstood: whatever

wildlymisunderstood: it doesn’t have the same ring to it

universesgreatestadventurer: idc

universesgreatestadventurer: i went to space so worldsgreatestadventurer is inaccurate anyway

wildlymisunderstood: well i built the rocket that took you to space so I should be universesgreatestinventor!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Do not change your name Gyro

wildlymisunderstood: it’s dr. gearloose

Junior-Woodchuck74: if you do I’ll make Dewey come over to the lab and give you his 2.5 hour powerpoint presentation about how brilliant High School Musical is

ICanDeweyIt: HEY

ICanDeweyIt: it’s a good movie!

Junior-Woodchuck74: Not as good as you think it is

wildlymisunderstood: fine

ICanDeweyIt: :(

ICanDeweyIt: why must you wound me like this dear brother

moonlander-general left the chat

ICanDeweyIt added moonlander-general

ICanDeweyIt restricted leaving

moonlander-general: Hey!

 Family Group Chat!!!

 5:37 pm

ICanDeweyIt: wow that killed the chat

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: uncle scrooge is having a crisis

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: he won’t let me comfort him :(

mutant-krill!!!!: oh no, is Uncle Scrooge okay?

22: He is fine. He just did not realize something.

22: something obvious.

lenaonme: sssdfgfds

Blathering-Blatherskite: wow, this is like one of M’ma’s telenovas!

Junior-Woodchuck74: @TheWebbedWonder why is Officer Cabrera not in this chat? She’s family too!!

green-sharpie: yeah she makes the best food for family gatherings

lenaonme: agreed.

22: watch yourself, Louie.

ghostbutler: agreed, Louie.

22: I will come for you too, Duckworth!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I don’t have her number/username, Dew.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I told you guys I have a whole list of people i’d add if I could!

Blathering-Blatherskite: I’ll pm it to you Webs once I get off of work.

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Thanks Fenton!

Scrooge-McDuck: now get back to work, Crackshell-Cabrera!

Blathering-Blatherskite: Right away, sir!

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2:34 am

Lil’ Bulb: anyone up lol

ihaveahead!!!: yea lol

dr. mad scientist: what the heck go to sleep

dr. mad scientist: heck

dr. mad scientist: heck

dr. mad scientist: heck u

dr. mad scientist: motherhecker

dr. mad scientist: @aw-phooey STOP EDITING MY TEXTS

aw-phooey: this is a family groupchat. with CHILDREN.

aw-phooey: ur a father u should understand

dr. mad scientist: what no im not

Junior-Woodchuck74: What about Boyd?

Lil’ Bulb: what about ME???

aw-phooey: huey go to sleep or i’m taking your phone

Junior-Woodchuck74: what?! I’m the good kid!

ICanDeweyIt: hey!

aw-phooey: that goes for you too dew

TheCrashiestCrash: Haha that rhymes!

dr. mad scientist: @Junior-Woodchuck74 if Boyd wants to live with me he can

Junior-Woodchuck74: He does

dr. mad scientist: well he hasn’t said anything

22: Wow you are dense.

dr. mad scientist: hey!

Blathering-Blatherskite: Oh dear

Blathering-Blatherskite: Huey’s right though Dr. Gearloose…

dr. mad scientist: you’re still on cabrera terms shut up

Blathering-Blatherskite: oh blathering blatherskite

ihaveahead!!!: lol

PM between worldsgreatestinventor and Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl

 3:01 am

worldsgreatestinventor: @adefinitelyrealboy

worldsgreatestinventor: that is boyd’s number

worldsgreatestinventor: add him if you want

worldsgreatestinventor: i don’t care

 3:14 am

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: *wink emoji*

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I’m adding to my journal entries on the McDuck family that you are a father

worldsgreatestinventor: wtf webby you’re supposed to be asleep

worldsgreatestinventor: why am i in your journals

worldsgreatestinventor: erase my entries this instant!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: listen Dr. Gearloose

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I used to think that family means blood

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: but it doesn’t

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I’m family and so are you

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: so is Boyd, not because he’s basically your son but because he’s Huey’s good friend and now mine and the rest of the kids’

read 3:16 am

 3:23 am

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: sorry I didn’t mean to scare you off

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I’m not always great at social stuff

 3:25 am

worldsgreatestinventor: you’re fine

worldsgreatestinventor: i’m not either

worldsgreatestinventor: i left you on read because i didn’t know what to say but

worldsgreatestinventor: thanks webby

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: anytime <3

read 3:26 am

 group chat: Team Uncle McDunkle (les parentals)

Dadnald, Moneybags, acepilot, 22, purpleisforthegays, Indy_Sabrewing

 4:56 am

Dadnald added worldsgreatestinventor

Moneybags: donald go to sleep

Dadnald: nah

worldsgreatestinventor: oh come on

Dadnald: accept it gyro ur a dad now

Dadnald: one of us, one of us

purpleisforthegays: One of us, one of us

acepilot: one of us, one of us

worldsgreatestinventor: oh thank god i don’t have to change my name

acepilot: i’ll make you change it just for that

worldsgreatestinventor: >:(

22: everyone go to sleep right now

 PM between Scrooge-McDuck and Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl

 6:48 am

Scrooge-McDuck: Good morning Webby darling!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: good morning Uncle Scrooge!

Scrooge-McDuck: You mentioned you have a list of people you would like to add to the family group chat?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: yes, do you have any requests?

Scrooge-McDuck: Perhaps? I’m mailing a letter to my parents today, and I’ve decided to enclose smartphones so they can chat

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: YES

Scrooge-McDuck: Webbigail, I haven’t even asked yet

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: THEY CAN JOIN THE GROUPCHAT

Scrooge-McDuck: I take it they’re on your list?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: ABSOLUTELY

Scrooge-McDuck: It’ll take a couple days to get through

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I CAN’T WAIT

~

Okay, so there are a lot of names here! here's a nice handy list. The way I designed the chat system is like discord, where you have one set name and you can change it for individual servers, if that makes any sense. The actual chatting part of it isn't like a discord server with separate channels, but a regular text group chat. Hopefully that's not too confusing!

Huey: Junior-Woodchuck74 Dewey: ICanDeweyIt Louie: Lou / green-sharpie* Webby: TheWebbedWonder / Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl* Donald: aw-phooey* / Dadnald Scrooge: Scrooge-McDuck* / Moneybags Della: worldsgreatestadventurer* / Adventure-Pilot / universesgreatestadventurer /acepilot Beakley: 22 Launchpad: TheCrashiestCrash Lena: lenaonme Violet: Violet-Sabrewing Duckworth: ghostbutler Gyro: worldsgreatestinventor* / dr mad scientist / wildlymisunderstood Fenton: TotallyNotGizmoduck* / Blathering-Blatherskite Manny: ihaveahead!!! Lil' Bulb: worldsgreatestinvention* / Lil' Bulb Gladstone: Lucky-Gander Fethry: mutant-krill!!!! Indy: Indy_Sabrewing Ty: purpleisforthegays Goldie: Wine-Aunt* / wreathedingold Penny: moonlander-general

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thanks for reading; I hope you enjoyed! This is mostly just a joke fic but yeah. It's really fun to explore the characters in this kind of low-stakes, fun setting.

btw, I don't usually do multichapter fics because I get long blocks of low motivation and energy, but I've already written two and a half chapters and this fic is by far the easiest to write since it's just silliness. I'd like to have started Chapter 4 before I post Chapter 2 but I don't wanna make you guys wait too long. So probably around a week or so.

Next chapter: Huey finally gets into the Team Science group chat (for no lack of trying on his part), Boyd joins the fray!

Chapter 2

[saokpe]

HDLW Sibling Week 2020 - Day 2: Pillow Fort

More siblings! I’ve always wanted to write a political drama, glad I was able to fit it in. Enjoy!

@hdlwsiblingweek2020

Comfortable Negotiations

The synchronized steps, bouncing across the overwhelmingly muffled walls of the McDuck Manor, follow the figures of an arrogantly joyful Louie Duck and a stoically serious Huey Duck. Their trenches lead them to one of the few areas of the house yet to fall victim to the rampant colonialism these shrewd visionaries spear head, a solitary wooden desk, two equally simple chairs stationed on both sides. They take their seats.

“Hubert Duck, President of Pillowvile.” The hoodie wearing triplet acknowledges. 

“Llewellyn Duck, holder of the title of Current and Forever After Ruler of Cushion Island.” Huey responds. “How have you and your partner’s endeavours fared following your sudden departure from Pillowvile? A severing I did very little to oppose, might I add.”

  “Yes, very little.” Louie’s previous smile turns into an almost sarcastic imitation of thoughtfulness. “Well it seems that my business partner’s ingenuity and my business savviness has brought us quite a bit of success, as clear when you compare our charts here.” The confidence oozing duck raises both his arms to reveal two staunchly different pieces of cardboard. Both demonstrated crudely drawn line charts, one with an elegant example of calligraphy spelling out Cushion Island while the other, spelling Pillowvile, could be described as anything but. The former diagram demonstrated a staunch uptick following a point labelled “When we got smarter and left Pillowvile.” The former followed a similar pattern, the line taking a steep dive after a period called “Our smarter halves leave Pillowvile.”

“Uhm…” The self-appointed president of Pillowvile attempts to assess the borderline illegible data. “Very… interesting. But, you can’t run a country like a business dear sibling of mine, way more goes into it.”

“Yet you’ve called ME to discuss negotiations.”

Huey bites his lip, the concise retort robbing him of his high ground. “Well, I wanted to talk to both of Cushion Island’s political powers, yet I see only one.”

“You seem one partner short as well.” Louie correctly assesses. 

“Dewford had other businesses to attend to.”

“I’m sure he does.” A grin carves itself forcefully onto a self-assured Louie. “So what did you want to discuss?”

“Well I thought-”

“Pfft- Sorry I just can’t keep it a secret!” The previously reserved negotiator bursts, his body slamming and rolling as his lung expands into a chuckle, “We caught Dewey sneaking through our blueprints, Webby’s currently trying to get a confession from him. I was supposed to lead you on for a cooler reveal but it’s just TOO funny!” He continues between his glee infused snorts.

“Oh…” Huey attempts to speak, left paralyzed in his brothers all consuming laughter.

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“You better start talking unless you want to go on another trip into Mr. Cuddles’s play place!” A high pitched demand pierces. 

Dewey hung from a collection of patched together blankets, one end tied tightly on his ankle and the other on the insurmountably tall ceiling of this pillow comprised room. Poorly lit and suffocatingly warm and dry, the restrained friend cackles and hacks, coughing wildly as the rope pulled tighter on his body. His feathers filled with lint and tangled plushies, all courtesy of the deep and dark alleyways of the play place. A pool of dolls and toys which hide their bloodlust in their disarmingly soft fur.

“NO! NO! PLEASE, I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO MR. CUDDLES ANYMORE!” The prisoner whines wildly. 

“Are you sure? Cause he sure wants to talk to you!” Webby, her expression contorted with malice, drops her prey closer to the pit. 

“I’LL TALK, I’LL TALK, PLEASE JUST DON’T DROP ME ANY CLOSER!”

For a second the tensed and thick air is complemented with horrid silence. But slowly and surely the rope is reeled back higher. 

“Man I’m good at this job.” Webby congratulates herself.

In between his terrified gasps for air, Dewey is able to speak, “I don’t remember exactly what I came here to do, but if you give me my phone I can read off what Huey wanted me to do.”

“Hmm…” The prison guard contemplates the statement a bit longer. “Yeah that seems believable. Here you go.” The girl chipperly walks to the hanging duck, allowing him to clutch the device before retreating. 

“Thanks.” Still hanging upside down, Dewford lets the bright light of his electronic’s screen envelop him, slamming his finger across it until opening the previous chat log he had shared with Huey. He scans through it, reading the last message. “Did u find the weak point? Waiting for your signal” Dewey sighs as the options placed before him thin out. Without thinking, the cornered duck types as fast and haphazardly as someone could, sending the following message: “THE STRINGS BEEN TIED, DO IT, DO IT!” Just as his thumb forces send, his body clutches, his eyes slamming shut waiting for the sudden impacts and his inevitable fall into the pit. Instead, the shime of a new message received echoes.

“What was that?” Webby notices, a particular doll turning in her hand, causing the tied duck to flinch.

Panic stabs through the already hindered operative, his eyes darting to the message which oh so terribly inconvenienced him. “You’re still inside, the plan was for you to escape.” 

“It looks like you DO want to spend more time with Mr. Cuddles!” The threat curses with the power of a million witches.

“DO IT NOW, JUST DO IT NOW!” The message sends in the moment of panic, his finger pushing over the final button just as it’s stolen from his hand by a ravenous Webbigail. 

A moment of anticipation follows as the messages are read back to Webby’s unknowing eyes. Them widening in horror as the realization washes her.

“You deal with him Mr. Cuddles! I have to go!” She hardly finishes her sentences as her feet trail off.

“NO! DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM!”

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A notification rings across Huey’s phone, his body still stunned from the sudden reveal his youngest triplet cast over him.

“I mean, I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to replicate Cushion Island, it’s perhaps the most perfect pillow fort ever created.” Another, of the plentiful, boasts Louie has thrown in the last couple minutes. “I mean look at it.” He directs attention behind him, walls upon walls of multi-colored furniture and cushions hoard the view. The wooden walls that previously housed now rest infected by the stuffing of these misused decorations. 

During the monologue, Huey lends a peek at the message Dewey had left for him. Dread befalls the brother, all of his soul used to avoid any sorrow. “You’re the bravest man I know, Dewford.” He whispers.

“What was that?”

Hubert readies his left arm, an arm which had yet to be seen by anyone since arrival. He sighs. “You say that Cushion Island is perfect?”

“As perfect as they come… why?” The creeping suspicion the question arises prevents any hubris.

“I ask because you and Webby actually left your blueprints back in Pillowville, and I wouldn’t really call it perfect.”

The snarky response Louie had planned catches itself at his throat, a worried gulp tossing it back under.

“There was a little design flaw I doubt you knew about in your infrastructure. Poor Webby had a tall order building the whole pillow fort by herself. Especially when you left such a glaring issue in the foundation. All of Cushion Island is being supported by a single sofa cushion.” Huey raises his right hand, revealing a beautifully drawn blueprint, a red circle signalling the sad truth that, yes, one cushion balanced the whole country wide fort. “You’re a shrewd businessman, sure, but when it comes to ruling a country…” Huey finally raises the elusive left hand, clutched between his fingers was the end of an elongated piece of string. “-you need a little bit more.”

A combination of shock and hatred form in the previously egocentric Llewellyn, that manic gaze following the string which, as he feared, led directly into his beautiful Cushion Island. Additionally, as he stares bitterly to the entrance of his magnum opus, the distant figure of his business partner runs frantically towards him. Her arms flail as she attempts to catch the attention of Louie, who already knew it was too late. 

“FOR PILLOWVILLE!” Huey screeches as he pulls the string, the movement creating an orchestra of falling pillows and walls. Destruction as far as the eye could see, pain resonating in the echoing screams of those that lived in its warm housing. A domino effect of crumbling dreams and desires. As the final blanket floats over, Louie crumbles to his knees. 

Pity does enter the victor’s heart, his body moving in satisfied strides towards his grovelling competitor. Huey lays his hand over his fallen brethren. “May this be a warning to all others who dare defy the power of Pillowville.”

Louie stares back towards him before solemnly returning his view to the ground that used to house his home. “I spent my whole allowance building that.”

“In war we all lose.”

Huey’s illustrious Pilloville was soon discredited and destroyed as punishment for its president’s multiple breaches of the Geneva Conventions. 

 His second in command, Dewey Duck, was eventually found retreating in the remains of Cushion Island, hiding in the rubble. When asked on the matter, the former ruler informed our reporter that he was fleeing from one “Mr. Cuddles.” This figure has yet to be found.

When asked about the demolition of what he had previously called “the love of his life,” Louie inquired “The what?”

 Webbigail, the labeled business partner of Llewellyn Duck, has since been spotted waterboarding various stuffed animals. Some theorize she is training for something bigger. 

[popculturebuffet]

Delpad Week Day 3: Confession (Sorry this is so dang late)

Dewey: Hey mommmm... there's something you need to see outside

Della: In a minute sweetie. (Is on her laptop) I'm trying to figure out where Launchpad took the Cloudslayer.

Dewey: If you come outside you'll find out.

Della: Oh god what'd he do to my fifth child.

Dewey: Fifth? I knew phooey was real!

Della: No .. sweetie i'm talking about webby.

Dewey: Awwwwwww man.

(Both run outside... with the other kids already front and center along with scrooge and beakly. Launchpad is skywriting)

Della:... Oh okay.

Beakly: I can't belivie you let him do this.

Scrooge: He paid for the plane rental and each letter.

Donald: (Running outside) Oh no he went through with it.

Scrooge: That he did (Sighs) But at least he asked me first.

Della: I feel like i'm missing a second

Huey: Give it a minute...

Skywriting: I Luv U

Webby: Aww he loves all of us

Huey: I.. don't think that's what this is

Della: Nah.. I mean everyone's here, he's doing it right in front of the mansion who else could it .. oh.. oh noooooo

Skywriting (Completed): I Luv You Della, Launchpad. You get it's launchpad right? I just wanted to make sure you knew it was me.

Louie: how'd he afford all of that.. also ewww. I mean.. good for you mom. But also eww.

Beakly: He has rich friends

Huey: So romantic what do you think.. mom.. mom?

(Della is running away)

Scrooge: oh no not again!

Donald: I"ll go talk to her. (runs off after his sister)

(Launchpad lands)

Launchpad: SO what'd she think

Huey: (Whispers to dewey) Stall, stall. D

Dewey: Uh she wanted to tell you herself! Until then why don't you tell me about that darkwing duck two parter where he fought nixon's zombie?

Scrooge: Based on true events.. (Beams proudly)

Launchpad: oh that's the best one... okay exterior... Nixon's Moonbase...

(Meanwhile in the house, della is hyperventaliating on the couch)

Donald: Della are you okay?

Della:... I"m FINE fine... fine totally not backed into a corner where no matter what i do I hurt someone.

Donald: you are not

Della: Well if I turn him down the kids hate me for rejecting him, if I tell him how I feel, they hate me for negelcting them. I can't win!

Donald: ... They could NEVER hate you and you know that. If you don't like him that way, then tell him. It'll be awkward sure but no more awkward than him deciding to go with this gesture in the first place. But if you feel ANYTHING for him then at least give it a try. He's the niecest guy I know.. also the dumbest.. er no offense.

Della: Donald, I may..... the point is I've flown with him. He is indeed stupid as a pile of bricks.. but he's loyal as those bricks and sweet and kind and always goes out of his way to try and acomidate me.

Donald: what do you mean?

Della: I mean he cleans my leg out for me, tried smashing all the mirrors with dewey, apologizes any time he stumbles face first into my trauma. He clearly cares about me. And.. oh god.. I think I feel the same way. Oh shit that's worse.

Donald: Why is it though?

Della: because I dunno... I don't want to take away from the kids.. I don't

Donald: Della... how do you think Dewey knew to bring you out there? he talked to EVERY ONE OF US to ask if this was okay, because he knew if it went bad it'd be weird for everyone and if it went good he'd be taking time away from us. And.. we all were fine with it.

Della: Even scrooge

Scrooge: (Entering) Especially Scrooge.

Donald:.. you were waiting for an entrance cue weren't you?

Scrooge: maybe. Donald's right, we're all fine with it. I am.. I don't quite understand it and at first I was livid. Screamed at him for an hour. But...well.. I did the same to your father too when he wanted to marry your mother. And look what we got out of that.

Della: (Tearing up) Had to bring up mom.. didn't you. (Is not even the least bit mad)

Scrooge: of course I did. Come here (Holds his arm open, group hug ensues)

Della: But what about the kids?

Scrooge: The kids

Louie: Are just fine with it. and yes we were waiting for our cue too. Look I'm not crazy about getting less attention but.. I just want you to be happy. I know you'd never leave us again... so I also know you wouldn't neglect us.

Huey: We love you mom, we just want you to be happy

Dewey: And I want a baby brother.

Della: Oh sweeties.. thank you..also dewey? No.. no sweetie sweetie.. no.

Dewey: you'll come around

Launchpad: (Coming in) So... uh.. thoughts?

Della:... I uh.. "Luv" you too. And I'd be happy to go out with you.

Launchpad: (Tears up and scoops her out of the hug and into his own)

Webby: (Tearing up herself) MY heart.. it's filling up again.

Dewey: WE all are webs.. we all are....

[cl-babydew]

I Can’t Get Too Close

(They are 16 in this)

(This took me two months to write and I’m finally finished, YES!! So I wrote this fic for @debbigail-lover, as a surprise for secret Santa, but I’m soooo late! XD You deserved this, you were working so hard, and plus you had no one, other then others who also surprised ya!!! And you made me something, which you didn’t have to, but you did, thank you so much for that too lol!!! I hope you all like this!!! Warning, it seems long! XD This book is gonna be painful, but with a very cute ending!!! Oh and before we start, I’d like to thank @sophfandoms53 for helping me write this, she was there to help me right away, and calm me down when I was stressing over this fic!!! XD Bless you Soph, thank you so much, I love you both!!!! Also, I rewrote this fic twice! And I hope this came out good, cuz it doesn’t seem in character to me, but maybe that’s just me?! XD enjoy!!!) (WARNING: I suggest having a tissue box, or ice cream, or something to cling on...yea) (Click on ‘read more’ to have the whole fic)

“We need to talk.” Webby closed the door behind her, standing in front of Dewey. He hasn’t been himself lately, she noticed when she invited him to join her in search of an agent artifact, he told her that he didn’t feel in the mood. Whenever has he not been in the mood for an adventure?! At first she didn’t think anything of it....until he began avoiding her outside of adventure.

He stood up, rubbing his arm, “Look, Webby...” he paused, getting caught in her eyes, then blinking to come back from losing himself, “I just-...it’s hard to explain...please just leave me alone.” He turned around, he didn’t mean to sound rude, he just didn’t want to...he couldn’t....lose her.

“Please, talk to me!” She moved her fingers through her hair, frustration clearly showing. “Did I do something wrong? Just tell me, then I’ll leave!” She demanded.

He flinched, “You wouldn’t understand.” He pushed past her, walking out the room.

“Dew-“ He was gone. She slide in the chair by the desk, covering her face, “What went wrong?”

“Ahhh, we finally made it!” The Scottish adventurer breathed in, “Smells like adventure.”

Louie covered his nose, “Smells like old hot dogs to me.” He gagged, stepping over what he hopped was dirt.

“Where are we anyway?” The red triplet spoke up, looking up from his book.

“The Cosmos!”

“The what?” Louie was tuned out by the two squeals coming from one of his brothers and friend.

“The Cosmos!” Webby repeated, with stars in her eyes.

Dewey came to a stop, his eyes starry as well, but lessening, “W-what’s that?” He looked to Scrooge.

“Why, it’s the best place tu go when stargazing.” He paused, pulling out his map, “But it’s also secretly known fer buried treasure behind breathtaking waterfalls. And we are here tu see if that myth is true tu its tale.”

Louie’s eyes sparkled, looking up from his phone, “Did you say, treasure? What are we waiting for?! Let’s go!” He zoomed off with the speed no one realized he had.

Scrooge called after him, “Be careful lad, yeu don’t know where yer going, yeu could hurt yerself!” He picked up his map, chasing after the hooded, clueless, duckling. Huey following close behind.

“Stargazing!” Dewey singed.

“Waterfalls!” The girl chimed.

They grinned, high-fiving, then scurried after the others.

“Dewey!”

Her cries kept ringing in his head, not allowing him to sleep in peace for at least one night.

“Help!”

He squeezed his eyes, turning to his side, facing the wall, “Please...” He whispered in the base of night.

“DEWEY!”

He sat up, he couldn’t handle much more of this. He got up, grabbing his blue coat, creeping out the room, hoping to not wake his brothers.

“Isn’t it beautiful.” Scrooge whistled, gazing at the waterfall, the sun illuminating a rainbow.

“Are we going to be checking every waterfall?” Huey squinted up, feeling drops of cool mist hit his feathers, it felt nice in this heat.

“Of course not! There’s only one waterfall that was said tu be marked with treasure.” He held out his cane, holding back the blue triplet, who he saw out of the side of his peripheral vision. “Jumping in the water isn’t very safe or smart, especially not in this water.”

Dewey’s shoulders slumped, Webby put a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Sorry Dewey, but Uncle Scrooge’s right.” She smiled brightly, which slowly earned a tiny smile from Dewey, causing familiar butterflies to form in the pit of his stomach. He just ignored the feeling like he always did.

“Fine.” He groaned.

“Are you guys coming, or what?!”

Scrooge scolded, “Louie! What did I say!” He began stomping over to Louie who was a good bit a head.

Knock, knock!

“Dewey?” The sailors eyes widened, looking through his opened door, “It’s the middle of the night, what’s wrong?” He rubbed his eyes.

“Sorry for waking you.” Dewey walked in, sitting at the table booth.

Donald smiled, yawing, shutting the door behind him, “I’m fine.” He turned to Dewey, frowning, “But, what’s bothering you?”

He didn’t answer. His stomach twisted into knots, the feeling of holding himself back. Emotions whirling inside him, screaming to burst out any moment.

“Bad dream?” Donald assumed.

Dewey cracked a tiny smile, “I wish, but no.”

“Oh...did...did something happen that I don’t know about?”

Dewey’s face scrunched up, shrugging, “I guess you could say that.”

“Does...does it have to do with your mom?” Donald crossed his fingers under the table, hoping this wasn’t the case.

He shook his head, fiddling with his fingers, “Not this time.��� Though his mom was another issue, it wasn’t the main problem of his actions lately.

Donald looked around the room, his eyes stopping upon a picture. He got up, Dewey’s eyes followed, “A girl perhaps?...” He trailed off, he turned back to Dewey, his face revealing most of the truth. He walked back to the table, sitting down, revealing the picture, “Someone like...this girl.”

Dewey turned away from the photo, his cheeks were slightly hinted red.

Donald smirked, “Bingo”

He rested his chin in the palm of his hand, his eyes more alert now, “Is that all?”

Dewey turned his head slightly, “You pretty much got it...”

Donald’s smile melted into a sad one, “Did something happen between you two?”

“Not in the way I’d-you’d think.” He rubbed his face.

Donald frowned, “Continue, please.” He relaxed his shoulders, watching as Dewey breathed in, looking out the illuminated moon light window.

“Well...”

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” Huey backed away from one of the waterfall’s edges, shivering from the steep drop.

“Of course not!” Scrooge called back, gripping his cane to steady himself.

“What?! That’s it! We’re lost! I didn’t even get to live to see the day where I earned all my badges!” Huey’s eye twitched just a bit, anxiety coloring his face.

“We aren’t lost!” Scrooge sighed, “It’s called instinct, lad. I let me instinct guide me, it’s how I became such a good adventurer.” Scrooge grinned, keeping a close eye on Louie.

“Instinct?! Yea, we’re going to die!” Huey muttered, stepping over rocks, clutching his beloved book to his chest.

“Think positive!” Scrooge chimed, stretching his arms out to the world, still gripping onto his cane.

“I’m positive we’re going to die!”

Scrooge muttered something under his breath, something about needing a vacation.

He looked over his shoulder, spotting Dewey and Webby lagging behind, “Try tu keep up yeu two! I don’t want tu be scolded by yer Uncle and Grandmother fer not keeping track of yeu two.” He called over his shoulder.

They turned from the mesmerizing waterfall, as if they were in a trance.

“Coming!” They harmonized, speeding up a bit.

Scrooge held his hand out, and tugged at Louie’s hoodie. The others almost collided into each other.

They watched with raised eyebrows, as their great Uncle gazed across the view, licking his finger, then pointing it up in the air.

“This is it.” He squinted up at the double waterfall, avoiding the rapid stream connecting into another.

“Really? Are you sure?” Huey spoke unsteadily over the cheers.

“Surer then I’ll ever be.” Scrooge chuckled, pointing his cane up.

Huey blinked, soaking in their surroundings. It was a pretty view, and even though he hated to admit it, he needed to put a little more trust in his great Uncle...for now at least.

“I can already smell the treasure!” Louie chuckled, rubbing his hands together, smirking bigger then ever.

Scrooge smiled fondly, breathing in, he’s glad he has someone to share money senses with, “Atta lad!” He patted Louie’s shoulder, “Now let’s go, but be carful as we do so.”

Louie nodded, following as Scrooge led.

Dewey pulled Webby back, tugging her arm, she frowned, “What?”

Dewey shouted over to Scrooge, “We’ll catch up!”

His faint voice vibrated over to them, “Be carful! I don’t want tu be caught dead by yer Uncle an Grandmother if something were tu happen tu ya both. Webby, keep a close eye on the lad, will ya?” Even tho he couldn’t see, Webby nodded. Webby had his most trust out of the others.

Dewey rolled his eyes, his hands still wrapped around Webby’s arm.

Webby turned to him, glancing at her arm which was still gently in his grip, “Why are we catching up later?”

Dewey shrugged, “Let them find their treasure, while their digging for gold, we’ll be going on our own adventure! Are you up for it?”

“Of course!!!” She grinned widely, to which he returned.

She looked around, letting her arm slip from his grasp, “We just have to stay close so we won’t get lost, so, where to first?” She looked back to him, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

Dewey hummed, “I haven’t figured it out yet, but let’s see where the wind takes us!” She nodded in reply.

“Let me get this straight, Scrooge Let you two, wander off?! ALONE?!” Donald eyed an uncomfortable Dewey.

“Yessss?” Dewey sqeaked, tensing up.

Donald breathed, closing his eyes.

Dewey look around, the air becoming thick, “...U-Uncle Donald?”

After a few moments of deep breathing, he shifted to Dewey, “Please continue, I’ll let Scrooge have his last few moments of breathing before I kill him.” he rubbed at his forehead.

Dewey shuffled in his seat, chuckling awkwardly, “You’re joking right?”

Donald gave him a look, causing Dewey to shiver, turning back to the story at hand.

“So me and Webby went off...”So me and Webby went off...”

The two ducklings were running around, feeling the breeze against their feathers. Butterflies flew around them, one landing on Webby’s beak, trying to hold back laughter so she wouldn’t scare it off. She whispered to catch Dewey’s attention.

“Dewey! Look!” He snapped around at her call.

He chuckled, stepping a bit closer to inspect the butterfly, only to be really caught by her eyes. Webby’s eyes traveled to Dewey’s, her breath getting caught in her throat. None of them noticed the butterfly leaving, they were too lost within each other to notice the things around them.

Her eyes were such a sparkly color, he couldn’t look away. It struck curiosity within him, it made him want to move closer, to go swim deeper in her eyes. He wanted to know more, he needed to know more. He just had to. 

For her, it was basically a roller coaster of emotions. These emotions confused her to no end, why is this happening? Why does this...this feeling cause her cheeks to feel warm, was it getting hotter? It had to be the heat...right? His eyes...they were too much, but not enough at the same time. She wanted to reach out and touch them, they seemed like stars that she wanted to catch and explore.

Sadly though, a rumbling quake snapped the both of them out of their trances. They held onto each other’s arms, trying to steady each other.

Webby looked behind her, she was really close to the edge, and below were rocks and a huge drop with water rushing around vigorously. If she fell...she was for sure doomed. This thought caused her to grip onto Dewey tighter, her nails deepening, which he ignored, more worried about their surroundings.

Dewey tried to walk back slowly, but because of how much the ground was shaking, it was too much of a risk. Which normally he’d take, but he didn’t wanna risk losing his best friend. It wasn’t worth it. But if he didn’t move-

The ground behind Webby started to crumble under, inching away, closing in to swallow her.

This had to happen of all days, and adventures! He cursed under his breath, his his tightening around her arms as well.

He caught a glimpse of Webby’s fear, her eyes, looking through his as if it would apply her an answer.

“W-why is this happening?!” Webby screeched over the sound of the world crumbling around them.

Her foot slipped off the edge, quickly planting it back, “Dewey, we have to move!” She screamed as another foot slipped, she inched closer too Dewey, he wrapped his arms around her.

“If we move then it’ll make this situation worse!” Dewey shouted. He was scared, for him and her, what are they going to do?! How could he save her?!

“Dewey!” Webby screamed once more, she slipped out of his arms, and down to his hands. “Help!” She cried, tears falling like the waterfall near them.

His heart raced, he gripped her hands, but as he tried to pull her with the strength he had, another rumble shook the ground, causing his best friend to slip through his fingers.

“DEWEY!”

...All he could do was watch as she pummeled to the rocks, and rough waters in slow motion. He failed! He-he couldn’t protect her. He was useless...he felt vulnerable. Why can’t he look away! Why isn’t he jumping after her?! Why was his body frozen and forcing him to watch this happen to his best friend! To the one he loved! He loved her! He needed her! He needed her eyes in his life! “Jump!” He tried to scream to his body, but nothing. He deserved this, he deserved to live with this, showing his failure. This’ll play over and over as a way to punish him for failing. He deserved all of this...she deserved none of it.

He saw her hit a huge rock. Everything went numb, he heard faint shouts from behind him, he felt his cheeks burn and tingle and soak with tears, He felt his clothes becoming soaked from ether sweat or rain. He didn’t move, his eyes rested upon Webby’s lifeless looking body on a rock down below. His body was paralyzed. He couldn’t move.  His beak apart.

Beep.....beep....beep...

He snapped back into reality, it seemed he was in a hospital. He saw a body lay in the bed in front of him. He got up, hand resting on the rail, the blue clad swallowed hard, memory hitting him like a tilde wave.

Before he knew it, he was in tears, hunching over, hiccuping, catching his sleeping brothers attention. He could faintly hear his great Uncle and Beakley arguing outside the room.

His brothers came to his side, wrapping their arms around him, as he shook them off, “Don’t touch me!” His voice raised a bit, quivering as his tears continued to fall. His brothers flinched back, eyes red.

“Dewey-”

“I failed, Huey! I was supposed to protect her! This is all my fault! She’s...” He trailed off, seeing the needles in her hands, and the braces around her arm and neck. He broke once more, “It’s my fault! I...she might be gone because of me!” He sobbed, sinking into the chair behind them, covering his face.

“It should of been me...” he mourned silently.

“...All of it was my fault. And I made a vow that I’d try to stay far away as possible from her, because I didn’t want to hurt her, I caused so much damage already. And I realized that everything terrible that happened, the issue about mom, Webby, the family splitting, mom ending up on the moon-everything! Was my fault. So I distant myself from Webby and adventures as much as I could...I know Webby isn’t happy about me ignoring her...but it’s for the best.” Dewey sighed, feeling guilty, drawing loops on the table with his finger. 

Donald blinked, processing everything. He was shocked to say the least. His nephew, the one he was supposed to project, care for, remind that he was something special, him and his brother, was in so much pain,“Wow...”

Dewey rested his eyes, the image of her lifeless body in the hospital bed, haunting him.

“Yea...” he whispered.

Donald looked over to him, frowning, “Dewey...”

He hummed, signaling that he was listening, or at least half listening.

Donald’s eyes were shooting everywhere around the room, his mouth trying to form words. His nephew has been through so much, he really thought everything was was because of him?! Oh how he took after the Uncle. “Heh, ‘Father like son’, more like ‘Uncle like nephew.” he chuckled sadly at the thought.

Clearing his throat, Donald positioned himself to face Dewey better, “You remind me of...well, me! When I was younger anyway...”

Dewey’s eyes fluttered open, sitting up enough to look up at his Unlce, “Really?”

He nodded, “Really.” He smiled sadly.

The sailor rubbed his hand through Dewey’s hair, messing it up a bit. Dewey fixed it out of habit, with a slight annoyed look.

“How?” Dewey mumbled, glancing at his reflection across the room through one of the mirrors hung against the walls. He winced at the sight of the bags under his eye, he really needed sleep.

“Well, I used to blame everything on others like your great Uncle Scrooge for instants, but I knew deep down that most things were my fault...” Donald trailed off, smiling fondly at Dewey’s yawn.

“Did you ever distance yourself from anyone?” 

Donald didn’t wait a beat to answer that question, “Your mom, but of course she wouldn’t let me get away that easily. Especially when Daisy would confront her about everything I told her.” He laughed, “Those two were like two peas in a pod, they told each other everything. Though, your mother was a bit annoyed that I was confronting Daisy and not her about it...” 

They stood silent, staring into the night sky of the window. A sound of one of Donald’s generators kicking on.

Dewey muffled into the table, rubbing his arm with his thumb, “What do I do, Uncle Donald?”

His Uncle turned to him, “For starters, let’s get something clear” holding up a finger,  “not everything is your fault. None of that was your fault, Dewey...you can’t control what happens...it just happens, weather if you want it to, or not. Something that took, even myself, a while to understand.”

Dewey looked down at the table, arms still around his head, thinking back to when he went see his mom in the past, but learning that he couldn’t save her. It hurt to know the truth.

“But...” Donald sighed, looking down at Dewey, smiling softly.

The blue triplet slightly looked up at him, peeking from behind his arms, “But?”

“You may not be able to change what happened in the past, but you can change the future by making the present right.”

“Uncle Donald?” 

“Tomorrow, talk to Webby, tell her how you feel. Spill your heart out to her...because you may not get another chance if something were to happen.”

Dewey’s beak was slightly apart, his heart beating against his chest. He watched his Uncle, who’s eyes were now looking out the window.

Donald looked back at Dewey, “I promise you, she’ll understand...more than you think.” He smiled yawning.

It went quiet, the blue Duckling was trying to process his Uncle's words. Confess?! Spill his heart out to her?? Tell her  how he feels?! But...how could he....?

Donald rested his hand on Dewey’s shoulder, “Trust me.”

Dewey swallowed, nodding once, and smiling a bit, “Thank you, Uncle Donald.”

The sailor pulled his nephew into a hug, rubbing his back, “Anytime, Dewey...anytime...”

He led Dewey to the door, “Now off to bed with you. You have some day tomorrow.”

The blue clad’s face was flushed, “Yeah.” He chuckled nervously, butterflies already swarming within him, “Goodnight Uncle Donald.”

“Goodnight Dewey.” Donald smiled, waving the sleepy Duckling off, watching as he got in the house safely. Donald’s shoulders relaxed, not noticing that they were tense earlier. He closed the door behind him, whispering, “Good luck.”

The next morning Dewey stopped in front of his best friends room. His hands shaking, he rubbed his sweaty palms on his shirt.

“Ok Dewey, you can dew this...” he muttered under his breath.

The house was too quiet to what he’s used to, he could hear himself think, which wasn’t a good thing in this moment.

Closing his eyes, and breathing in, he balled his fist and tapped the door once barley audible.

“Whelp, looks like no ones home!” He turned on his heels, only to run into his older brother, glaring down at him.

“Hey Huey...what-what’s up?” He chuckled nervously.

Huey raised an eyebrow, smirking, “Uncle Donald wanted me to make sure you didn’t chicken out.”

Dewey laughed, “Pffff, me? The Dewey Duck, chickening out?! Yeah right!” He puffed out his chest, grinning. “Thanks Uncle Donald.” 

Huey wasn’t convinced, “Fine then, Dewey, how about you actually knock this time.” He smirked, hearing his brother growl something under his breath.

Dewey turned around, stomach twisting into knots. “Here I go...” his hand inched closer to the frame, “I’m going to knock...” heart pounding, he was afraid Webby might be able to hear before he could even knock, his hand flew to his side, spinning around, “I can’t do it!” He groaned.

Huey chuckled, ‘I knew it.” He shook his head.

“I’m sorry, it’s not like this is easy! It’s harder then it looks.” Dewey sassed.

Huey rolled his eyes, smiling, “Oh you got it bad for her, don’t you.”

Dewey folded his arms, biting his bottom beak, a faint blush spread to the side of his cheeks.

The eldest sighed, resting a hand on Dewey’s shoulder, catching his attention, “I suggest you do it now, or Louie will for you.” Huey warned.

Dewey’s eyes widened, “NO!” He covered his beak, looking over his shoulder to the door, then turning back to Huey in a whisper, “No! He can’t! He’ll make this worse, he might even blackmail me if he found out about my feelings for Webby!”

“Who says he doesn’t know?” Huey smirked.

Covering his face, Dewey groaned, “Am I that obvious?”

“Yep.” A familiar voice popped up from behind them, causing Dewey to jump.

“How did you-”

“A magician never reveals his secrets-”

“I texted him.” Huey blinked, frowning.

Louie mumbled, “Sure, take the fun out of it.” He shoved his hand into his pockets.

Huey rolled his eyes.”You betrayed me!” Dewey held a hand on his chest dramatically.

“Oh grow up!” Huey snapped, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t tell me to grow up! You’re still a Jonior Woodchuck. 16, and you still can’t get into the Senior Woodchucks!” Dewey whisper shouted.

Huey gasped, gritting his teeth, “You. Take. That. Back!”

“Then you take what you said back!”

Louie looked between his brothers, clutching his phone, “You guys are acting like children.”

“No one asked you Louie!” They spat.

“Oh you just poked a bear!” He pounced on his blue brother, Huey being dragged down by Dewey.

Humming to herself, the duckling with a pink bow wrapped a string around a photo, pin pointing certain pictures of the McDuck, and Duck family.

Thud!

“Ow! You’re gonna pay for that!”

She overheard, what she assumed to be Louie, quack.

Some days she was fine with hanging out with the boys, going on adventures with them, and even learning new things about them...

She grasped the handle, opening the door.

...Other days, well...

“Guys?” She spoke over the shouting, seeing them freeze. Dewey was holding Louie’s arm behind his back while he was trying to look up at her, one eye and cheek squished on the ground. Huey on the other hand, was in the middle of pulling the blue siblings hair, messing up his perfect zoosh, as he called it. “What is going on?”

The boys hummed in course, trying to think of an excuse, scattering off of the ground and untangling from each other. They glared, before allowing their full attention on her.

“Well...” she gripped the handle, tensing at the sound of her voice, 16, and she was already starting to sound like her granny.

Louie pushed Dewey in front of them, changing the subject, “Dewey needed to talk to you!”

“Very mature, Louie.” Dewey muttered.

She squinted at the other two, them caught Dewey glaring at them. He glanced back at her, to which her eyes softened. He shuffled awkwardly under her gaze.

Webby sighed, stepping to the side, “Oh...um...” she trailed off, shuffling uncomfortably.

He hesitated, catching her smile that seemed fake, even for her. He began to slowly walk in.

Once he had his back to her, she leaned out the door to whisper to the others, “And don’t even think about east dropping!”

They gave her an innocent look, she continued to eye them as she slowly closed the door behind her.

After a bit of silence and staring at the frame of the door, Huey glanced over to Louie’s direction, “So...we are totally spying, right?”

Louie grinned, “You know it!”

They crept up to the door, listening in.

Closing the door behind her, Webby stayed facing the frame, her head swarmed like a hive of bees.

“I see you’re adding more to the bored.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the thick air. He leaned near a picture of him and his brothers when they first met her, “Heh, it’s crazy to think that was 3 or 4 years ago, it feels like it was just yesterday.” The glimmer in his eyes faded as he frowned, peeling his eyes from the photo, he turned his head to face her. She was still facing the door, her body frozen like a statue.

He stepped a bit away from the board, “So about last night, I-”

“Do you have a problem with me?” Her voice was just a soft whisper.

He questioned, “What?”

“Did I do something wrong?” She twisted around, he could tell she was holding back. He hated seeing her like this.

“Webby-...you...no...” dang it! “Words, this is not the time to stop working!” He scanned the room like it would give him something to say, anything at all! His face was scrunched up.

“Then why are you like...this?!” She motioned to him, frustration coloring her face. “You haven’t been yourself lately, and you’ve been avoiding me!” A tear slipped down her rosy cheek. She made no motion to wipe it away.

His heart pounded against his chest, fighting back his own tears, he avoided her eyes, “I...I just wanted to protect you...”

“Protect me?! From what?!” Her arms flew around

He didn’t answer, holding his arms, looking at his webbed feet. How could he explain to her that it was him, he was protecting her from. It was him, that messed up so many times, that it was his fault she got hurt and could’ve- that it was him who caused everything bad to happen, that he was the issue, that...that...THAT...he loves her...it was all him...

“I know you, Dewey, and this isn’t you!” She snapped, looking him up and down.

His head jerked up, she was looking at him like she didn’t know him...didn’t recognize him...he was still him...right?? He was still Dewey Duck! The bravest adventurer around, after Scrooge of course...he was still...Dewey...

“Why are you acting like this?!” She whispered.

Something in him suddenly broke, “Because it’s me! This is the real me, weather you like it or not! That’s fine, because I don’t even like the real me! But this is me. I’m sick of hiding behind a mask! I’m sorry if you don’t like what’s behind the mask. If you don’t, why don’t you just try and erase me from your memory.” His heart stopped, and from the looks of her gaping beak, hers did too. Oh gosh, why did he just say that?! Why did he have to snap at her!? Why did he say THAT?! Why was he even here?!

He saw her beak tremble a bit, tears forming in her eyes, “Webby...I...I didn’t mean-”

“What about me?” She shouted, her tears were falling like waterfalls, but yet, she still looked beautiful, “What? You think you’re the only one suffering? Dewey, you are the only person I can ever be this vulnerable with! How can I trust you...if I don’t even know who you are anymore?! How...how can you trust me?! Can we even trust ourselves?!”

“Webby-”

“You are not my Dewey!” She spit out, her voice cracking. Her hands turned into fist, knuckles turning white. 

They stood in silence, all he could do was watch as the one he loved fell to her knees, her hair a mess, sticking to her stained cheeks. He did that to her...

He came to her side, slowly falling down to his knees near her. He gently put a hand on her shoulder, a bit hesitant at first.

“I’m...I’m so sorry...this is exactly why I distanced  myself...and all you wanted to do was talk...” his voice cracked, but he didn’t care, all he cared about right now was the girl hunched over her knees, sobbing.

She moved her hands from her eyes, looking to him, “I’m just worried about you...I don’t want to lose another-” she hiccuped, he pulled her into a hug. “I can’t just forget you...and I don’t want to forget you.”

“You may not be able to change what happened in the past, but you can change the future by making the present right...” his Uncle's voice rung through his head.

“Shhh...” he smoothed her hair.

“Dewey...” Webby sniffled, pushing back to look at him, “This is hard for me too...you’re not the only one hiding behind a mask...It’s so hard to be yourself when you are afraid others will judge you, and-and you feel the real you isn’t enough...”

He sucked in a breath, “Webby...”

She looked him in the eyes, both of them could see how broken they were, they were complete messes.

How could she not love who she was?! She was Webby Vanderquack! She was beautiful, talent, shined brighter then the stars!!! He loved everything about her! But apparently...she didn’t?

The girl in his arms took in a shaky breath, eyes slipping from his. He didn’t want her to stop looking at him...

“Webby...you are incredible! You’re a granddaughter of a secret agent! You’re so cool! You light everyone’s world up! How could we not love you?! Yes you may have flaws...everyone does...” he rubbed the back of his beck sheepishly, “You light up my world Webby...you’re my best friend! You’re super talented! No one can do what you do! There’s only one you, and I’m glad I met you. I’m glad I have you in my life, we all are, we love you, for who you are! You’re spunky, courageous, brave, goofy, smart, a warrior with a big heart, dare I say...beautiful...we love you so much. You’re just so remarkable, I don’t know what any of us would do without you. And...even though we aren’t enough for others...we are enough for each other.” He pulled her into another hug, hearing her gasp into sobs once more, she clanged onto his shirt, burying her head into his neck.

He didn’t mind her messing up his shirt, she needed this, and so did he. They gripped onto each other for a while.

Once her hiccups settled, he let her climb up to her bed, sitting on it, while he sat on the side of her.

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to...you can go...” she rubbed her eyes, they were puffy and red.

He wrapped his arm around her, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder, “I’d rather be here. Plus, I owe you the truth after these past few months.”

He let his arm fall, putting his hands on his knees, shifting a bit on her bed, slightly facing her. He breathed in, then out, eyes closing and reopening,  “The truth is, I was protecting you from myself...” he glanced up at her, then back to his hands.

“Why?” Webby sniffed, still recovering from earlier, she played with a strand of her hair. Something she did to calm herself, or when she was nervous.

“I didn’t want to hurt you anymore then I already did...I already caused so much, and seeing you in that hospital bed...I realized so much, Webby. So I had to...I promised myself that I would protect you from...well...me.” He laid back on the bed, covering his eyes, he cried so much, he didn’t think he had any tears left in him to shed.

His hands uncovered, realizing Webby was studying him, her smile was soft, and her eyes were glossy, “Dewey, it wasn’t your fault...yes you may cause some problems-”

“Hey!” He nudged her shoulder, earning a giggle that escaped her beak.

Webby continued, “As I was saying...not everything is because of you...and you don’t have to protect me, I can protect myself. Especially against you.” A smiled played on her beak. “But it’s sweet of you to want to protect  me...but I’m okay now, and I’m here. Oh and plus, I got this cool scar!” She showed him her arm, which had a medium sized scar across it. He chuckled, resting his head on top of his arms.

“...because you may not get another chance if something were to happen.”

His cheeks warmed up a bit, he watched as she collapsed near him, sighing.

“We are such messes.” Dewey chuckled.

“No one’s perfect.” His head turned to her, she turned to him, their eyes locked, her hair sprawled around her. He gave her a soft smile.

They fell into each other’s eyes...the world disappearing round them...they missed this. Her eyes twinkled, stars shinning within her eyes, breathtaking. He noticed her pink hinted cheeks, the way her bow complimented her features. His hand reached up to move a tiny lock of hair from her face that wasn’t resting on the bed, too caught up in the moment to comprehend what he was doing. Her hand followed up to his, gently grabbing onto his. His thumb rubbed over the back of her hand.

They ignored the fast beats of their hearts, the butterflies fluttering in their stomachs, the only thing on their minds were each other. Dewey hadn’t realized how close they were until his eyes snapped to her beak, then back at her eyes. He could feel her breath on his face, and he bet she could feel his. He’d count all the times she’d blink. She bit her beak, causing him to want an kiss her.

They slowly came closer to each other, Dewey’s hand rested on her cheek, while her hand rested on top of his. Their beaks were inches apart, eyes slightly open.

Before they knew it, their beaks were connected. The kiss is soft and gentle, but sends a wave of fireworks through them both. Once Dewey pulls away, Webby felt lightheaded.

“What was that for?” She felt her warm cheeks, her voice was out of breath.

He breathed, “Because...I love you, Webs...” he heard a light gasp, “I have for a while now-”

She cut him off, her beak back on his, surprising him. they broke apart, catching their breaths.

“I’m crazy about you!” He confessed, chuckling.

She giggled, “I love you too, Dewey!”

He kissed her nose, wanting to hear her giggle. Her laughs were his weakness. He always melted when he heard her giggle.”Webby...”

She sat up, looking down at him. He sat up, grabbing her hands, “Dewey?”

He smiled sweetly at her nervous expression, “Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.”

She pecked his cheek, smiling, “I would’t mind falling for you over and over.”

Once they opened the door to Webby’s room, they were ready for what was to come.

“Ow!” Dewey’s brothers fell in the floor, looking up at the couple.

“Hehehehe...hi.” Huey chuckled nervously, getting him and Louie off the ground.

Dewey rolled his eyes, grinning, “Just wait when it’s your turns.”

Louie smirked, “Un til then, when’s the wedding? He teased.

Webby and Dewey looked at each other, pushing past the other two.

the green clad shrugged, “Guess you owe me 10 bucks”

Huey grumbled, handing Louie what he owed.

Dewey and Webby ran past Donald, hand in hand, to which he smiled, his nephew was finally happy again.

“That’s my boy.” Donald smiled, “I wonder what Daisy’s been up to?”

THE END YASSSSS FINALLY FINISHED IT GUYS, WHOO-HOOOO!!! 

So I hope you all loved it, even tho it’s iffy! This took me so long to do!

Tagging: @ifs15, @lemonduck2, @ducktales-fangirl, @spiritarcticclawsw, @creativeshippersworldsblog, @webby-dings-reblogs, @raheyyy, @artproductionsofficial, @dannymg777, @crimsoncobaltblue, @haystarlight

[toddykun]

Complete Set of 110 Reasons To Live Special Edition With Extra But Not Enough Gay RightsTM And Extra LongTM Too Because The Three Caballeros Deserve It:

THAT MUSIC AT THE START!

Donald’s ‘Party Fowl’ waist bag

Webby’s excited rambling!

All the lady birds in that town were ridiculously pretty?? (makes sense since the giant carnivorous flower wanted to lure people to eat them so A+)

Dewey documenting his adventures with the help of his lil bro. BondingTM

“OH BOY! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE MY PALS!”

Huey, my boy, asking the real questions

“Please, not everything has to be a dark family secret!” *Donald proceeds to say he has a dark family secret* Huey: :D Louie: >:(

DONALD’S FOND SMILE WHEN HE WAS THINKING ABOUT JOSÉ AND PANCHITO BEFORE TELLING THE BOYS HE WAS IN THE THREE CABALLEROS!!!!

‘Kids Confused At Adult Reminiscing About Their Cool Past That They Know Nothing About’ trope

DONALD’S ‘FUCKING EXCUSE ME?’ FACE WHEN SCROOGE STARTED BADMOUTHING THE THREE CABALLEROS!

college band!

They played in Scrooge’s garage, fucking with Scrooge’s sleep, something with what I agree wholeheartedly since he fucks with other ppl’s sleep with his bagpipes lmao can he get more scottish? probably

Donald canonically plays the double bass and the accordion!!! (he also plays the guitar, the piano, the flute, etc, in comics and other animated media. Musical GeniusTM)

Huey and Louie’faces when they discover their uncle plays the accordion lmao

“I was so awesome...” with such a nostalgic feeling, baby, you still are! appreciate yourself, we love you!

Donald applying sunscreen on himself? Pure.

“Agh! You’re fine as is! A family man, a boat owner!”

JOSÉ JUMPING OUT OF A PLANE AND PLAYING HIS UMBRELLA!!!

HIS!!!!UMBRELLA!!!!HIS!!!!MAGIC!!!!!HIS SMOOTH ENTRANCE!!!!

*mysterious guitar starts playing*

PANCHITO APPEARING FROM THE SHADOWS AND MAKING A DRAMATIC, ROMANTIC AND TELENOVELESQUE ENTRANCE?? HOW MUCH TIME HE NEEDED TO WAIT THERE TO DO THAT?? ADORKABLE

That little blink in Panchito’s eye lmao Anime Rival ComingTM

those little gay fireworks when josé and panchito got together!

those little ‘ajá!’s from both of them!

DONALD’S FACE AGAIN!!! HE’S SO HAPPY!!!!

“DONAL’!!!!!!!!!!”

José and Donald’s weird hopping hug? lovely

Panchito clapping while they’re at it lmao

José tossing Donald to Panchito

Three Way Handshake!

“SQUAWK, CROW, QUACK! I’VE GOT YOUR BACK!” 

that little tail shake the caballeros do in their secret handshake

“SECRET HANDSHAKE! COOL!” *louie proceeds to lick his big bro’s hand whe he tries to do the handshake like the lil bro he is*

panchito’s super excited handshakes that leave people jumping

“JAJÁ, ¡SALUDOS, AMIGOS!” 

“OS PATINHOS!”

José and Panchito seeing the triplets as eggs

HAPPY DONALD DUCK

Donald juggled the eggs...

that creepy but nice guacamaya in the background

..DONALD JUGGLED THE EGGS AND HE DROPPED ONE!!! 

And that’s how Donald went from Cool UncleTM to Overprotective Best DadTM lmao

big bro and lil bro agreement that middle bro was the one dropped lmao

José’s smooth moves while he’s talking wiTH HIS UMBRELLA

Panchito throwing his phone and doing a hip move to put it again in the holster

“YOUR UNCLE WAS THE COOL ONE!!!!”

Donald’s blushing and his nervous smile

José and Panchito expecting that the Cool OneTM of the three caballeros is the Most Successful and ImpressiveTM of the three, like that’s how it's supposed to be lmao These BiconsTM

PANCHITO’S FACE AT THAT MOMENT!

Huey being actually helpful with Donald’s anxiety attack

Scrooge saying one of his I’m Genuinely Trying To Be Helpful In My Own Unique Way That Ends Hurting More Than HelpingTM and Donald like ‘nah, cant deal with your bullshit rn’ face

“Uncle Donald, you’re very successful! You raise three boys and are rich in love! Isn’t that the true measure of success?” U TELL THEM, HUEY

“Lie? Perfect!” nod to one of donald’s flaws that we have actually seen in other media, he can be really mischievous and conniving when he wants to, be it for a good reason or not.

Yet again, we have confirmation that ‘the smarter than the smarties’ is actually incredibly easy to manipulate with his ego and cheapness by the Duck Family but also THIS IS ACTUALLY A GOOD NOD ABOUT THE GLOMGOLD’S BET SINCE THIS TIME SCROOGE HAS AN ACTUAL REASON TO NOT LOSE ANY MONEY

Huey hugging Donald and Donald’s little thumb up? blessed

José and Panchito laughing with each other? bLeSsEd

THE WHOLE ‘SCROOGE IS OLD’ SCENE

Team UncleTM everyone, these idiots are two of the smartest ducks in the world, yes, even if u don’t believe it

José’s admiration for Donald! hello? beautiful

Webby and Huey and Portuguese? BLESSED

JOSÉ SAYING “OH, YOU HAVE TO TRY IT” VERY SOFTLY AND SMOOTH WHILE TOUCHING DONALD’S HAND

THESE TWO EXPECT SO MUCH FROM DONALD BECAUSE HE WAS THE BEST OF THE THREE IN THEIR EYES. I. AM. DYING.

DONALD REALLY WANTS TO MEET HIS EXPECTATIONS AND IMPRESS THEM

PASTELES!

*battle of whistling inconspicuously appears* “OK, WE CAN’T ALL DO THIS!”

PANCHITO AND JOSÉ ACTUALLY BLOWING THEIR COVER TO THE AUDIENCE WITH ALL THE WHISTLING LMAO

*hand battle with Team Uncle appears* “EXCUSE ME”

*donald hits huey by accident while trying to get the wallet* *Huey helps him anyways and even bites Scrooge* Well, now I know who is his favorite uncle

WEBBY EXCITED!

THE THREE CABALLEROS’S THEME PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND WHILE THEY REMINISCED THEIR BAND DAYS

EVERY TIME THEY REENACTED PART OF THE SONG’S CHOREOGRAPHY FROM THE MOVIE

THEY!!!!!MADE!!!MUSIC!!!AND!!!DANCED!!!!OUT!!!OF!!!NOWHERE!!!AND!!!STARTED!!!TO!!!BE!!!THEIR!!!OLDSELVES!!!!!AGAIN!!!!

PANCHITO CAN PLAY JOSÉ’S UMBRELLA (AND DONALD CAN TOO PROBABLY)

Panchito’s face when realized he hit Donald by accident and knowing he was going to get mad, only for José to happy him up with some dance. cuties

HIS HAT HAS BEEN AN ACCORDION ALL THIS TIME!?

“Look at how happy Uncle Donald is! You can‘t put a price on that smile!” This boy loves his uncle so much!!!

“It’s only for the weekend...” “YOU’RE GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER?”

THEY HAD A WAGON!!!!!??? (or i misheard?)

Panchito twirling his phones like he would do with his guns lmao

Panchito and José’s always moving around together

Team Uncle’s Actually Fighting (and we’re reminded of the bet yet again)

“HEY, WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA?”

Huey, The Voice Of ReasonTM

“NO WAY, I NEED THIS!” mischievous and egoistic Donald making a comeback, like hello old flaws, let’s see how you shine here.

The fact that they actually addressed that Donald’s bad luck sometimes really comes from his actual bad traits is freaking great.

*sings badly* “Perfect!”

The reminder that even if Donald is a little stubborn and egotistical at times, his kids come first and he will give up his dreams for them. Duty comes first for him, always.

Donald’s actually The Voice of ReasonTM and the bravest between the Three Caballeros, now we know why he is The Cool OneTM of the three

SCROOGE ACTUALLY FUCKING UP HIS BACK LIKE THE OLD MAN HE ACTUALLY IS

Donald tells the truth, not only because he has to protect his family and his friends for being eaten by a giant carnivorous plant lmao but because his friends thought he didn’t love or need them anymore because he was “rich” now. Love and Protection are his main traits and he knows his friends thinking he isn't as cool as they thought and putting down all their dreams will worth it if it means protecting them.

José and Panchito, who always look up to Donald more than anyone and know that he’s the one that actually got the guts to tell the truth, end telling the truth too because Donald shows his good traits again.

AGAIN, THESE THREE ONLY WANTED TO IMPRESS EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEY ARE ONES OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN EACH OTHER’S LIFE AND PATHS AND BEING A FUCKED UP ADULT WHEN YOU WERE SURE THE COOLEST PEOPLE OF YOUR LIFE WERE COMPLETELY SUCCESSFUL IS ACTUALLY SCARY AF AND YOU WANTED THEM TO BE PROUD OF YOU AS MUCH AS YOU ARE OF THEM

Donald is the only that didn’t run or looked scared when he saw the flower, he seemed only surprised AND THEN HE SAW RED WHEN HE SAW HIS KIDS IN DANGER LIKE HELLO? DAD DUCK TO THE RESCUE!!!

These three smiles before fighting like they did in acapulco!!!

THE THREE CABALLEROS’S THEME SONG!!!! WITH THEY FIGHTING LIKE THE BADASSES THEY ARE!!!

are we really sure they were only a college band??? because they fought like....u know......like they were something more. They Could Have Done A Lot Of Things While Being A Band Too HMMMM

Donald having a good ass aim with his double bass

NO ONE CAN SIMPLY CARRY A DOUBLE BASS CUZ THAT SHIT IS HEAVY AS FUCK AND LIFT IT AND THEN USE IT AS A MACE LIKE IT IS NOTHING, BUT DONALD DID!!!! THE STRONGEST BOY!!!!

JOSÉ USING HIS UMBRELLA LIKE A SWORD!!!

“WHO SAY SO?” “WE SAY SO!”

‘Fighting Actually Cured The Old Man’s Back’ trope

DONALD’S SOLO!!!

“WE SAY ‘AY CARAMBA’!”

THEY DID THAT IN ACAPULCO TOO!!!!??? LIKE HELLO? BADASSES

The Pig Tourists clapping at them because they deserved that and more honestly

THEY BROUGHT A BURRO WITH THEM!!!

SCROOGE DESTROYING PANCHITO’S GUITAR LMAO

That “I’m so sorry” with the Old Man’s voice

The episode dealt in a subtle way with the actual ever-present fear of being an adult and the expectations from others that we have to carry, society expects everyone to be on equal ground to be a successful and settled down adult that can handle their responsibilities alone and not be a failure in the system, the fear of not being free anymore or the fear of not having the right to fuck up anymore, and the sadness and anxiety that comes when you can’t meet those expectations or can’t be the adult that you wanted to be, like woah, these guys are in their mid-thirties, scared and with minimum-wage jobs, that can’t barely handle their real lives but they still found the way to be happy around them, they just needed to be honest to those they love the most and accept life with their ups and downs. Talking About Getting RealTM AND HELLO? They only needed each other to be reminded that they are just normal adults even if they’re not successful and completely responsible and they sometimes fuck up in this uncertain life and that’s okay? and that they can actually still be fun-loving guys even if they’re adults now, like hello? great I gotta be honest when I saw the ep i didn’t like it but when i cooled down my head and saw it a second time to analyze and as An Adult In The MakingTM, It hit me hard the real fear these ppl were facing during the comedy and the lying, they loved each other and they only needed to be honest to understand that love isn’t conditioned by how successful you are. A+ ep, would watch it again.

[the-elegant-espeon]

Ducktales 2017 presents: The 87 Cent Solution! Liveblog

-Manny!!!!!

-scrooge proving he's sick by not understanding Manny's Morse Code

-scrooge washing his armpits with gold

-Woo-oo!

-Xan Owlson I love u

-shes so badass

-i love that she's supporting Glomgold in the bet but trying to be fair about it

-ms. Owlson

-bin-vintory

-wait why were Glomgold and Owlson at the Money Bin? My best guess was they were going to meet about the bet?

-my best men! Cut to HDW

-and there's an actual reference to the theme song! (Still saying gyro's electrocution last episode was too)

-and of course DONAAAAALD I love u

-i think I literally only realized the lab was underwater was when gyro said it in the finale. I honestly thought he just had huge fishtanks down there

-LAUNCHPAAAAAAD

-Sorry I haven't seen him in a while I don't care if he doesn't have lines this episode, I've seen him

-wheres that picture of Kevin from the office when he wears Kleenex shoes to Pam and Jim's wedding? That's what this is.

-AAHH HIS CANE TURNS INTO AN AXE

-Gizmoduck gently holding the cane-axe

-umm engage midriff missiles?

-yay launchpad had lines!

-bonus for him being terrified he's gonna kill Dewey (because it reminded me how much lp loves Dewey) and GizmoDuck saving him

-bridge-mageddon

-aww GizmoDuck giving Scrooge a piggyback ride

-et tu headless man-horse

-also shoutout to the animators and artists that are drawing Scrooge's sideburns more and more pointy as he's getting crazier

-frank used the gif of the guy (I think it's from it's always sunny) going crazy at the pegboard. Frank was right.

-webby cares so much 😭

-GizmoDuck grabbing them all into one giant hug pile and Manny and Gyro looking at each other before jumping in

-and I get to hear Donald's voice too! This episode really is good

-also Don's definitely being overly dramatic for all of the ppl there. He's gonna run out "crying" and then just act like nothing happened

-engage bagpipes I can't

-he starts playing them sadly I love u GizmoDuck

-'Lil Bulb!

-hahahahhahaha the music playyyyyijg when Glomgold walks in

-also he kinda is dressed like Rockerduck? Idk probably thinking that bc of the last episode

-was this all a plot to get Glomgold?

-'Lil Bulb getting angry and Louie copying him

-xan you're too good for this world

-ok I'm pretty sure it is a plan with the way Huey's talking

-haha Scrooge with the gold over his eyes

-ok well Huey must've known something was up with the emphasis on certain words

-Ajsjdjsjajjdjfjfjfjdjjzjajz WHAT 12 months later?!

-yes. Immediately.

-damn. This is actually a pretty good scheme on glomgold's part.

-OK I WAS RIGHT! ALSO MANNY DUDE THAT WAS SO CREEPY

-MANNY SLAPPING GLOMGOLD!!!!

-whAT?! You're alive?! As a horse?!

-makes sense that that one random guy was Scrooge.

-DONALD BBY

-Awww

-what do you the next time your uncle goes mad with suspicion? Call Mrs. Beakley. Fake Scrooge's death

-shes gonna let Glomgold fall hehe

-scrooge licking Glomgold's eyeglasses

All in all a pretty hilarious episode! Probably a rewatch a gazillion times episode for me. See ya' tomorrow for The Golden Spear! Y'all ready to cry probably?

[peachhoneii]

Can you destroy my soul with 10 & 28 with Don, Della and scrooge, please? X3 I miss reading your writings aaah! ;u;

I don’t want to destroy your soul, my dear @itsdetectiveliz, but I won’t lie to you. I gave it a good shot. (And thank you so much! Ya’ make me blush.)

Metal fascinated Della. Alone it could not be touched, could not bend, but with the right tools and designs, metal held the power of transformation. She watched above, clutching the railings, as the truckers deposited the metal sheets for the rockets. Almost faint with excitement, she ran down the steps - ignoring the shouts of her name being called in the distance.

“We can’t keep this up forever.” Slowing down, she paused at the corner, curling her hands around the edge, “It’s a precarious endeavor.”

“Which is why Ah hired ye’ for the job, Ludwig.” He patted him lightly on the shoulder and stepped towards the half-finished project, “Ye ‘ere the only one for the job.”

The Spear of Selene was a behemoth. Far greater than the rocket that sent Neil Armstrong to the moon. Della sighed dreamily as she stepped into their presence, stars burned in her gaze.

“I cannot believe you’ve managed to get this far, Uncle Ludwig,” magnificent clouded her tone, sending her off onto a journey she had yet to begin.

“I think it is my best work yet.” He wrung an arm around her shoulders, pressing his cheek next to hers, “And my darlin’ niece will see the stars, but don’t go too far.”

“Sorry Uncle Ludwig, my sights are beyond the stars.” Moving ahead she observed the rocket’s foundation as men and women worked on the compartments. Impossible chanced along her lips, but impossibility was a peripheral concept neither she or Scrooge gave much thought to.

“What are you doing?”

Donald rolled in with a three passenger stroller. Thick circles clung under his eyes, but the boys were wide awake, cooing and sucking on their fingers.

“My boys!” Clapping her hands, the rocket’s magnificence was temporarily forgotten, “Did you have fun at the pediatrician?”

Donald shifted the baby bag hanging on his shoulder, “Fun isn’t what I would call it,” digging through the bag he pulled out a sheet of paper, “Louie’s lactose intolerant. Dewey’s downy feathers are extremely sensitive and need to be plucked daily, tweezers and or preening specified. Huey, perfectly healthy.”

She read through the prescription, “What’s this?”

“A specialized formula you’ll have to pick up at the pharmacy.” Donald stared at Scrooge, “I’m sure you have insurance, and if not, I’m sure you can afford it.”

“Aye, don’t worry ‘boot it lass.” Scrooge tapped his cane impatiently, “That lads are being taken care of, and of course anything for their health.”

“Is there something wrong, sonny boy?” Ludwig patted his back warmly and followed his gaze, “Ah, I see you’re captivated by the rocket, eh? It’s a beauty, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, a real treat.” His exhaustion stare became irritated, “Are you going to take ‘em now, or what? They need to take a nap for twelve.”

“Uncle Scrooge and Uncle Ludwig was showing me -,”

“Sweetie, it’s fine.” Ludwig interjected with a hoot, “The little ones need  their nappies, look at ‘em.”

“Ah don’t see why ye’ can’t, lad.” Scrooge answered, “See, problem solved.”

Ludwig frowned, “But we don’t want to overwhelm the boy,” his voice turned stern, “he should get a break.”

“Donnie doesn’t mind, Uncle Ludwig.” She looked at him, “Don’t you? You love the boys!”

Donald gazed quietly at his sister and uncles. Her stars were oblivious and hopeful. He sighed tiredly, smiling stiffly, “Course I love ‘em, come on boys, we’ll go for a nap.”

“But Donald…”

“Now, Ludwig, ‘nough of that.” Scrooge waved his cane after them, “Beakley should be at the manor if you stop there; she’ll get anything you need.”

“Thank you Donnie! I’ll see you soon boys.”

Della kissed each of the boys on their  foreheads and waved them off before returning to her conversations. Scrooge and Della focused on the rocket, just as Ludwig cast a wandering eye on his departing nephews. Donald’s hands wrung around the stroller handle.

He wasn’t angry. No, far from it. He was so very tired.

But still, his exhaustion pushed through and mustered a tiny, weak, “I thought we were family.”

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Traveling Home Chapter 7: The News

Notes: Sorry it took so long to update. Got really busy with school. I also went and updated all the previous chapters. The changes I made were;

Instead of 2 miles from the bottom of the mountains I made it 4. Justifies Donald getting lost for 2 days

Added a date tracker after the quicksand incident (Chapter 4)

Gave the nephews a MUCH stronger reaction to Donald’s death (Chapter 4). This was this biggest change I made in the story.

Rearranged one paragraph so that the story reads chronologically. (From Chapter 5 to Chapter 7)

Summary: Scrooge and Huey notify some of Donald’s friends about his death. Donald finds the exit.

Previous Chapter:  https://shadow-light19.tumblr.com/post/172578583882/traveling-home-chapter-6-the-mansionsummary

Next Chapter: https://shadow-light19.tumblr.com/post/173772296797/traveling-home-chapter-8-the-ruins

Day 3 - Afternoon

“…I’ll be there later today,” Gladstone replied monotonously. He clicked the end call button but couldn’t bring himself to do anything else.

It was surreal. After everything that Donald had ever gone through, sure things had gone wrong, but not like this. For all Gladstone teased Donald about his bad luck, Gladstone admired him. He loved his family so much. He went on so many adventures and was a part of the Navy. He worked hard for his life and, while it wasn’t easy, Donald made every attempt to give the boys a good life.

Why do I keep losing the people I care about? My parents, Della, and now Donald…

“Sir, excuse me but are you alright?”

Gladstone jumped. He looked up from the phone and realized that there was an airport employee giving him a concerned frown. He had forgotten he was standing in the luggage return area of the Hollywood Airport.

“I-I’m okay. Sorry about that. Can you take me to customer service? I need to catch the next available flight to Duckburg.”

The employee nodded.

“Of course, sir!”

They walked together to the customer service desk and luckily, no one was in line. Gladstone thanked the employee and approached the desk.

“Excuse me, I would like to buy a ticket for the next available flight to Duckburg please.”

The service employee typed away at the computer.

“We have a couple seats left for a flight that leaves in the next 30 minutes. You have enough miles for a free ticket if you would like me to book your flight with it.”

Gladstone shakily smiled at him.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

The man prints out the ticket and hands it to Gladstone.

“Here you are, sir! I hope you have a wonderful day.”

Gladstone sighed, “Thank you.”

He turned and made his way to the gates.

I’m taking a page out of your book, Donald. Family helps family. I’ll stick around as long as they need me.

 Mickey Mouse hummed as he shut his front door with his foot. He was carrying multiple brown bags of groceries and plopped them down on the kitchen counter. Pluto came running from upstairs.

“Hey, Pluto! Have a good nap?” Pluto nods and starts sniffing the bags.

“I told Minnie I would make dinner tonight. I’ve got a couple more hours before I need to start cooking, but I figured I could get some of the prep work done.” Mickey grabbed a cutting board from an overhanging cabinet.

“Hopefully Chief O’Hara won’t call me to work on a case before then. Minnie was so livid the last time I canceled due to a case.” He smiles and chuckles to himself.

Mickey gets back to work, cutting up vegetables for dinner when the phone starts ringing.

“Wonder who that could be?” Mickey plucks the phone from the receiver in the living room and holds it up between his ear and shoulder as he gets back to cooking.

“Hello? Mickey Mouse speaking!”

“M-Mickey?”

Mickey freezes. He slowly sets the kitchen knife on the counter and walks into the living room.

Is that Huey? Is he crying? Donald would be having a fit if he heard him like this. I have a bad feeling about this…

“What’s wrong Huey? Are you guys alright?”

Mickey sat down in the armchair by the phone.

“Can you c-come down? We were on an adventure with U-Uncle Scrooge and-and!”

Huey started crying over the phone. Mickey started panicking.

“Huey, it’s okay! Take a couple deep breaths okay? Of course, I’ll come down. I need you to tell me what’s wrong though. Maybe you can put Donald on the phone and he can explain it if it’s this hard for you to tell me.”

Mickey felt his heart sink when that only served to make Huey cry harder.

“M-Mickey… U-Uncle Donald is d-dead.”

Mickey’s hand starts shaking and tears well up in his eyes. He didn’t notice when he lowered the phone to his lap, or when Huey called his name when he didn’t respond.

No, no, no… Donald… is dead?

Pluto, noticing something was wrong with his owner, walked up and put a paw on his lap. Mickey snapped out of it and put the phone to his ear again.

“S-sorry Huey. Just shocked. L-Listen, I’m gonna go get Minnie and then we’ll be at the mansion in a couple of hours okay? Who else have you told?”

I’m gonna need to find someone to watch Pluto for me. I don’t think Scrooge would like a dog in the mansion.

“Just y-you. I’m going to have D-Dewey call Goofy next.”

“Huey, would you boys prefer it if I told Goofy then? I know it’s hard for you to talk about right now and I’ll call Minnie as well.”

“Thanks, M-Mickey. See y-you soon.”

Mickey hung the phone up, pulled it off again, and then dialed Minnie.

“Hello? This is Minnie Mouse speaking!”

“M-Minnie, I’m gonna hafta cancel dinner tonight. I need you to p-pack some bags and be ready to leave in half an hour.”

Minnie cut him off.

“What’s wrong? Are you being chased by a villain again?”

“Minnie, I just got a call from H-Huey. He was crying over the phone and asked if we could go over to the mansion. Donald passed away.”

Pluto was running around grabbing his toys, bed, and food bowl so that Mickey could throw it in a bag for whoever he could get to watch him.

Chief O’Hara would probably do it. I need to call him to say I won’t be coming into work for a while anyway.

Mickey’s attention was brought back to the phone when he heard Minnie give a soft gasp.

“O-Oh poor Donald! How h-horrible! I’ll pack m-my stuff and meet you outside my h-house in half an hour then.”

Once Minnie hung up, Mickey dialed another number.

“Hey, this is the Goof residence, Max speaking!”

 Goofy pulled his face out from the hood of his car.

“I almost got it.” He muttered to himself. His car hadn’t been working the past couple days and he was determined to fix the problem. As Goofy grabbed a wrench off the workbench on the side of the garage, he faintly heard the phone ring from the living room. Goofy thought about answering before he heard the footsteps of his son running down the stairs from his bedroom. He smiled and went back to the hood. Goofy takes the wrench and gives one of the screws on the engine a few good turns before wiping the sweat from his brow and slamming the hood shut. He sets the wrench aside, climbs in, and starts the car. It runs without a problem.

“Alright, I did it!”

Goofy steps out of the car and enters the house.

I wonder if Maxie is still on the phone?

Goofy walked into the living room but frowned when he saw Max, He was sniffing and rubbing tears off his face. Goofy put an arm around his son’s shoulder just as Max hung up.

“What’s wrong Maxie? Who called?” Goofy spoke softly.

Max sniffed again.

“Mickey called to tell us that D-Donald passed away. H-He said we need to pack our bags and head over to the mansion.”

Goofy’s face morphed into heartbreak. He wept silently while holding his son close, before pulling away and wiping Max’s eyes.

“Alright son, let’s pack our bags for a couple days. I’ll drive us to the airport and then we can play a game together or watch a movie on the flight okay? That’ll cheer you up. I know Huey, Dewey, and Louie are going to be sad as well, so maybe you can help me cheer them up when we get there.”

Max chuckled wetly.

“Okay, dad.”

 Daisy sighed as her cameraman gave her the signal that they were off the air. She was in Los Angeles on a news story about a celebrity’s charity ball. She had been invited as a part of the DNN and had dressed to impress in a sparkly purple dress.

“Thanks, Justin! Only another couple hours to go before we can go home for the night.”

Daisy had recently started working as a newscaster and loving every second of it. She was really good at it too according to people she interviewed and her number one fan, Donald. Daisy smiled at that.

I just wish I got to see him more often. We may not be dating officially but I swear that duck still acts like we are a couple. Not that I mind in the slightest. It was really more of a formality.

Daisy chuckled again. She excused herself from the group she just finished interviewing and walked out into the hall. Daisy dialed Donald’s number, hoping he was back from the latest crazy adventure he had gone on. No one answered though, so she left a voicemail. She turned around and just as she was about to enter the ballroom again, her phone started ringing.

“Hello, Daisy Duck speaking how can I help you?”

“Lass? I-It’s Scrooge. Where are you right now?”

Daisy frowned at the tremble in Scrooge’s voice.

He’s normally so stern and composed… I wonder what’s with him.

“I’m at that Charity Ball in Los Angeles. Are you guys back from your latest adventure? I tried to call Donald a couple minutes ago and he didn’t answer.”

She heard Scrooge wince. Now she knew something was really wrong.

“Scrooge what’s going on?! How come Donald didn’t answer me?”

Daisy could feel her heart clenching in fear.

“I-I’m sorry, lass. We were adventuring in Central Mexico when an a-accident occurred. I’m afraid D-Donald passed away.”

No…

Daisy dropped her phone. Her knees felt weak and tears slipped silently down her face. She took no notice of the partygoers that saw her slide to the ground, trying to ask her if she was alright. She just stared straight ahead. Someone picked up the phone to figure out what was going on. They found out the news and sent someone to get the cameraman and another to grab a glass of water. Daisy couldn’t believe it though.

He can’t be dead! This can’t be happening!

Her cameraman finally arrived and he lightly shook her shoulders. He took the glass of water someone had gotten and put it in her hands. Eventually, she snapped out of her daze and drank it to calm down. He took the phone from the person who had grabbed it and assured Scrooge that she was fine and that he was going to make sure she would be at the mansion by tonight. He guided her out the door and back to their hotel.

 Day 3 - Evening

 It took Donald two full days to find himself in a chamber that was on the map. He had spent the past two days dodging the Ahuizotl and trying to find a way to mark his location. He tried water mixed with some chocolate from a protein bar but whenever the Ahuizotl caught up to him, Donald had to run and couldn't mark every he went through. Ultimately, he found himself even more lost. Eventually, Donald finally stumbled into a tunnel that was reinforced with stone. He knew this meant he was somewhere within a mile of the Temple and figured out where he was using a nearby chamber.

Thank goodness! Now that I know where I am, I can follow the map to the exit!

The temple had four exits to the floor above that shaped a square midway on the map. From his location, he was in between two of them.

Now I just have to make it to an exit without getting caught by the Ahuizotl.

Donald checked his phone. He only had 15% battery left.

Darn it! I have to keep checking the map, but I might kill my battery before I can get out of here!

He checked the map again and memorized it as best he could before powering it down. He walked through tunnels as best he could without checking the map. Finally, he arrived outside the chamber with the exit. He placed his ear close to the door but heard nothing inside. He held his breath and opened it as quietly as he could.

“What the…?”

The chamber was wrecked. The stairway that led to the surface floor was crumbled into a pile of stones and dust. Whatever furniture was supposed to be in the chamber was demolished in the same fashion.

“Great! Now I have to look for another exit!” Donald growled. He kicked one of the small stones that was next to him and it hit an unsteady rock pile with a soft clank. The pile of rocks rumbled and fell over with a bang.

The sound was answered with a loud roar from a nearby tunnel.

“Why me…?”

Donald tried to pinpoint where the Ahuizotl was from the roar. However, with the echo of the tunnels, he couldn’t tell.

I’m just going to go in the direction of the next exit.

He walked up to the door and opened. It. He was face to face with the Ahuizotl. Both stood still. Donald gave a sheepish laugh and slowly closed the door on the Ahuizotl. He gave a yell and darted back the way he came. The Ahuizotl gave chase.

I just need to make it to an exit. It won’t follow me above ground.

Donald ran through several tunnels and chambers before he reached the next chamber with an exit. He had stopped trying to lose it and just focused on reaching the chamber as fast as he could. It surprised him when the Ahuizotl gave up chase just as he reached the chamber. He threw open the door.

Not again! Why is this exit destroyed too?!

Donald growled in frustration and darted through another door. About halfway to the next exit, he tripped on some rocks. He tried to get up but the lack of energy from rationing food and water, as well as his depleting adrenaline, made it hard to do so. Donald pushed himself up to his feet, stumbled, and collapsed against the wall.

I need a break.

Donald pulled out a half-eaten granola bar and a bottle of water. Once he was a little more rested, he stood up to continue on. He stopped though when he heard a loud row and rumble up ahead.

What?

The sound of rumbling was followed by thuds and cracking. It went on for a couple minutes and Donald finally realized what was happening.

The Ahuizotl is destroying the exits!

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Family

(this fic is crazy long sorry bout that. over 7k words!!!!)

The void is just that - a void. Empty, dark, endless space for miles beyond what Lena can see. Nothing above and nothing below. She floats, but if she tries to move she can walk on the empty air. Not that there’s any point in walking, mind you, because the void is so blank and symmetrical that however long Lena walks, it feels like she’s only been walking in place. She doesn’t know if she’s moved at all, since everything looks, feels, and sounds exactly the same.

She’s alone, which is odd. Magica has made millions upon millions of shadows in her century of life, and they had to go somewhere after they were vanquished. But she has fifteen years of life and a personality over them, and somehow that sets her apart in her own little world.

Maybe if she walked far enough, for long enough, she could find them. But however bored she is, Lena has no interest in that. She’s different. She would never be accepted among the shadows even if they could communicate.

Even among her own kind, she has no family.

There isn’t much to do other than to hover and think. Which is good, because she has a lot to think about.

Lena thinks about her time with Magica, about all the little spells she’s picked up, the lava lamp that calmed her down during panic attacks, the dizzyingly relaxing feeling of waves lapping at her ankles. She thinks about soft, too-big sweaters recently snuck out of the laundromat and fake-sweet candy from the theater vending machine. She thinks about random snippets of conversations, overheard and not, that float randomly in and out of her head.

But mostly, she thinks about family.

She thinks about Webby, the way she always laughed at Lena’s jokes no matter how dumb, her overjoyed smile when she blew up the fist bump at the Beagle Boy party. She thinks of Huey, of his insistence that she wear a coat when she starts snowball fights in the mansion’s ginormous lawn. She thinks of Dewey, his boundless energy and the way he always roped her into dumb pranks on his poor uncles. She thinks of Louie, of his sly tongue and morally grey ways that reminded her of herself but when his boundless love for family made her pull away. She thinks of Launchpad, of his contagious love for a show she would have never cared about otherwise and the way he always treated her just like another kid, another friend. She thinks of Duckworth, of the way there were always extra pajamas and blankets waiting for her, mysteriously exactly her size, even if she wasn’t going to sleep over. She thinks of Donald, of the band posters collecting dust that she snuck off, the way he ruffles her feathers with a wary care, but a care all the same. She thinks of Beakley, of tight, quick hugs and extra plates of steaming hot pancakes placed discreetly in front of her when Magica hadn’t let her eat in a few days. She thinks of Scrooge, of his hopeful, world-changing promise despite his knowledge of her lineage. His desperate cry as she was yanked away from the living world echoes in her ears.

Lena hugs her knees to her chest, her head spinning with longing and anxieties. She meant something to them. She had to, for them to treat her the way they did. But she knows she can never go back. They never knew the truth about her.

Well, Scrooge did. But over and over Lena internally debates whether it was an act of love or desperation.

She fights endlessly to be free of her new blank reality, but she’s not sure if she has a family to go back to.

--

Lena spares more than a glance at the piece of paper lying abandoned on the dining room table. Huey has gone to the bathroom, leaving his math homework vulnerable to her curious eyes. The problems are far beyond the basic math Magica has allowed her to learn. She slowly traces the detailed solution with her eyes multiple times, but it makes no sense.

She wrenches her gaze away. Not worth the trouble. She doesn’t need math.

Curiosity and shame burns in her stomach, and she snatches another glance.

Still incomprehensible, just like Aunt Magica’s ancient Italian spellbooks.

Lena scowls. It’s not like she expected anything else, but it still hurts.

A hand lands gently on her shoulder and she jumps nearly a foot in the air, heart in her throat. Huey only gives her a gentle smile, turning a blind eye to her panic. He lays a finger on the paper. “To find the angle measure, you need to place the measure of the opposite side over the adjacent one.” He points to the sides in question. “Graphing calculators have functions for trigonometry inverse, so you need to press the second button and then the tan one…”

Later, Lena tunes out Aunt Magica’s lecturing about how she made no progress in her visit to McDuck Manor and reviews the problem. She changes the numbers. She checks her answer. It makes sense.

She can’t hide the tiny but triumphant smile that sneaks its way onto her beak. Victory burns in her stomach, blazing away the midnight chill. Magica stops her lecturing to indignantly snap at her, but the smile stays.

--

Lena goes over the problem in her head again, changing the numbers over and over. She can solve it flawlessly by now. She’s done it so many times the steps slide into place like a well-oiled machine. It’s almost boring, but it’s much better than wallowing in her pity.

She’s thankful for Huey for teaching her. Even though the moment was embarrassing, him knowing that she doesn’t know math, the problem has spared her a lot of boredom.

--

Lena slips into the yard as quietly as she can. The triplets are playing tag together, shouting and laughing, their breath making misty clouds in the cold air. She’s looking for Webby, or Scrooge’s Number One Dime, anything that will get Magica off her back. She’s not particularly interested in the nephews, nor does she intend for them to notice her. If she steals a certain important artifact of Scrooge’s, the fewer people that know she is even here the better.

But she’s out of luck. To her surprise Dewey breaks his swerving path away from Louie to barrel towards her at the edge of the yard. As he brushes past her, he grabs her hand, pulling her along.

Lena’s too surprised to react. Her legs move out of instinct, and when she realizes what happened she’s running alongside Dewey. He’s looking at her, his face split into a huge grin and his eyes crinkling with laughter. “Come join us, Lena!”

A hundred lies rise to Lena’s tongue, most of them having to do with Webby. But she realizes that she’s enjoying herself, and the thought of Dewey’s face falling at her dismissal puts a wedge beside her heart. So she swallows them and smiles back, running alongside the boy in blue.

They keep holding hands, the warmth of each other’s touch pushing them on, neither really aware of it. They only break apart when a cackling Huey veers straight for them and they dive apart, fits of giggles breaking their panicked facade.

--

Months later, Lena’s still not sure why Dewey chose to invite her. She was Webby’s friend, not his. Webby wasn’t even there. She never did see Webby that day. But the game, and the cozy hot chocolate afterwards, was worth the beating from Magica.

--

Lena’s phone buzzes. It’s an unknown number. hey, wanna come over? we’re watching a dwd marathon and having a takeout taste test. my idea

Her heart squeezes. Out here, in the dreary rain, soaked to her skin while Magica practices complicated spells with a magical umbrella, Darkwing Duck and takeout food sounds like heaven.

Making sure Magica isn’t watching, she reaches for her phone. sorry, u have the wrong number.

Usually she would leave it at that, but Webby’s voice echoes in her head. She always says that strangers are just friends you haven’t met and the internet is full of them. You should always be kind to strangers because they could be your new best friend! That’s how we became friends!

She pulls the text conversation back up and adds, have fun!

Lena stares at her phone for a minute longer, but there’s no response. Typical. They probably deleted the conversation already. She shuts her phone off and tucks it away in her pocket.

It buzzes again.

Hope blooms in Lena’s chest. She yanks her phone back out, reading the text with hungry eyes.

lena, right? it’s louie

Lena stares at the text, stunned. She isn’t sure how to respond at first. She may have hoped for this, but she never in a million years would have expected it.  oh sorry my b. how did you get my number? webby doesn’t have a phone

Louie’s already typing when it sends. i have my ways. u coming or not? i gotta tell hue how much food to order

Lena glances at Magica. She’s still preoccupied.

She waits until she’s snuck off to the local grocery store, hidden among the frozen broccoli, before responding. yeah totally. see u in a few.

see ya.

Other people are staring. It’s to be expected, as she’s a lone drenched teenager in a family grocery store. But instead of slinking off into the shadows like she usually does, Lena tucks her phone away and smiles. She walks with her head held high, heading straight for McDuck Manor.

--

The thought of food makes Lena’s stomach growl. She hasn’t eaten in however long she’s been here. She has no way of telling time.

Shadows don’t need food, but starving is never pleasant. Being in the void means she has little to take her mind off of the hunger gnawing at the edge of her stomach. The thought of food, especially good food, makes it ache even more.

But the memory is worth it. She had a wonderful night out of the cold rain, away from Magica, snuggled in Webby’s soft blankets and eating heaps of pizza and french fries. She had felt more relaxed than usual, despite the looming eclipse and how Magica’s plans were starting to take form. They worried her.

The fear still lingered at the back of her mind, but Lena was able to push it far away and focus on the here and now, eating junk food and laughing at the TV with her family.

Family.

The word came into Lena’s train of thought naturally. But she wasn’t sure if it belonged.

They were a magnificent family, everything she had always wanted. But she never belonged.

She could only hope that maybe, just maybe, things could change in the future.

--

Lena would have never tried entering through the garage if she knew someone lived there.

At first, her entry went smoothly. There was a swinging door beside the traditional garage door, with a lock that was very easily picked. That was when what she thought was her good luck ended.

She slips through piles of old newspapers and priceless artifacts alike, rushing through so Magica couldn’t get a good look at anything and make her steal something. Spotting a small door next to a tarnished silver mirror that probably held three separate curses, she took her chance and swings it open.

The next room is only like the first in its clutter. But instead of hard-earned treasure, old burritos are scattered about. Vague, off-center posters cover the walls and a small string of Christmas lights hang from the loft. Magica mutters disgustedly in the back of Lena’s head, but her curses fade in comparison to Lena’s current predicament.

A duck, one Lena only recognizes after her panic begins to ease, is lounging on a hammock in front of the TV. She recognizes the theme song - Darkwing Duck -  from her TV night a few weeks ago, but it doesn’t click at first.

Lena stares, and he stares back.

After a moment, Launchpad grins wide as can be and gestures to an open spot on his moldy hammock. “So, come to hang with Launchpad, eh? Wanna watch Darkwing Duck with me? It’s a good episode! DW has to team up with the Justice Ducks to stop the Fearsome Five and save St. Canard!”

Lena doesn’t know what half those words mean. “Actually, I was kind of looking for Webby…?”

Launchpad visibly deflates, and something inside Lena flinches. “Last I checked she and the boys were doing their schoolwork. That’s why I’m here, you see. Mrs. Beakley doesn’t like it when I accompany them. Says I’m a distraction. But hey, I get to watch Darkwing Duck, the greatest TV show of all time!” He brightens, his blinding smile returning full force.

Lena doesn’t know if it’s the prospect of being an outsider or being kicked out all the time, but before she realizes what she’s doing she’s sitting on the hammock too. “I think I’d be a distraction too.”

Launchpad’s smile is even brighter than before as he rambles on and on about the show, thinking faster than he can talk and stumbling over his words more than once. Most of it is unfamiliar, going in one ear and out the other, but seeing Launchpad so happy somehow makes Lena happy too.

--

Lena never knew the pilot particularly well, but while he was always kind to her before, after that he always had a bright smile reserved specifically for her.

Seeing that smile, and remembering it now, gave her the same warm feeling she got all those months ago when she first summoned it.

--

Sometimes Lena forgets just how big McDuck Manor is. She sticks to the first few floors, and anywhere those four kids go they fill up the empty space with laughter and love. She usually sticks close by their sides. But she turns an unfamiliar corner on her way to the bathroom and suddenly she’s on her own in a hall with a ceiling dauntingly high above her head. It stretches down past where she can see, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

She turns in a tight circle around herself, but the way she came seems to have disappeared, lost in an endless array of symmetrical doors and hallways.

Panic sets in. Her breathing becomes short and fast, and the halls crumble around her as she slumps to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest.

For a good few moments, it seems like she’s going to die there. She could wander the halls forever and never find her way out. Magica doesn’t make herself known, not even to lecture her or to guide her out so she can carry out her master plan.

Then, suddenly, the world is sharply focused again. A voice, unfamiliar and stiff but not at all brusque, speaks up behind her.

“Miss Lena?”

Lena gasps and does a not-so-graceful twirl as she shoots to her feet. She quickly sets her flailing, shaking hands on her hips and for the first time gets a clear picture of her companion.

He’s not normal. She knows that right off the bat. He’s transparent and emits a faint, deep blue glow. He could be a ghost, but as Magica de Spell’s niece/shadow, she knows that’s not by a long shot the only possibility.

She’s staring, her mind whirring like a rushing stream. This supernatural dog, that she’s never seen before, here in Scrooge McDuck’s ultra-protected mansion, knows her name. He found her when she was lost in his endless halls.

Maybe he knows Aunt Magica. Panic shoots through her. Her back is as straight as a board.

The dog must sense her concern, as he bows slightly to her. “I am Duckworth, Mr. McDuck’s butler. And yes, before you ask, I am aware that I am a ghost, thank you very much.”

Lena relaxes, only ever so slightly. At least she knows he’s not with Magica.

...but if she hasn’t seen him all this time, but he knows her, what if he’s seen her secret conversations with Magica?!

All her worst fears, everything Magica has warned her about, come rushing up to the surface and she nearly bursts into tears again.

A ghostly hand hovers over her shoulder. “Miss Lena, I believe you were looking for the bathroom?” His voice is gentle but composed. If he had not been watching her the entire time, Lena would have thought that he hadn’t noticed her panic.

Sniffling and wiping her eyes, Lena nods. “Yeah, thanks.”

Wordlessly, the ghost butler opens a door completely symmetrical to the rest, revealing the familiar hallway from which she had come. Lena nearly laughs, she’s so relieved.

“I suspect you do not need me to show you the rest of the way?” Duckworth confirms, startling her out of her giddy exhaustion.

Lena nods, managing a smile at the dog as she passes. He simply nods his head and closes the door silently behind her. Then he’s gone, disappearing into the vast unknown that is Scrooge McDuck’s mansion.

She sees Duckworth a few days later, as he brings some tea sandwiches while Mrs. Beakley is cleaning upstairs. Webby introduces Lena to him, and he simply nods politely. They meet a few times after that, and neither ever brings up their tear-filled first interaction.

--

Now that she has all of eternity to do nothing but reflect on her short, angsty life, Lena wishes she connected with Duckworth more. He was always kind to her, and his steady, professional nature made her feel a bit more grounded. Even though she is a shadow and he is a ghost.

If she goes back, she has to change that. She will.

If they accept her, that is. They know she’s Magica’s shadow now. They know she betrayed them.

Lena pushes her fears aside and wraps her arms around herself in a tight hug, a small smile tight on her beak. She pulls her hands back to toy with the echo of a fraying friendship bracelet around her wrist.

Soon, for better or for worse, her fears will come to pass. She just has to keep biding her time and growing her strength.

For now, all she can do is wait.

And remember.

--

“Lena.” The sharp British voice, accompanied by a firm hand on her shoulder, stopped Lena in her tracks.

She glanced up to see Mrs. Beakley looking down at her, gaze unreadable. In her hand was a coat, deep magenta and long enough to reach Lena’s ankles.

“It’s getting cold,” the housekeeper begins, holding the coat out to Lena. “I will not stand for a child under my care playing outside without a coat.”

Stunned, Lena reaches for the coat and pulls it around her. It’s warm and mysteriously fits like a glove. It’s a bit long, but she has a sneaking suspicion Mrs. Beakley bought it that way on purpose.

She wants to refuse it. She knows Aunt Magica will tear it up once she gets home, unless she can stash it under her bed in time. Besides, she doesn’t want to accept a gift from Mrs. Beakley. She has given Lena kindness, which will be paid back in inevitable betrayal.

But Mrs. Beakley is holding the coat out to her expectantly, and when Lena looks her in the eyes she just can’t refuse. There’s something in her face, somewhere between stern and motherly, that makes Lena’s arm shoot out without prompting and her fingers wrap around the coat.

As soon as she touches it she melts. Because oh, it’s soft. Softer than her trusty sweater just snuck out of the laundromat. Softer than Webby’s feathers and her recently washed blankets Lena loves to “borrow”. Softer than the couch in front of the TV that the boys can sometimes coax her to.

She can hear Magica’s voice in the back of her head, whispering it’s a trap and don’t trust her and she’ll regret this when she finds out what you really are. The whispers turn her blood to ice, and she clutches the fluffy coat tighter. She’s never needed it more.

As she tugs it to her chest and hesitantly tucks it around herself Mrs. Beakley’s beak curves upwards, ever so slightly.

--

Lena misses that coat. She hid it in one of the closets, behind a stiff coat of Scrooge’s hidden away in the back, so Magica couldn’t tear it up later. That night, lying alone in her cold bedroom, she tried not to imagine the warmth of the coat, lost to the closets of a manor just out of reach.

She’s neither not nor cold now, but the comfort of that coat would be nice. It wouldn’t hurt.

Except it does now, because she doesn’t know if it’s been found or if one of the only things she’s ever owned is still hanging quietly in that closet. Waiting for its owner to grab it off the hook and run outside laughing, breath making frosty puffs in the cold air.

--

The uneasiness came first when Lena rung the bell, only to be met with static. Mrs. Beakley was usually extremely prompt at answering, even when she had other things on her mind. The lunar eclipse was in less than a week and Magica was growing impatient. She was taking over Lena’s body more often than not.

She let Lena go to McDuck Manor on her own after a perilous speech about not wanting to scare Scroogey off so soon. Lena grit her teeth, remembering it, and strides up to the mansion’s gate.

It swings open, unprompted.

Lena’s stomach twists, but she continues to the door. It swings open as well, at the hand of the ghost butler Lena has rarely spoken to. She winces at the memory of the last time they were alone together, but at the moment she’s more worried about Mrs. Beakley.

Frowning slightly, she gives him a small wave and opens her mouth to ask about Webby and Mrs. Beakley. He points her in the direction of the pool before she could speak.

She wishes she could tell him something, anything, but with Magica breathing down her neck she has no chance. She thanks him in a voice barely above a whisper to hide the way it’s trembling and hurries outside.

There is no one on the deck, so Lena enters the houseboat. She doesn’t bother to knock, but immediately regrets it when the only duck inside is the triplets’ uncle she barely talks to.

He’s lying awkwardly on the couch with some ice on his hand, reading a fishing magazine upside down. He glances up, surprised, but manages a smile. “Hey, kiddo. What brings you here?”

Lena toys with the end of her shirt. She could still barely understand him, and so tries to avoid him at all costs. That made any inevitable encounters awkward. “Looking for Webby. Where is she?”

“On an adventure,” Donald sighs, a resigned expression settling on his face. “Hopefully not dead.”

Fear flares in Lena’s stomach. She quickly schools her face into a neutral expression. The less Aunt Magica knows she cares about her best friend, the better. But she must not have cleared her face fast enough because Donald’s wary smile softens and he scoots over as much as he could, patting the seat beside him with his fishing magazine. “Ah, I’m sure they’re fine. Scrooge does his best, and the kids are accomplished adventurers themselves. ‘Sides, Mrs. B is with them this time, so they’ll be even safer. Webby most of all.”

Lena numbly takes the seat beside him, all too aware of how easily Magica could take over her and bring harm to this already injured nephew of Scrooge. “That’s where she is?”

Donald nods. “I think this is her first adventure with the kids. Webby is ecstatic. Although all of the kids seemed a bit distracted this morning.”

Lena nods back, only half listening. She leans back against the couch. “Do you know when they’ll be back?”

“Soon,” Donald replies instantly. “Around the eclipse.”

Lena’s heart stops in her throat. At first, pure panic at the mention of the eclipse. She fears she’s been outed. Then, relief, because her secret is safe. Then, panic again because they would be home, in Magica’s reach, during the eclipse. And she knew it.

What little hope of somehow stopping her aunt she had flies out the window. Hot tears prick at her eyes and she gasps sharply, trying to hold them in.

Instantly Donald’s fishing magazine is on the floor and his spare hand is gently rubbing circles on her back. “Try to breathe,” he instructs gently. “Focus on my voice. In, out. In, out. In, out. You’re doing great.”

Lena matches his breathing pattern, focusing on nothing else. Her breathing slowly returns to normal and she slumps against the back of the couch, all the energy flooding out of her.

Donald smiles comfortingly at her. “You’re okay now, Lena.”

She knows she isn’t, that she never could be, but then realizes that he was right. She feels better. A lot of the fear is gone.

“Do you have panic attacks often?” he asks, light but serious enough that she knows not to dodge the question.

She nods slowly.

“When you have them, focus on five things you can see, five things you can touch, five things you can taste, five things you can smell, and five things you can hear. Keep counting until it goes away. Don’t focus on anything else. Try to breathe as deeply as you can,” he instructs.

Lena nods again.

Pulling out his phone, the uncle pulls up a couple of warmly colored apps. “There are some great apps that help with panic attacks. Most are free to download. I can text you a link if you’d like.”

Lena beams. “That would be nice.” She hands him her phone to type in her number, ignoring Magica screeching in the back of her head.

“I get panic attacks too,” Donald says, not looking up from the phone. Lena’s head shoots up in surprise. “So do Huey and Louie. Scrooge doesn’t anymore, but he used to.” He pauses his typing and glances at her, smiling warmly. “You can always come to one of us if you need help, you hear?”

Lena nods. She doesn’t know if she would, but it feels like a steady, comforting weight in a world that has turned upside down and been stomped to pieces.

--

She never took him up on his offer. She had many more panic attacks in the short span of days after that, but Magica was always there, always getting in her head and freezing her in place before she could escape. She nearly had one locked in the cage with Scrooge, but then he offered her a place in his family, and, unknowingly, a brief reprise from a world of fear until Magica banished her to her current living quarters.

She pulls out her phone. The time and dates are screwed, since there is no satellite connection. Figures There is no internet either. But she pulls up her text messages and found Donald’s. The list of apps is right there.

She wishes she could download them in the void.

--

Lena stares at the duck in front of her and tries not to think about Magica’s excited whispers in her head or how she’s been avoiding him at all cost. She shakes his hand, having no other option. His grip is firm, while hers must be like a limp noodle if it’s not shaking from how terrified she is.

If he notices, he doesn’t show it. His face is impassible, unreadable. That only makes it worse.

She wasn’t sure what else she was expecting. Definitely not huge smiles and warm hugs.

At least he’s not trying to kill her for being Magica’s demon spawn working inside his very home to take him down.

That thought sends shudders down her spine, and a little worry finds its way through the cracks of his neutral facade.

Lena swallows and forces herself to smile. “It’s nice to meet you, uhh, sir.”

He nods back ever so slightly, tipping his trademark top hat. “It’s nice to meet you too, lass.”

Webby breaks in, elbowing Lena hard in the side in her excitement, and it takes all she has to not wince. “Mr. McDuck is the richest duck in the world! He goes on super cool adventures all the time!!! He’s a hundred and fifty years old and he-“

“I’m sure the lass knows all that, Webby darling,” Scrooge breaks in, looking amused.

Webby grins, embarrassed. “Of course! Sorry Lena! I didn’t mean to doubt your intelligence, you’re super smart and all.”

Webby’s familiar banter, and the reminder of her best friend’s presence, gives Lena just enough courage. She puts a hand on her chin in an overexaggerated thinking position. “Oh, I dunno, never really heard of ya.” She shoves her hands deep in her pockets and grins at Webby, who giggles.

Scrooge’s smile is growing, and he raises an eyebrow. “Aye, is that so? Never seen the million billboards around town with my face and name plastered all over them?”

Lena’s unable to keep her grin from her beak as she shakes her head. “Nope, never.”

Scrooge chuckles at that, a full-on guffaw. He elbows Mrs. Beakley, who looks less than pleased at the gesture. “I like this one.”

Lena is floored by the gesture. Weeks of carefully avoiding Scrooge McDuck like her life depended on it (which it very much could). And she made him laugh! Their very first interaction and she made him, the famous old miser, the heartless villain of every one of Magica’s tales, laugh.

This is it. This is the last straw. She can’t help Magica kill him now.

She immediately pushes those thoughts away before Magica could notice.

It’s not like she has a choice, anyway.

Webby has taken hold of her hand, and she shakes it gently. “Hey Lena, you okay?”

Smiling stiffly, Lena nods. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just zoned out, Webs.” She winked at her best friend. “It’s not every day you meet the richest duck in the world, after all.”

“I thought you didn’t know who I was,” Scrooge countered, raising an eyebrow.

Lena crosses her arms, smiling. “I believe Webby. She knows quite a bit about you, believe it or not.”

Scrooge laughs again, and something warm and steady settles in Lena’s gut.

She wraps an arm around Webby’s shoulder and forces herself to laugh along.

And, to her surprise, it comes naturally.

—

If there’s anything Lena wants to finish, it’s her conversation with Scrooge.

She wants more than anything to be a part of his family, to be able to interact with him and make him laugh when her inevitable betrayal isn’t making her awkward.

She wants to know if he’ll keep his promise when he’s not under the threat of death.

She hopes with all her heart she will. Unlike his fellow capitalist billionaires making their fortunes off of lies and the backs of others, Scrooge McDuck is an honest man, a man of his word. That’s something she’s always admired about him, even years before she knew him. If a dirt poor duckling from Scotland can immigrate to a completely new country and become the richest duck in the world without cheating others out of a single cent, then maybe the little shadow, created only for petty revenge, can join the family she sabotaged.

Lena is terrified of confronting him, but the curiosity eats her up every day.

As she bides her time, feeling herself grow stronger and stronger, she’s even more anxious and terrified for the moment when she can finally re-enter the living world. The moment when she’ll have to face her newfound family for the first time with them knowing the truth.

Lena longs for it and desperately pushes it away at the same time.

—

Lena has come close to telling Webby her secret more than once.

Right from the beginning, Webby is her best friend. Webby has been nothing but kind to her, and Lena has repaid her in half-truths and backstabbing.

She thinks about this a month before the eclipse, as Magica’s hazy plans take form and when Webby is coincidentally late to their meeting. One good thing about the eclipse nearing is that Magica is too busy perfecting her plans down to the last detail to pay much attention to Lena.

She wallows in her predicament as she waits, half-finished milkshake in hand and watching the door.

Maybe Webby finally realized who she is and is ditching her. Maybe Webby got tired of her reluctant, wary ways, or sensed something is off. Maybe their friendship is over.

Lena is overjoyed when the doors swing open and Webby comes running right up to her table, panting slightly. She tries, and fails, to hide how happy she is at the sight of her painfully loyal best friend.

“Sorry Lena,” Webby pants. “Huey had a Junior Woodchuck meeting that ran late.”

Lena waves her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing.”

It’s obviously not nothing, but there’s no way she can tell Webby that.

Webby studies her for a minute, not quite accepting her answer, before nodding cheerfully. “Okay! You hungry?”

“As a horse!” Lena replies instantly, pulling out her wallet. It’s not a lie. Magica has been a bit too busy for food these days.

“I think I’m going to get a hamburger,” Webby says decisively. Lena laughs. “You always do.”

“And you always only get fries,” Webby counters. “I dare you to get something different!”

Lena grins. “Is that a triple dog dare?”

“You bet!” Lena’s not totally sure Webby knows what a triple dog dare is. Dewey might have taught her at some point.

Dare or not, it’s a nice excuse to get some actual food.

She leans back to scour the menu, pretending she hasn’t already read it multiple times trying to get her mind off all the ways Webby could have ditched her while she was waiting.

What kind of friend are you?! Webby would never assume you ditched her.

No good friend would go into a friendship intending to stab their friend and family in the back.

Lena flinches hard, and Webby’s arm is around her waist (since she can’t reach her shoulders, Lena now realizes) in an instant. “Lena? Is everything okay?”

Lena nods shakily. “Everything’s fine, Webs. I just had… a bad dream last night, and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Oh?” Webby turns to face her, still on her tiptoes, eyebrows raised. It’s an open invitation that Lena can’t refuse. Once she started talking the words poured out too fast to stop them if she wanted to.

“I was… at your place. Having movie night with you and the boys. We were having a great time, but then the sun turned black and the sky turned blood red. The city started falling apart. I think someone was attacking it. The mansion started falling apart, so we all ran outside. The city was in blazes and ruins. Smoke was everywhere, and everyone was gone. People were screaming and crying for help in the rubble, so the boys ran off to help before we could stop them. Their voices became part of the chorus of distress. Then it was just you and me, and this… this person landed in front of us. I never got a clear look at he- them, but they were huge. They threatened us, but I don’t remember what they said, just that it was really upsetting. It made you furious, so you attacked them and the two of you rolled down the hill in battle. I don’t know why I didn’t help you, but I just kept waiting for you to return. Neither of you did. Slowly all the screaming people just stopped screaming and I was left alone on the hill with the smoldering city.” Lena pressed her face into her hands, hot tears streaming into her hands.

“Hey.” Webby gently lifts Lena’s face out of her hands, cupping her chin in her hands. She ignores the tears trickling off Lena’s face onto her hands. “It’s okay. That’s not going to happen. There are two hundred and twenty-three magical defenses on the Money Bin and the manor each. I counted.”

Lena chuckles softly through her tears. “Of course you did, Webs. I love that.”

Webby lifts a thumb and gently wipes away one of Lena’s tears. “Besides, we have Gizmoduck, all of Gyro’s crazy inventions, a family of seasoned adventurers, a former spy, and so much more. Besides, the citizens of Duckberg can fight. And also, Scrooge secretly keeps Ragnarok at bay every day, so they’d have to get through him first and that’s no easy feat. Don’t tell him I know, though!”

Lena blinks. “He does what now?”

“My point being,” Webby continues, gazing straight up at Lena with those huge, adoring, irresistible puppy dog eyes of hers. “Is that your dream has a very, very, very, very, very, very very, veeeeery-”

Lena grins. “All right Webs, I get it.”

“-Very small chance of happening,” Webby finishes. “Please don’t worry, you crazy angel. Everything will be okay.”

Lena smiles, unable to say anything. Webby is so sweet. This interaction has done wonders. But at the same time it’s done nothing, because her only shot at warning Webby has fallen on its face and been stomped into the dirt.

Oh, Webby, it will happen. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…

--

Lena sobs, tears streaming down her face, as she recalls her outing with Webby. She tried to warn her, she really did.

And Webby never believed her.

Every day she wonders and worries if Webby is okay. If she survived the Shadow War. If she didn’t have to spend time in the hospital from her fight with Magica, whom she knows from experience is horrifyingly powerful even in hand-to-hand combat.

If she still wants to be friends. If she still wants to be family.

Lena sniffles, and takes a long moment to dry her tears on her sleeve. They just keep coming. If the family really does hate her, she can’t leave with much of her dignity if she’s sobbing.

Time to find out if I have a family or not.

Heart in her chest, every hope and fear fresh in her mind, Lena closes her free hand tight around the ghost of her friendship bracelet and begins to chant, low and unsteady. Her voice wavers and cracks, and her tears start up again like a geyser. She can’t remember all of the words, so she subs in what she hopes are similar syllables.

She calls to the front of her mind every memory, every moment she spent with Webby and her family, all her time worrying and thinking about them. How much she loves them.

The bracelet begins to glow, blindingly blue, and Lena squeezes her eyes shut as tight as they can go.

She’s falling, gravity suddenly reclaiming her. But as soon as she realizes she’s in freefall, her knees hit carpet and she stumbles hard, falling on her stomach.

Onto ground.

Solid ground.

Real, solid ground, from the world of the living.

There are shouts and cries around her, and someone is clutching her tightly. Footsteps, loud from hurry, retreat and then come back. People are crowding around her, touching her, hugging her.

Lena forces her eyes open.

The first thing she sees is Huey’s red shirt, his neat stitching and three shiny, small buttons near the top. He’s bawling his eyes out as he shuffles through the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook, rambling about probabilities and spontaneous activity and quantum physics.

Dewey is next to him, eyes huge and bright, his smile wide enough to split his face. His hair is all ruffled up, more than usual, and his hands are tight around her neck in a hug.

Louie is on his other side, his phone in hand. He’s excited, talking fast to her, but she doesn’t register his words. Only his voice, high with excitement and cracking with emotion.

Launchpad is ruffling her hair with his too-big, too-rough hand, but she doesn’t mind because it’s Launchpad. He’s grinning at her with that special smile of his, and she grins back. He says something about catching her up on Darkwing Duck, even though it’s been over for years. But she doesn’t mind, because it means time with Launchpad, and that’s more than fine.

Duckworth hovers behind Dewey and Louie, not quite out of sight but not in the center of attention either. He has a small smile on his face, and he nods more than politely when their eyes meet. “Welcome home, Miss Lena.”

A hand lands on her shoulder, shaking, and Lena glances up to see Mrs. Beakley beaming down at her. There might be tiny tears in her eyes, or it might just be the reflection from the candlelit chandelier above. Her hand squeezes Lena’s shoulder in a way that says so much more than any words ever could, shaking but steady at the same time.

She doesn’t need to look back to know the hand rubbing her back is Donald’s. It’s comforting but firm in a way that’s trained and experienced. He stops rubbing for a moment to squeeze her tight in a hug. He whispers something in her ear, but his voice is even more garbled and thick than usual. She just leans closer, into the hug.

Only when he releases her and walks back around to face her, setting a hand on Huey’s shoulder and wrapping Dewey and Louie in his other, does she realize Scrooge has been one of the people hugging her from behind. He tips his hat to her, smiling. “I’m glad to see you made it, Lena. A promise is a promise. Welcome home, dear.”

Lena bites down hard on her lip to keep from crying, but it’s no use. She’s been sobbing hard this entire time.

One last person is still hugging her tight, and Lena doesn’t need to turn around to see who it is. She shifts her position so one of her arms is free, and reaches around to hug Webby back. Her best friend’s beak is buried in her side and she’s sobbing hard.

Lena finally finds her voice. It’s low and quiet, and sounds weird without the strange echo and emptiness of the shadow void. “Hey, Webs. It’s okay. I’m back.”

Webby only sobs harder. She unlaces one of her arms and offers her hand to Lena, who gratefully accepts it. The other hand never leaves her side. They hug each other tight, and the family closes in around them. Even Duckworth joins in the group hug.

All of Lena’s fears about acceptance and family melt away. She grins hard, tears still streaming down her face. But for once they’re tears of joy, not fear or pain. She’s happy, happier than when she first met Webby or when Scrooge offered her a place in his family. She’s finally free.

She finally has a family.

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daaaaang y’all a fic giant sighting! 7.2k words! for comparison, my fics are usually 1k-1.5k words. i’m trying to work on making them longer but i never expected this lol

it’s a completely wild ride i’m sorry

i’m not a person to ask for validation but i thrive on it and this is something i put a lot of time into, so i would really like it if you leave comments/reblogs/likes. especially since tumblr doesn’t have a read count like ao3. it means a lot to me. i love writing, and i love writing long fics, but if i keep putting this writing that i put my heart and soul into all i do and get little to nothing back, it’s a bit disheartening.

i don’t want to end on that note, so love you all!!! <3 <3