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[janetbrown711]

FYI, this is stuff is Clarisse

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[janetbrown711]

‘ i think we’re done. ’ Huey Clarisse

After that incident, Huey was put under watch at all times. It wasn’t a threatening watch, he knew that. It was just a ‘don’t slip out of this hotel room and run into Her and get the crap beaten out of you again until your ma comes to save you’ kind of watch. And he was cool with that, he did deserve it. And it wasn’t like the watch was completely stupid. He would say he was going out for fresh air, but really he just wanted a drink. Donald would force one of his brothers to come along and he usually cancelled the going outside all together. 

It wasn’t like he wanted to see her. He just... He wanted to forget. 

The memories came to him constantly, sharp and painful. It haunted him and his every move. He so desperately tried to forget her, but she wouldn’t leave him. Sometimes he swore he saw her in the bathroom mirror. Other times it was out the window. Most times though, it was right behind him. 

He hated that.

He hated that so much.

He wanted to forget with the best way he knew. Drinking. 

But they didn’t let him. 

They said it wasn't healthy. Huey didn’t argue, staying submissive and quiet overall. He had stated to Clarisse he was done with it all, but now that she was gone... it felt different. But either way, his family  wasn’t letting him and there was no way around that.Guess he had to actually make the commitment now. 

A week and a half after the incident, it was time to head back to duckburg and far, far away from Clarisse. Not her memory, he was pretty sure that would always haunt him, but her ability to harm him.

At least... he hoped. 

It rained the whole trip over. 

The whole trip he rarely spoke. He could only think of her.

He was pretty sure Louie could tell because when he was thinking about her, he always brought something up that was somewhat distracting. He didn’t know how he knew, but Louie knew. 

The mansion felt musty and ancient. Perhaps it was just the rain or the fact that it had been forever ago since he had been home and in duckburg. Scrooge, Duckworth, and Beakly were all there to greet him. For whatever reason, Webby wasn’t. That was odd. Louie noticed and gave her a call but she told him to stay there with Huey so he did. 

Home sweet home.

“Do you want some tea?” Donald asked, though he had already poured two cups. Huey nodded.

“thanks,” he added. Donald smiled and handed him a mug and they all sat on the couch and began to watch something stupid on tv. It might have felt nice if there wasn’t this feeling of separation and distantness about him. It was like there was a wall between him and his family, and perhaps even himself. He had gone to the bathroom twice and just stared at himself in the mirror. It didn’t feel like it was him he was looking at. A strangers beaten face and eyes stared emptily back to him. 

He hated the person in the mirror. 

Mid sip of tea the door was knocked. Duckworth disappeared, but quickly reappeared. 

“There is someone at the door for Huey,” he stated flatly. Dewey and Louie shared a nod before standing.

“We’ll answer it,” Louie stated, glancing at Huey. He quickly felt uncomfortable, taking a long sip of the tea. 

Duckworth shrugged and went back to hovering in the corner and watching the TV. Louie quickly went out of the room and headed to the door.

“Can I help you?” Louie opened the door to face...

Her. 

“I’m looking for Huey Duck. I know he lives here,” Clarisse looked up at the brothers, realizing they looked very much a lot like him. 

“He’s busy but we would be thrilled to take a message,” Louie grinned cheekily. She frowned. 

“No thank you... I’d rather talk to him face to face,” she hugged her drenched coat closer to her. Her jaw was bruised and a bit swollen. Della really did have a good punch. 

“Listen here lady. You better leave now or else we’ll call the cops or sick our ghost butler on you,” Louie glared.

“No you listen here! I love Huey and I need to tell him something!” She huffed.

“You never loved him. Get the hell out of here. Now,” Louie seethed. 

“I am not leaving until I speak with Huey,” she stood her ground, clenching her fist. Louie stepped out of the mansion, forcing her to move back. 

“You will not be talking or seeing my brother ever again, got it?” He stated.

Clarisse examined him up and down for a long time before smirking a bit.

“You’re such a pretty boy. What a shame it is that I have to do this.”

Those were the words of Turaco.

“Do what-” he didn’t get to finish his question before she punched him in the face and he landed on the ground. She spat on him and stepped over him before she felt something grab her and hold her still as Dewey came running down the stairs, followed slowly by Huey who stayed by the stairs with Donald and Della by his side ready to fight if she tried anything.

“You,” Dewey glared. 

“Get your filthy hands off of me!” She shouted. 

“Louie!” Dewey saw Louie struggling to pick himself back up from off the ground in the rain and ran past Duckworth to help him.

“You people are mad men! Get your stupid demon man off of me this instant! I just need to talk to Huey!” She shouted, keeping her eyes closed and kicking her legs wildly. Her red rain coat was dripping water onto the tile and right through Demon-Ghost Duckworth. Huey took a step forward, but Della extended her arm to stop him, but he gave her a confident look and she hesitantly lowered her it. 

He walked down the stairs and went to her. 

“Clarisse,” He spoke dry and angrily. 

“Huey,” she opened her eyes and looked at him like a wounded animal, but he didn’t fall for that trick this time. 

“Clarisse, get out of my house and get away from my family, or else I will call the police,” He said. 

“Huey, I need to talk with you in private. I-i’ve been thinking ab-about what you said a-and I-”

“Clarisse, no. I’m done with you. You caused me and my family enough pain. We're done. Get out of here and never come back,” He looked her in the eyes. She clamped up after that, understanding he was serious. 

“Huey I-”

“Just. Go.” he pointed. Duckworth let her go and she landed on her knees on the ground. She sniffled, picking herself up before walking out of the door, but not before pausing and looking over her shoulder. 

“I did love you. And you will regret this.”

And then she left.

Just... disappeared. 

It was finally over...

Huey got swarmed with hugs from everyone around him. He started to tear up with relief and joy. Finally she was gone. 

Then again...

A part of him did have a feeling it was far from over. What did she mean by 'you will regret this' anyway? He sighed. He still had a lot to go through before he would be able to be okay again. But that was okay.

Today was a start.

He was going to be okay.

He was finally free.

[janetbrown711]

"I overheard what you said," Louie

Webby was at first able to walk slowly to her car, but her pace quickened. She wasn't quite sure why, but she was getting a bad feeling.

But it was gonna be fine. She was going to arrive and Huey would be packed, and fine, and everything would be great. It would just be a great circle of good feels and healing.

Still...

The gut feeling wouldn't leave her.

Then again, everything was making her feel "gut feelings" these days. So she brushed it off.

Soon enough, she arrived at the appartment complex and she got up to Huey's floor. She was about to knock, when she heard the handle click and she bottled down the hall and hid behind a fake plant.

Out emerged Huey, a bit spaced out and laughing.

A woman followed.

"Calm down Webby. Maybe he isn't hanging out with the abusive woman. Maybe he's with... someone else. Maybe that's his landlady," she thought to herself.

"Clarisse- you left your bag," he said as he rushed back into the room for a second before returning with a purse.

"My hero," she kissed him in the cheek where a giant red mark was. That wasn't there before.

Shoot.

So that was Clarisse.

"Don't flinch when I'm trying to kiss you. I'll never hurt you if I'm happy," she smiled up at him. Webby wished nothing more but the ability to punch her in her stupid little face.

Wait a minute! Maybe she could...

"Well c'mon Huey. Let's hit the town again," just as Webby was considering lunging at her, she grabbed Huey's arm and dragged him away quickly. Webby could've sworn Huey saw her. He looked so sad...

Before Webby could get up from the plant, she heard the elevator ding twice and just like that, the dreadful couple were gone.

Webby had failed her mission.

Huey was still with her.

He had been further abused because she had left him alone and vulnerable.

Webby was going to be sick.

.o0o.

Webby's mind raced as she drove back, thinking of what to possibly tell Dewey and Louie when she got a call from none other than Dewey himself.

"Don't you dare do this over phone Webby," she told herself, glancing at the screen in her car.

"Then again... hanging up would be risky. And so would not answering. Gah!" She pressed 'pick up', still not really knowing that was what she was doing.

"Hey! Webby! How's it going?" Dewey answered. Webby's mind went blank and she forgot all 30 languages she knew.

"U-uh i-i uhm... no habla English," she shouted before hanging up.

He would know something was wrong.

Well no duh. The real problem would be kf she got another call.

And she did.

What luck.

"Hello?" Webby greeted it first, hoping that would be better.

"Hey Webs. Its me. Are you okay?" It was Louie. Webby sighed a breath of relief.

"Louie, thank goodness you were the one who called," webby said.

"Why's that?" He chuckled a bit. Webby couldn't speak again.

"Webster, you okay?" He asked. She nodded, but quickly realized he couldn't see that.

"L-look i can't talk now. Bye!" She hung up again. She made a few turns and got the hotel but found herself unable to get out of the car. Quickly, she got out her phone and sent a quick text.

"Hey Huey! Just wanted to say i overheard what you said. Well... what you and Clarisse said. Please come home... I'm sorry."

Webby sent the text. She sat for awhile before curling her knees to her chest and sobbing.

It was her fault Huey was still with that absolutely heinous woman. It was her fault he was going to suffer for who knows how much longer. She should've been more concerned and tried harder, like Dewey said.

She had failed her mission, but more importantly, she failed Huey.

Her phone buzzed with another call but she ignored it. She felt awful. Absolutely terrible. She couldn't face them. Not yet. She held herself and cried.

.o0o.

Dewey was pacing the room while Louie kept calling Webby on repeat. He had been successful every other time, but now it was just sending him straight to voicemail. It made him nervous.

"She'll be back soon, i swear," Louie told his brother. Dewey ignored him and kept pacing.

"I just... i have a bad feeling about this," Dewey said.

"I know, i know," he sighed and tried calling Webby again. Straight to voicemail. She should've been back by now.

"Do you think-"

"No."

"...but he could-"

"No. He... he wouldn't. He's smart, he's Huey. He knows what's good for him," Louie said, his confidence clearly shaking.

"Abuse did things to him. He lost his sense," Dewey crossed his arms. Louie didn't argue.

There was a soft knock at the door and a tear stained and sick looking Webby opened the door. Louie and Dewey quickly rushed to her side and helped her sit down.

"Hey webs... wh-where... where is Huey?" Dewey asked. Webby shook her head.

"I-i tried t-to go a-as fa-ast I could. B-but h-h-he wasn't- sh-she... s-she," Webby choked on her words as Louie quickly wrapped her into a hug. She sobbed into his hoodie.

Dewey stood there, visible anger building up on his face. Louie shot him a look, shaking his head. Dewey glared back at him before swinging the door open and storming out.

Anger.

"Webby, it'll be okay. We'll get him back. Maybe it's just time we call in the big guns?" Louie stroked her head.

"Like who?" She mumbled, now done with her fit of uncontrollable sobs.

"I was thinking Donald," Louie suggested. Webby looked at him.

"A-are you sure he'll convince him?" She sniffled.

"If Huey will listen to anyone at all, it'll be Donald," Louie tucked her hair back. Webby nodded.

"God, I hope you're right," Webby hugged him once more.

"Me too Webs... me too."

[janetbrown711]

“Do you have any idea how many secrets they’re keeping from you?” Said by anyone, to Huey

They said letting go or facing your worst fear face to face was the first step to recovery. Who ever they were, Huey thought they were right. He had felt a lot better since staring Clarisse down and telling her to get out of his life.

But still... those words she said, they were so ominous and promising. You'll regret this. A part of him would like to see her try to hurt him again now that he was with his whole family, but the other half knew she found ways.

She always did.

But that was in the past. He wasn't with her.

What was happening now was good. It was growth. It was change. Change with a sort of cause behind it.

He was gonna be an uncle.

Boy those words sure felt odd. Came out of nowhere too, but hey, he had been gone for... forever. So...

But hey, he had a reason to stop drinking.

...but he still couldn't do it.

The detox was just... the worst thing he had ever gone through.

He'd try so, so, so hard, but it was just... so much. He would try for a few days but then get sweaty, anxious, start seeing her again and those damned words whispered in his ear, and he would go mad trying to find a drink. It was torturous. He just couldn't do it.

Then she got her revenge.

And she got it in the best way possible.

"Still awake?" Dewey asked. Huey looked at his watch and realized it was two a.m. he nodded.

"You're dressed though..." Dewey eyed him.

"Your point?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, I'm not accusing you of anything... but if you're going to go do what i think you're going to go do, then you better not be," Dewey accused.

"Hey," Huey got defensive, "I'm going to drink i just-... need some fresh air," he huffed and put his hands in his pockets.

"You can get that here. We can go out to the balcony if you want and just have a nice chat til your insomnia wears out and you can sleep," Dewey suggested.

"You say that like it's easy," Huey twitched.

"I know, i know, I'm the only one who doesn't get it. C'mon, it'll do you some good," Dewey put a hand on his shoulder.

"Mmm... maybe one walk around the mansion. Not sure if I uh... trust myself with balconies right now. Specially since most have a mini cooler with what im trying to avoid here," Huey scratched the back of his neck.

"True true. C'mon let's go," Dewey and Huey walked down the stairs. Dewey went off to the side to grab a coat while Huey opened the door and waited.

"You ready yet?" Huey rubbed his forehead.

"Har har, safety first," he rolled his eyes as he zipped his jacket. Huey turned to walk out when he saw a box with a note that read "Huey" on the outside. He picked the note up and opened it.

"It.

Clari~"

"What you got there?" Dewey peered behind him. Huey ignored him, picking up the box and taking it inside, setting it softly on a table.

"It?" Dewey read aloud.

"This... must be the thing she said I'd regret later..." he realized.

"Do... do you want to open it?" Dewey asked. Huey pondered a bit before nodding.

"Best we get it over with," he didn't quite believe himself but the words were spoken so he opened it nonetheless.

Inside was an egg.

An egg.

An egg.

Huey's brain filled with so much panic and questions that he couldn't process them all. He stepped back and away from it, unable to react any other way.

"Y-you don't think-...?" Dewey left the question up in the air.

"I-i..." Huey ran fingers through his hair as he tried to think.

"But we don't know if it's- well... ya know... yours, per se," Dewey tried to put a spin on it but Huey shook his head.

"Couldn't be anyone else's. I-it... it... it's..." Huey couldn't finish his sentence.

"But you don't... know that. I'm just- do you even know how many secrets she may be keeping from you?" Dewey thought the words would be comforting but they weren't. Huey didn't respond, but his eyes quickly filled with tears but he burst out laughing.

"Oh of course! This is what she does for her grand finale!" He shook his head, tears now streaming down his face. "She leaves me with one last job. One final reminder that i am nothing without her or her help. That I need her," he walked away, not being able to contain his laughter.

"Huey, you don't need her," Dewey frowned.

"Oh yeah? What the hell do you suggest I do then? I-i can't do this! I-i've never been a bigger mess in my life!" He gestured to himself.

"Huey..." Dewey struggled with what to say. Huey turned his back, so he got out his phone and texted someone. In not too long Della came down the stairs in her pajamas without Huey taking notice. Della and Dewey shared a look and Dewey went away.

"Huey... are you okay?" She asked. Huey looked at her and ceased his laughter, silent tears still streaking down his face.

"Mom, I-i... I..." he glanced at the box on the table. He put a hand over his mouth and shook his head.

"I really screwed up this time," he looked at her. She didn't say anything, this time just going in to hug him.

"I-I'm not ready for this," he sniffled.

"I know baby, it's okay," she soothed.

"I-i can't possibly do this alone," Huey said.

"But you won't be, Huey. You got a family here that loves and supports and understands you all the way. I mean hey, look who you're talking to here," she leaned back to look him in the eyes while still hugging.

"I-i guess you're right..." he sniffled, wiping his face with his sleeve.

"As always, i am your mom after all," her joke managed to make him chuckle at least a little.

"I-i just... don't even know where to start," he admitted.

"Don't worry. I'll help you with that," she comforted, "where is it and we can get started?"

Huey pointed to the box and they walked to the table together before Della examinded it.

"It's a tiny lil' guy. You boys were much bigger, but even the doctor admitted jt was a bit of an abnormality," Della nudged Huey, which made him briefly crack a smile. Della touched the egg and had to stiffle a gasp.

"Huey, get some blankets. I'll turn some light on," she ordered. She tried not to sound worried but Huey could tell and quickly ran to the living room and grabbed some blankets. When he came back Della was cradling it in her arms.

"Put the blankets in the box," she said. Huey quickly obeyed and Della then set it down.

"Is something wrong already?" Huey asked, fidgeting nervously.

"No no, its okay. It was just... a little cold, but nothing that can't be fixed soon. It'll be okay Huey, just take a deep breath," Della instructed, and Huey copied. He looked at the egg for a long moment and realized he no longer felt the paralyzing fear he had felt earlier. He smiled at his mom.

"I'm glad to have you back Mom," he side hugged her.

"I'm glad to be here too, kiddo," she hugged him back. They stayed hugging in silence a moment before Della asked him when he was going to tell Donald.

"I uh... was hoping never?" He sheeped. Della broke out laughing.

"Trust me when I say this kid: that doesn't work. I tried," she snorted, "it's like he has a sixth sense for it."

"Okay, okay, when he wakes up then," he chuckled too.

"Good. Cuz there really is no need to hide it. He can't hurt you, he's Donald. Loves you al to death," she punched his arm. He nodded.

"Yeah, i know, i know," he yawned.

"You should go get your rest. I'll find a heat lamp and we can talk more about this tomorrow. You're gonna need your beauty rest while you can get it," Della told.

"Oh shoot. I guess you're right, huh," he chuckled nervously.

"Hey... relax kiddo. You got this. You'll be a great dad," she put her hands on the sides of his head and embraced it.

"Thanks Mom... it means a lot," Huey said.

"Seriously though, don't worry though. You have all of our support and together we can help you get through any troubles you might have. Just say the word and any of us will be there, got it?" She said seriously. Huey nodded.

"Of course. I have the best family in the world, and i am never going to run away from them again."

[janetbrown711]

“Do you like them more than me?” Huey

When Webby left the apartment, Huey was left alone with an empty feeling in his stomach. It felt so good and yet so terrible to finally tell someone what he's been going through, and that it was bad.

It was bad.

It is bad.

It's like she has eyes all over the city. She would always find out if he so much as made eye contact with another girl.

She would find out about this. She'd find out about Webby. She wouldn't like that. Not one bit.

Which was why Webby planned to take him home before she was expecting him at the club.

But she could still find out and come by right now.

Huey looked at the door, waiting for her to burst in at any moment. But she didn't. He shuddered.

Slowly, he got himself up from the couch and went to the cabinet and robotically opened a beer. Halfway through he stopped himself. He didn't want to drink. He wanted to stop. He never liked it. She convinced him to. It tasted awful.

He looked down at it.

He shoved it away and went to his room to start packing. He hurriedly shoved in several shirts, not even bothering to fold them. He grabbed as many things as would fit in his brown duffle, which was quite a bit. He glanced over at her side of the room at her money bin.

He knew half of it belonged to him.

She would always ask for his money.

It belonged to him.

He reached in and took a handful and shoved that in the bag.

That... that she would definetly notice.

He put it in the bag anyway, but zipped it closed so he wouldn't have to see it. He didn't want to open the bag until it was all over.

He put it under the bed for his own sake when the door creaked open.

"Huey? I came home early~"

Clarisse.

Panic filled his mind. She wasn't supposed to be here. Webby was. He was supposed to leave. She was supposed to be out. Not here. Not here to find out and stop him.

"Dearest?" She went into the room.

"H-hi Clari," he stood in front of the bed.

"Huey, your face looks like a tomato. It isn't attractive," she patted his head and went to her mirror.

"R-right," he cleared his throat.

"Why are you nervous? It's just me," she rolled her eyes at him. He kept his mouth shut.

"What? So quiet? If I didn't love my boyfriend so completely i would say you're hiding something from me," she said as she reapplied some eyeshadow.

"H-how was your outing?" He realized he had no idea what she had gone out to go do.

"Fine," she looked down and looked at her money jar.

Crap.

"Huey, why is money missing from my jar?" She looked at him.

"I-i uh..." he scurried to think of an excuse. She turned to look him in the eye.

"Huey, you aren't hiding anything from me are you? I don't know how i could sleep at night if i knew you were hiding something from me," she asked, her tone trying to be soft but there was a sharp danger to it. It was a voice he had heard several times before.

"I promise I'm not," he tried to smile reassuringly.

"Huey, do you think I'm an idiot?" She asked, tracing her fingers up his arm.

"Of course not!" He protested.

"Then where is my money?" She got very close to him. Uncomfortably so.

"I-i..." he glanced under the bed, but once she started to follow his eyes he spoke up again, "I didn't want to tell you! B-but... i am planning a surprise gift."

"Oh? Well you could've said so. But use your own money. I want it back, please," she grinned and held her hand out. Huey froze.

"C'mon Hubert. Tick tock. We gotta head out soon," she tapped her foot.

"I-i don't want to," he said.

"Don't want to what? Don't get vague with me now, mister," She warned, her head tilting ever so slightly.

"I don't want to go out," he clenched his fist anxiously.

"Oh don't kid yourself, of course you. Now hand over the money, Hubert." He always hated the way she said his name.

"I don't want to drink anymore. I'm done and I'm tired," Huey put his foot down.

"Tired of what? Me? Are you saying you don't love me?" She put her hands on her chest.

"Clari-"

"Don't 'Clari' me. What do you mean you don't want to go out and drink anymore? You aren't having fun anymore? You think you know better than I on how to have a good life? You think I'm a bore and tire you?"" She put her hands on her hips.

"Honestly?! At times?! Yes!" He made the mistake of raising his voice. Clarisse striked him across the face so hard he fell onto the bed.

"Huey, you are my boyfriend. You go on dates with me, you go out with me, and you drink with me. You got that?" She told, her voice cold as ice. He didn't respond. Soon, he heard her footsteps exit the room and she went to the kitchen. His cheek burned. He sat up and looked at himself in the mirror. It left a red print. He stayed frozen, analyzing his own reflection without any actual thought. His chest felt heavy, and empty.

Eventually, he heard crying from the kitchen.

Sighing, he went to see what was the matter.

He found Clarisse sitting by the counter with his phone, sobbing her eyes out with two drinks. One had a lemon, the other didn't.

"Clari?" Huey asked softly.

"Don't talk to me. I-I'll just bore you," she sobbed.

"Clarisse, why do you have my phone?" He sighed tiredly.

"I-i read y-your messages. Y-you like th-this girl m-more th-than me," she wailed into her hands.

"Clarisse, that's just my sister-in-law," he sat down next to her.

"S-so?" She ignored him.

"She... she means nothing to me," he lied.

"H-huey... look me in the eyes a-and tell me: do you like them more than me?" She sniffled. Huey glanced at his phone. It was his family. His family who actually gave a darn about his wellbeing and wanted what was best for him. Of course he liked them more than her. All she had ever done to him was trick him and lie and cheat him.

"Of course not." It was like the words were preprogrammed in his mind. Once they were said though, they couldn't be taken back. She grabbed his collar and kissed him. He could feel her tears against his cheeks.

"You love me," she smiled at him.

"Of course. Who wouldn't love someone as beautiful as you?" He said half heartedly. It was something he had repeated many times before whenever she got insecure.

"So you'll drink with me then?" She gave him a glass. He looked into it, then back at her and sighed.

"I-i don't know..." he sheeped.

"Just one, and we can stay here? Please?" She pleaded. Huey closed his eyes, trying to ignore that one look she had perfected to an art to get him to do what she wanted, but he was weak. He sighed and nodded.

"Whatever you say my dear," he said.

"That's my Huey," she smiled and kissed him again as she handed him the one with the lemon. He took it, and solemnly accepted that his place was with her now, and it always would be.

[janetbrown711]

Maybe some younger Clarisse?

[janetbrown711]

May i ask who Clarisse is? Im new!

No worries man!

Clarisse Eider is an abusive girlfriend Huey had during his years of college. She's also the mother of my oc Hazel, which Huey raises as a single dad. (They part for reasons obvious in the story).

And she looks like this

I think i need to redraw the colored one...

Anyway, if you have any more questions feel free to ask :)

[gladstone-gunder]

It looks ugly, but it’s clean/Oh, mama, don’t fuss over me

The way she shows me I’m hers and she’s mine/Open-hand or closed-fist would be fine/The blood is rare/and sweet as cherry wine

@janetbrown711 it’s the devil-woman

[janetbrown711]

A6 Clarisse

She bad woman

[janetbrown711]

Her.

Everyone has a shadow. They come in all shapes and all sizes. It follows you day in, and day out. It stays in the back of your mind, like the plague.

Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, they don't go away. Even if you had never even met your shadow face to face, it still looms over you and controls you. It can even control others. It can makes them laugh, make them yell, make them tease. It makes you want to cry, you want it to go away, but there it remains.

Hollow and empty,

Always watching,

And most certainly never forgotten.

Her shadow never wanted to be with her. Her shadow had wanted an end, she always had. That had been her whole life, wishing for something better than this, that it constantly reminded the girl.

The girl's father constantly said and soothed that it wasn't her fault, but the shadow always spoke otherwise, its words like an addictive poison.

Sure, your father appears love you dearly Hazel, it sneers, but don't you understand how easy life would be without you? Do you think he really wants you? I most certainly didn't.

And on and on.

Day in, and day out.

Hazel despised her shadow. She had decided that quite early on, but no matter how much she hated and hated it, it lived on, whispering in her ear.

Your friend doesn't really like you. Who would like you? You hide yourself in sweaters and bangs, you look like a mess. A motherless train wreck. Maybe if you were more like me, you'd be more liked.

Never did she let others know what was behind her as she walked, what was always in the back of her mind. Especially her best friend or her father. He would tell her it wasn't real, and Selena would despise her.

At least... That's what the shadow said.

It was funny, how much you can hate in thing and yet, you still continue to listen to it. You know its wrong, but at the same time, it feels right. You know it has done nothing but torture you and make you despise yourself, but you can't help but listen to it.

It's also funny how people can share the same shadow and not even notice.

Oh yes, father daughter shared the same shadow, the simple silhouette of the red mistress. She spoke in a similar, poisonous way to both.

She deserves much better and much more than you to him.

You don't deserve him to her.

This is all your fault to both.

I'd be alive if you had tried harder to him.

I'd be alive if you weren't here to her.

A vicious pattern for a vicious shadow that echoed and followed their every move.

If you only you had been more careful

If only you hadn't been born

On and on.

Day in and day out.

Empty,

Foreboding,

And most certainly not forgotten.

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Real tired Hazel mom I forgot her name I'm sorry

Hangovers

(Erasing is hard on this paper)

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I added the twins (Eric and Evelyn), Beatriz, and the devil woman herself (Clarisse)

....so i created my ocs in Picrew...

Im sure you can see who is who xD

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Hey y'all

Im bored and anxious so I'm taking asks and requests about ocs, aus, etc.

My ocs include my next gens (Selena, Miles, Lucy and Hazel), Eva Colibri (lenas hummingbird gf), Clarisse Eider (Hueys abusive ex), and the Coveys (Beatriz, Eric and Evelyn). Im also willing to draw my Empress ocs (Lune, Etoile, Rever, etc.) but most of y'all dont know them xD

I'll also answer any questions about my fics too

So feel free to send questions and/or requests for me to draw em. I'll also draw your ocs if I'm feeling up to it

[janetbrown711]

“Nobody’s seen you in days.” Huey Dewey adults

Huey hadn't thought about his family in months. A part of it seemed odd, but never out of place. He was simply focused in others things: his studies, Clarisse, things like that. He was... busy. Plain and simple.

Plus, if anything, him not contacting home was a good thing. He was getting over his homesickness with her help. And he was in love. Surely, they'd understand that.

Well one day out of the blue, Dewey decided to stop by. Out of the blue. Uninvited. But Huey wasn't home, so Dewey had to call him while he was out about with Clarisse at Ganders.

"Hey, Huey? Is that you?" Dewey asked.

"Yeah. What reason do you have to call me? And now?" Huey tapped his foot, already impatient.

"Dude, calm down. You are mad aggresive right now," Dewey chuckled behind the phone.

"That doesn't answer the question," he rubbed his forehead.

"...Do you not realize people haven't heard from you in forever? Nobody's seen you in days. Months even. What's up? Where have you been?" Dewey's voice was much more concerned than Huey was used to. He paused for a long time.

"I've... just been busy. School work and yeah..." he scratched the back of his neck.

"I know, we get that, but... well... you left your place unlocked and it was a wreck. There were bottles and just... a mess everywhere. Not like the Huey I know. I came to visit but now... I'm just worried about you bro. Are you okay?" His question lingered in the air as he looked as the clubs doors opened and closed, their bright lights and loud music blaring against what was arguably a calm and quiet summer night. He closed his eyes and sighed, soaking in the air around him.

"Maybe I've been a little off my game... but my grades are fine," Huey cleared his head.

"Your grades aren't the only thing that matters," Dewey pointed out.

"I know that. I'm even seeing someone. Clarisse," Huey stood his ground.

"Clarisse? How come you've never told me about her before? When'd you break up with Kaity?" Dewey asked.

"A... while ago," Huey avoided the details.

"Huey, you used to tell us everything. What happened to you?" His voice grew more and more concerned with each word. It made him irritated.

"Look, i said I'm fine so I'm fine, alright?!" Huey shouted into the phone.

"Woah, woah, calm down," Dewey's voice replied.

"Just... shut up. I'm fine. Leave me alone," Huey ended the calm with a huff, but before heading back inside he sat on a bench by the building. Not too long though, because in a moment Clarisse came and wrapped an arm around him.

"Was it that reckless brother of yours? Don't listen to him. He doesn't know what he's talking about," she coaxed and soothed him.

"I don't know... maybe he does have a point," he sighed.

"Baby, he doesn't know what we have. Its like no other," she lifted his chin to look her in the eyes, her golden crown shinning in the moonlight, making her like a goddess.

"I-i don't know... i do feel a little guilty for not saying anything to them," he clutched his phone in his hand.

"What? You're saying I'm not good enough? That I'm not family?" Clarisse scooted away, offended.

"No, no, no! I'm not saying that at all! I just-" he sighed, "He's my triplet brother. I just... feel bad is all."

"So I'll never be like Dewey to you?" She crossed her arms.

"No, I'm not saying that at all. If anything, you're on a whole other level. You're... well... you're perfect. I'm insanely lucky you have you. You're fun, beautiful, insane, wild, and I love you," Huey held her hands.

"You are very, very lucky Hue. You would be a lost little boy drowning in his studies and loneliness without me. I am your night in shinning armour teaching you how to live. You ought to be grateful i found you when I did," she booped his nose and he chuckled.

"Yeah... you're right. I have it pretty good, don't I?" He smiled.

"And don't you dare forget it. The rest of them don't, and never will, know how good you have it. You're in the heights of infinity! You are living in the twenty first century with the goddess of fun and pleasure leading your way! How on earth could they ever even start to grasp such a concept? And how could you ever forget?" She stood on the bench, raising her arms in the air. Huey chuckled.

"I'd have to be simply insane," he stood on the bench and kissed her.

"Quite," she smirked.

"I love you," he put his arms around her neck and kissed her again.

"Not anywhere near as much as I love you. I simply don't know how I would even live without you. That's how much you mean to me," she kissed him again, longer and more passionately though. Huey laughed.

"C'mon, you're too sober. Let's get you a drink," she grabbed his arm and dragged him back into the club to party the whole night away.

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“You say forget, but I'll remind you

You can try to hide but you know that I will find you

’Cause if you won’t grieve me

You won’t leave me behind,”

[janetbrown711]

Why am I addicted to drawing this horrible woman? Why????!!!!