I couldn't stay from the writing biz too long before another plot bunny made its home in my head and refuses to leave. So that's why this story is happening!
Nothing of what happened in Dreams and Reality applies to this story, it is completely separate x)
Yeah, I'm certain this plot has been done before, but at least this will be written in my own style ;P
Enjoy!
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It was 2:35 am.
Sleepless nights were not uncommon for a green duckling in green button-up pajamas. As a matter of fact, he'd already memorized some routines that went throughout the night as dawn approached.
In about 30 minutes Donald was going to quietly open their room to make sure not one of them had escaped overnight and that they were sleeping. In about 90 minutes, a toilet would be heard flushing, indicating Scrooge got up to use it before heading back to sleep. 3 hours from 2:35am, now 2:36 am, the vacuum would turn on, indicating Mrs. Beakley was up and cleaning the house. At 6:00am a loud honking sound would be heard, announcing Launchpad's arrival just as the suns Ray's were beginning to peak through the window. Upon the clock ticking 7am the sounds of pans and pots clanging would be heard, along with the delicious aroma of food being made.
Delicious, if it could actually be enjoyed.
Finally, at 8am, just when he would start to feel sleep creeping up on him he would hear movement in the beds above him, Huey being the earlier riser. The middle triplet would then smack the younger triplet in the face with his pillow and demand that he "WAKE UUUUUP!"
He'd give them the lazy smile.
They'd tussle around a bit, having a pillow fight. Webby would then join in, and win.
They would get called down to breakfast.
And the day would start all over again.
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Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Louie placed the blanket over his head and turned away from the door just as the hall light flooded in. It must have been 3am.
Footsteps made their way to the ducklings, up the small ladder, then down. He felt a hand ruffle his hair as he did his best to pretend he was sleeping.
Webbed feet smacked across the room and the light reduced until it was a small strip at the bottom of the door. Then it was turned off, followed by retreating footsteps.
He sighed and pulled out his phone. The light made him squint momentarily.
3:01 AM.
Yeah. This was going to be another one of those days.
Alright. Just a little sample of what this new story will be about but I'm sure you could tell with the summary Haha x) please review!
See ya'll next time!