Warning: self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts/suicide attempt(s)
The first time was when he was five years old. Doofus had talked back to his mother and she'd yanked on his right leg so hard it was amazing it hadn't come out of it's socket.
His mother's name was Briana Drake, his father, John Drake. His mother was a chubby, and alcoholic drunk addict. His father was a handsome and kind duck, he's not interested of alcohol or beer.
His mother had always been rough with him no matter what she'd been doing. If she brushed his hair, she pulled it. If she gave him a bath, she turned the faucet on full blast and stuck his tiny head under it, causing him to shriek from the pain of the strong current hitting his head and all the loud noise.
When Doofus Drake was a baby, he was like a new toy for his mother to play with. When he reached school age it was like his mother got tired of her new toy, and mostly started leaving him for his dad to raise.
Except of course, when she was in a bad mood and needed to take it out on someone. That someone would be Doofus.
Doofus would be yelled at, called names, put down, slapped across the face, spanked, and punished when he didn't deserve it.
His dad, while he shielded him from the abuse getting too bad, also enabled his mother by defending her and making excuses for her actions. Of course, he wanted a divorce and they argue because his mom have a affair with another guy. Doofus had never heard his parents sound so upset before. Lately, his mom and dad have been yelling at each other more and more. Of course, Doofus never said anything about it and he knew better than to jump into their grown affairs.
"Why the fuck did you think it was okay to go snooping around in my shit? Yes, I've had an affair! Is that what you wanted to hear!" his mom yelled.
Doofus, being the sensitive little boy he was, barely manages restraining himself as his dad replied back.
"What about Doofus, huh, you sorry? What are you going to tell him? You cheated on me with a another man!"
Doofus stumbled back as his mother and father went at it, then turned and bolted for his room. Collapsing on his bed, he buried his face in his pillow, keeping his screams muffled as much as possible.
He had never heard either of them using such powerful language. Never. And it made him sick.
"Doofus? Doofus?"
Doofus was still laying on his bed, his tears soaking his pillow. His dad walked fully and closed the door. Then he went and sat next to his five year old son laying a small hand on his trembling a shoulder.
"Doofus? What's wrong, little buddy?" His dad asked, keeping his voice low.
Doofus sat up, his eyes red and puffy from crying. "Dad, you… and Mom... were fighting, and I thought you...y-you..." He choked up again, and was unable to finish.
His dad hissed under his breath. He knew it. Damn, why hadn't he told him to keep away? "Fighting? As in hitting?" he asked.
Doofus shook his head. "Y-Y-You were y-yelling...at each other. Cussing a lot, too. I thought you and mom supposed to love each other."
"Come on little buddy," he pull his son into his lap and wipe his tear. "Sometime, mommy and daddy doesn't love each other and you know Mommy and Daddy have been arguing a lot lately, and we always seem to be in a grumpy mood with each other. Sometimes things happen with mommies and daddies. We're really sorry that it happened, but it's not anything you've done, you didn't do anything wrong. Well, Daddy has decided that he needs to take some time and he's going to move out on his own. Daddy is going to move in with grandpa and see how he likes living on his own. You'll still get to see me when I wasn't working, so at least every other weekend you'll get to spend with your daddy and grandpa— won't that be cool?"
Doofus looked up at him. "Dad?"
His dad looked at him. "Don't be afraid, okay? I'll never leave you, and you know that."
Doofus smiled a little. "I know, dad. You're best dad ever!" he happily said.
His dad replied with chuckled
"Promise?"
"I'm promise."
But, promise can't last forever. Of course, his parents did got a divorce and Doofus hoping that he'll live with his dad and his grandfather but his dad lost a custody battle of his son. So Doofus has to live with his mom and move in a horrible neighborhood. A young duck looked around the neighborhood. Doofus was horrified.
As far as he could see in his window, all the homes and complexes were run down, some to the point where a slight stomp, and it looked like the thing could cave in. There were homeless people staggering drunkenly on the other side of the street, some asking passerby for change. Graffiti covered every surface that was there, and it smelled like Death had hit that area twice.
His mother's abuse was mostly verbal and emotional. Doofus self esteem was shot. He felt useless and worthless, and stupid.
At first he blamed himself, thought that maybe if he tried harder to be a better son, then maybe his mother would love him more. As he got older however, he gradually began to realize that it was his mother who had the problem, not him, and he began to hate and resent him as much as he feared her.
"I wish I'd never had you," his mother would say cruelly. Or perhaps she'd call him a stupid spoiled and chubby brat.
If Doofus tried to stand up for himself, he was punished. If he even complained that something wasn't fair, he was punished. If he slammed a door in anger or frustration, he was punished.
At this times, Doofus started to hated his life. Other times he wished his mother was dead. His heart hurt so much… he saw a new on tv that his dad and his grandfather was murder by a intruder that broke into their home, but the murder has not been found yet. He cried, except his mom, who wasn't crying but look like she was envious. But, if he ever left her, she'd have nobody. And if she passed on, he'll be alone in the world.
He alway wondering why, why wasn't she cry too? Which made him suspicious that his mom did this. But he didn't find any proof. That was until he was cleaning his mom closet and find a shoe box, he found a pictures, and a journal.
He thought that it was rude to look through at people stuff that's privately and none of his business, he shone his head and began open a shoe box. Lucky, his mom was at the bar like everyday and wouldn't be home around midnight or something.
He open the shoe box and so far, Doofus found a heap of photos, and papers with random money amounts written all over them. Most of the work seemed to be calculations, though that wasn't the reason why he were in such disbelief.
He was looking at another object, something that was questioning everything he'd ever believe about his mom. That was until he found a journal. He open and read most of diary entries and most to it was just random that he couldn't explain. In middle of the page, there was a strange circle and that is either look like blood or wine. But he did found something that shock him.
"I hire a man to kill my ex-husband and his dad, and finally kill that stupid man and his dad are now death, I am so happy that both of them are now done.
I am so tired of him, with his kind heart and other shit. He's so annoying like Doofus. Doofus is so stupid, fat, clumsy, and alway mess up! I wear, if that son of the bitch, do anything stupid, I will motherfucking kill him."
"Mom…. kill them!?" He heard a door slam behind him and it was his mom, standing there holding a beer in her hand. He know that he is big trouble. His mom throws a bottle at him and lucky he dodge it. He quickly rush to his room and lock it. He heard his mom yelling at him and banging on the door. She threat him that if he tell anyone about this, she will kill him.
Few year later, Doofus was now twelve years old, he'd join a Junior Woodchucks scout, he met Launchpad McQuack, a Junior Woodchucks Scoutmaster and a pilot, and then there Huey, Dewey, Louie, the triplets, and the girl duck name Webby. To Launchpad, Doofus feel safe around him, he's his role mole and he look up to him ever since, wanted to be like him, he's like a dad to him. But the abuse had continued, he have a scars and buried over his body which is why he wore a long navy blue jacket with long sleeve to hide it and through it all, Doofus remained ever gentle, loyal, clumsy, kind, hungry, comical, accident-prone, happy-go-lucky, helpful and kind Duck, for with each dawn he found new hope that someday, his dreams of happiness would come true.
And that was Chapter one. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and just I was too excited to post it and wanted to see what you guys thought about it.
And I alway wondering of who's Doofus parents in original Ducktales, he only mentioned his grandfather and not his parents. And this hit me, was Doofus being abuse? They never confirmed who Doofus parents and why his parents didn't appear in the show? I imagine that his dad was cool and his mom was a drunk active.
Please review if you can, I would like to see your thoughts about the story so far! Review are the best form of motivation! Let me know what you think and see you all for the next chapter. :)