Power Play
By perper
Prologue
"Quackerjack!"
It wasn't entirely his fault; mostly, but not entirely. Quackerjack, of course, couldn't possibly get this point across to the diminutive mallard that had grabbed him by the collar and was turning a very interesting shade of red. It never ceased to amaze him that no matter how many times he'd suffered sheer terror at the hands of Negaduck, he never became accustomed to the feeling. Negaduck had the talent of being able to literally scare people anew every time he became angry or just wanted something.
"I…It wasn't…But I-"
"Shut up you worthless clown!"
Quackerjack shot a pleading glance at the remaining three, who promptly looked away. Their desire to help their friend was outweighed by their fear of Negaduck.
At the bottom of the flight of stairs were the remains of a device. "That," Negaduck pulled Quackerjack into a headlock and spun around to face the debris, "was my ticket home. You broke it!" Negaduck went from firm to raving lunatic within seconds. He became even more terrifying as he suddenly smirked and lowered his voice. "What are you going to do about it?" This was bad. No matter what the jester uttered he would be wrong. Doing the smartest thing he'd done all night, he stayed quiet and waited for Negaduck to answer himself.
"I thought so." Negaduck dropped Quackerjack and deliberated on the situation. "Megavolt, can you fix it?"
"I- I believe so." Megavolt stuttered.
"Get to it. At least someone around here is useful." Negaduck shot Quackerjack a death glare and lead the rest of the Fearsome Five down to collect the device. Quackerjack remained on his hands and knees at the top of the stairs; torn between jealousies, hatred, powerlessness, and insignificance.
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"Dark, darling, how about dinner tonight?" Morgana put on a seductive tone to make her plea sound all the more inviting.
"Sorry Morg, I can't. Gosalyn came down with this horrible virus. Y'know, the one that's been going around. I'm really worried about her; she spent all morning throwing up. Plus, there's that string of arsons. Darkwing Duck is going to have his hands full." Drake answered, straining to keep the phone to his ear while he started the laundry.
"Oh, the poor dear. I hope she feels better soon." Morgana stopped and stayed quiet for a moment. With slight grief she said, "It's just that…we haven't seen each other as much lately. I miss you."
"I miss you too, sweetie. I promise we'll do something soon. I love you." Drake sighed.
"I love you too. Bye."
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Perper says: Well, this is the beginning. I'm going to warn you here and now that the characters will be slightly out of character. The idea of this story is far-fetched as it is, but I must write it. This idea has been eating away at me for a while. Constructive criticism is welcome.