Disclaimer: Darkwing Duck and his cannon fiends and friends belong to the Disney Corporation. As such, no actual ducks, rats, bats, bulls, plants, demons, chickens, windows, zombies, dogs, robots, F.O.W.L installations, etc were harmed in the making of this mental excursion.
Chapter One: A Random Selection
"At last ... ultimate power!" Negaduck finished adjusting his new ray gun. "With this little baby, nobody is gonna stop me!" His new toy had just happened to fall into his hands ... once he'd eliminated the scientists, and of course those pesky military guards had to go. It had been an easy job with the right firepower. He laughed to himself.
"Now all I need is to test it out on some worthless sap." He pointed the targeting unit out the window and set his sights on a random late night pedestrian. "Hey, why be fussy? Any sap will do." He pressed the trigger.
Right machine, correct adjustments … Wrong pedestrian.
Negaduck slammed the window shut, and backed away in wide-eyed shock. He about-faced and ran to the door just as the window pane shattered.
Negaduck skidded to a stop outside the building, slammed the exterior door shut behind him and gasped for breath. He tried to reason off the panic. "No way ... am I gonna let ... an irrational fear ..." The door burst open behind him and he pelted down the sidewalk in spite of himself. But he knew he couldn't keep running forever.
He spied a large dumpster. No bed of roses, it would be quite repulsive smelling for his pursuer. He skidded to a stop and dived in headlong. He slammed the lid down over him and then waited with baited breath. There was a sound of footsteps on the concrete, which came and after a long while, went away again.
Negaduck waited a few more minutes, before he cautiously looked out over the top of the dumpster. There was nothing waiting for him out there. He got out, and headed back to his hideout, brushing off a banana peel from his hat as he went.
His ray gun worked, and would be his ticket to possessing all the power in St Canard. Maybe, except for that crazed nightmare he'd used it on and therefore set loose upon himself. Well, he knew he had to fix that. And he knew just the patsy he was looking for.
The dog lay on top of the hotel bed, listening to jazz on the radio, reading a tourist brochure for the Audubon national park. His ears pricked and he looked up, watching the door handle turn. He glanced across the room. On the table was the key to unlock the door.
"What the ...!" Manny Hardly barked in shock, sitting up as he watched the bony, bedraggled duck shape step into the hotel room.
"Geez, Laura, how'd someone manage to suck that much life out of you? You look a hundred years old."
She stood there, teetering unhealthily in front of him, gazing at his neck. "I'm so hungry."
"You didn't get the sod back," he stated the obvious, "how come?"
She went over to the window and closed the curtain on the dawn in response.
"Come here, baby." He held out his arms for her. She climbed onto the bed. "That's no good you bein' like this." She curled herself up in his arms. "You'll get him at sunset. Then we can meet on up at the Heart and Spade Club."
She purred in his arms, and he groaned as she sank her teeth into his neck.