"The world is a dark and cruel abyss, an abyss filled with obscerities, lies, death, bloodshed, and even desires. I should know, I faced each and every evil that the world thrown at me. However there has been some instances of light that shines on the darkness, mysteries all around just waiting to be solved, to rewrite history as we see it. So cheers, to this evil world full of mystery, and on a note, it's time to let the devil rise up from inside."
Birds began to chirp as the sun glows through the windows of one of the world's most richest, a multi trillionaire scottish duck who goes by the name of Scrooge McDuck. A yawn sounding in the back as the old duck stands up from his bed, cane in hand as he changes into his red shirt with black trim, his spectacles plopped onto his bill, top hat on his feathered head, and blue shows on his feet.
He gazes in the mirror smiling at the reflection as his too familiar scottish accent speaks, "Good morning." He says to himself as he walks out of his bedchambers, the sound of laughter immediately heard as he gazes down the halls seeing three familiar faces.
The trio he sees are the old bird's nephews, the first and oldest clad in a red short sleeved shirt, a baseball cap on his head, Huey. The second being the middle child and the one who seeks the most adventure dubbed Dewey, wearing his long sleeved blue shirt. Finally the third and youngest, Louie who dawns on a relaxed and carefree face as he smiles, sporting his green hoodie which he wears with pride. Today is a big day for these 3, for it's their 16th birthday.
The old duck smiles brightly, hard to think he had only met them for the first time 6 years ago, back then they were so immature and got into trouble almost round the clock, but now...they are still immature and get into trouble possibly once a week.
The trio smile happily as they head to the den, on the inside a female duck around their age looks smiling, "Hey there guys!" This female fashionably wears a pink bow on the side of her head, a purple skirt flowing just right above her knees, a pink shit covered by a indigo vest.
The trio greeted their friend Webby, smiles on their faces as she looks up happily. Their greetings are cut short as a voice sounds that is semi-intelligible, "Alright boys!" They turn to the person seeing a duck wearing a blue sailor uniform with white trim and a sailor hat as well as he smiles holding a large cake colored white, red, blue, and green, 16 candles lit on top. The trio smile greatly as the cake is brought down before them.
Scrooge enters smiling as a muscular duck wearing a pilot like uniform, and a duck with a pompadour hair style, wearing a teal vest, a purple tie, a yellow shirt, and a purple business coat. The trio smile greatly as the 5 closest friends and family surround them as they blow out their candles.
Party poppers spray confetti around the three as everyone cheers, the teenage trifecta smiling as they hug each of them in joy.
The entire morning devoted into celebration for them, everyone seems to show great joy, and one seems to get ticked off at the constant noise getting into one of his iconic rage moments. As everyone parties, Scrooge receives a call and answers it. "Hello?"
The voice on the other began to speak that moment, "Umm Mr. McDuck you have a visitor." "Visitor? Well tell him to leave, this is a special day for me nephews." "Yeah but sir..." "You heard me did you not just cast him out." "He says though that he's now part of your family though." Those words makes the old duck's eyes widens in shock as he says under his breath, "Let him in."
The gates open up as the siblings look outside wondering what's going on, as they gaze to the windows they see what looks to be a person around their height wearing a black cloak as he steps to the door, an ominous feeling of dread in the air around him. The ducks run up to the front door, Donald and Webby by their side as Scrooge answers it looking out to the person. "Who may you be?"
The mysterious person looks up and gives a sigh as if he was dissapointed. "Your problem now, that's what I am." The cloaked person hands the duck a legal document as the old man grabs it reading it. "A will?" The old duck begins to read in a muttering way as the mysterious person speaks over him. "You owe my father a favor, his surname was Quill, full name was Drake Quill, last week he passed away by illness and since I had no other relatives he decided to cash in that favor by sending me all the way here, in all news his last request was for me to be adopted by your family...much to my horror."
Scrooge's eyes widens as all is in order as he looks up. "So what? Your now like a son or something?" "More like step-nephew or whatever." The mysterious person looks over after hearing a small cry of joy as Scrooge looks back to the trio of teenagers. Dewey gazes over smiling, "So that makes you our brother or cousin? That's awesome!" "Call me whatever you like...not like I'll accept it."
The trio caught off guard by that and stares. Scrooge clears his throat looking up to the cloaked person. "I see, but may i ask your name and that you removed that rag off of your back." The figure before them sighs once more as he pulls the cloak off.
Standing before the McDuck Clan is a duck like them, age 16 like the trio of teens, his feathers styled in a way that it covers his left eye, the eye seen by them is blue like a sapphire, underneath is a black shirt with a black leather jacket on top, a silver chain connecting to the bottom of said jack to the right sleeve, which leads to a black glove that has two sleeves for the fingers missing, leaving three others to cover the others, a red gem crested on the back of said glove.
"My name is just Blake, don't get too excited." The trio stares at him shocked at the initial look as if they were suspecting something else. The black cladded duck glares at the trio and walks into the mansion taking in the first room as he is memorizing the whole place. "This is the McDuck Manor? Disappointing ." Scrooge gives a glare at the teen as he walks looking into the den seeing the cake on the table...his hands clench up as he glares at it, a small growl under his voice as he leaves instantly. "Nothing more vexing than the day you are brought into the world, where's my room?" Scrooge glares slamming cane on the tiles.
"Show some respect, your room will be next to the boys, I can have someone bring your things-" "Don't bother, not like I have anything in the first place." The black duck leaves up the stairs as Scrooge walks up. "Now, now, what's the rush come celebrate with my nephews, they certainly would-" "Enjoy the company? Yeah right, like I want to spend a second partying over someone or some people I just met. In the end everything is Hell." Scrooge growls. "How dare you!" The newcomer walks up to the bedroom that is designated as his. "Screw off old timer." He slams the room door leaving Scrooge to growl.
Donald glares up anger rising, "The nerve of that guy!" Scrooge nods as he looks to the teens who gaze up at the new family member's room.
It's now the afternoon, a total of 3 hours passed since the new member had arrived, the three teens are talking with Webby on their own, about their jet black sibling. Huey crosses arms as he stand behind a coffee table, "Just what's with him, being all negative like that. Coming into our home, on our birthday only to make it sound like its meaningless." Reclined in a chair beside him Louie yawns, "It's obvious he just hates everything." Webby who is on the couch stares. "To think he got a way in your family only to disrespect it, talk about ungrateful, he just got the chance of the lifetime to join the McDuck family!"
As they speak Dewey taps the tip of his bill, "Maybe he's misunderstood, there should be a reason why he acts this way." Huey glares to his brother tapping his foot, "Yeah and the reason is that he's a jerk with a heart pitch black!" "It can't be that, maybe there was something that made him so angry with the world. Maybe it's his dad's fault, we don't know what he was like so he's still an option." Louie looks over staring, "Sooo your idea is that we go up to the black cloud of doom and gloom and ask what's up?" "YES!"
The older and younger brothers along with their friend stares at their blue colored brother as if he was crazy, but as the thought sunk in they smile grinning to one another. "Let's do it." Dewey smiles as they head out of the den.
The 4 ducks come up to the new family member's room which had been painted black with a white skull and crossbones, streaks of red as if to resemble blood on it as well giving a scary vibe. The ducks shake slightly but Dewey smiles, "Webby umm ladies first?"
The female glares at them crossing arms as she heads into the room, the door unlocked. She looks around seeing that the inside feels as if she's in an abyss as it's all painted black. On the bed she sees the duck reading a book with a horrorfying image of a reaper on the cover. The sudden voice of his jumping the young teenage girl as he looks over from the edge of his book. "What do you want?"
Webby shakes in fear slightly suspecting the black clothed duck to jump at her. "Ummm well you see, I was wondering just why you seem to hate us and well the whole McDuck family, which should be impossible since they are really cool, especially Scrooge McDuck who is a great and daring adventurer! Which means you shouldn't have a grudge unless it has to be something between you and your-" "Oh my god just shut up!" She yelps grabbing hear beak eyes wide as he glares over.
"You really wanna know why I hate the family? The answer is I don't." "Really!? Well that's great cause who can hate the McDucks unless your on of their enemies and-" "I hate everyone in this world." Her eyes widens as he gets up glaring. "Humanity is the thing I hate the most as it's all corrupt and messed up, every living thing should just burn away in HELL FIRE!" The last scream scares Webby out of the room at top speed.
Minutes later Huey enters as he looks in seeing Blake spinning a pocket knife as he throws it at a small dart board next to Huey's head making him yelp. "Oh great another..." Blake rolls eyes as he sits back as Huey stares. "Hey there umm Blake right?" "What of it?" Says the tempermental duck as he lays back on his bed. "Hey I was just wondering just what was your dad like?" "A drunk, selfish, fool who spent the last days of his life complaining about not having his hands on a damn bottle of boze, and spending every last penny not on medicine but to get himself drunker. Of course he was much worse when he did not get ill, he would beat me, strangle me, force me to get everything he wanted, and more hideous acts that even your virgin ears can't fathom."
Huey's jaw falls open as he is shocked by the answer, Blake glaring over to him. "Let me guess bird brain, you think that he's the cause of my behavior? Tch he's only a small mite in the the reason, now get out or else your the next target." Huey leaves as Blake growls holding his knife looking in the blade's reflection.
Outside the room the next to be sent in is Louie. Dewey smiles, "Ok lil bro you can handle it, just ask him what is his problem." Louie shrugs, "It's not rocket science bro I can handle it." He heads in and a few seconds he walks out as Dewey stares. "Well what did you say?" "I said what's the problem with him." "And what was his answer?" "Leave me alone." "Anything else?" "Nope I just left. Though he was sharpening a knife." Dewey slaps his own face in a comedic moment as he glares to the door...his turn draws close.
Dewey gulps as he enters, he gazes through the darkness seeing Blake gazing at a mirror a candle lit by his side, the knife slowly cutting into his wrists, blood dripping down his arms as he growls noticing Dewey who stares in shock. "Just what's with you!? Why are you like one of the most craziest people I met!"
Blake growls and slams knife down on the desk as he looks to the blue clad duck, his eye twitching. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with all four of you getting into my business like it's an interrogation!" "Isn't it obvious it's cause we care!" "Care? Bah! Like hell you do, you just want to satisfy your own curiosities, a new sibling suddenly walking in to your lives, anger flooding like it's the apocalypse, just get out of my room now or else I'll kick you out!" Dewey glares and pushes Blake onto the bed him on top as they growl at one another.
"What is the problem, just what is it that makes you this way!?" "Get off!" "Not till you answer me!" Blake growls and struggles, but when he get's his arm free he punches Dewey across the face forcing him onto the floor beside his bed clutching the side of his face.
Blake huffing sitting now as he glares down at him. "Wanna know my problem so badly huh!? It's this whole world! Everywhere I go there's been nothing but hate, I can't go anywhere without being lied to, to be beaten down physically and mentally, having those who care die off like pieces on a boardgame. Life goes on and on without pause forcing me to suffer fate, living is HELL itself! You four have no understanding of me, nothing! The day I was born into this world is the day that forced me in Hell." He huffs and pants as he glares down at Dewey...a tear landing on the wooden floor beneath the blue clad duck.
Dewey looks up tears welling up more as he holds the side of his face. "Then what about me and my brothers and Webby huh? Just what are we to you?" "You four...you four are just-" "Just what? He did nothing to you, we just wanted to help, yet here you are complaining like no one cares for you." Blake stares eyes wide and growls as Dewey gets up clutching his side, a bruise formed on his cheek. "But fine...be like that, if you don't want anyone's love or care in your life then your wish is granted...just know, we tried to help you, we wanted to help, but you just cast us out. You could've given us a chance, not just close yourself in." Blake's eyes widen at that statement as Dewey begins to head out. Silence between them as Dewey runs out the room his brothers and Webby looking over and tries to chase after.
Blake huffing on his bed looking to his own hands, the words ringing in his head like a gong. His eyes beginning to well up with tears as he growls to self. "Damn it."
The time is 7:00 PM, an hour has past from the outburst, Dewey is on a chair alone with a small bandage on his cheek as Donald is having as fit in the background. "How dare he hurt my nephew! I don't care if he's part of the family he can't stay!" Scrooge stares shaking head. "Donald calm down, it's the lad's first day here, he just doesn't know how things work around here." Donald growls as Dewey looks over. "That's right uncle Donald, and I guess it's my fault that I got punched, really it's not his fault."
Webby, Huey, and Louie nods in agreement as they all talk about the situation, but as they all speak they hear a board creak. Their attentions turn to the doorway as Blake stands in the center of the doorway, a bandage wrapped around a wrist, blood soaking in it as he stares to the rest of the family. Donald growls walking up face growing redder and redder as he steps closer to the black clad duck. "You little-!" Blake glares up and walks past him now fear at all heading to Dewey.
Silence fills as Dewey gazes up to Blake, the other ducks in the room watching as Blake huffs looking off, "I'm sorry...for earlier, about my personality and that I punched you..." Everyone stares in surprise as Dewey smiles a bit. "Aaaaand?" "Dont get ahead of yourself...but I will try to be more open to letting people in my life, I'll try to give you all a chance...just don't suspect much." "I'll take that." Dewey smiles as Blake looks off and heads to leave the room.
Before he even steps out a voice sounds, "Umm Mr. Blake before you leave I had looked into your records and found something of interest." Everyone looks up to see Fenton smiling as a black and purple cake is brought in, 16 candles lit on top. He sets it down in front of everyone as Blake stares eyes wide as Fenton smiles. "Gazing at records it seems today was your birthday as well so I thought that maybe we could at least celebrate it along with the triplets." He smiles as Huey, Dewey, and Louie begin to drag Blake to the cake. "Come on now!"
Blake struggles to get the trio off but to no avail as he is set before the black confectionary, his eye twitching as he crosses his arms. Gazing around he sees everyone edging him on, awaiting for the candles to be put out. With a sigh the black clad duck blows out the candles as his new family cheer him on. "Welcome to the family."
Hours flew by, the moon glistening elegantly like a spotlight on the stage that is the Earth beneath us, outside on the roof Blake lays down gazing at the beautiful moon, a cig in his bill as he smokes. "Family huh..." Says the Black clad duck as he lays his head back on his arms.
As he gazes to the moon a familiar voice plays out catching the duck off guard, "What ya doing?" Gazing to his side he sees Dewey smiling having climbed up here by his bedroom window, the same way how Blake got up. Blake only shakes head laying back, "Moon gazing, nothing more, nothing less." "Kinda boring if you ask me." "That's why I'm not asking you."
Silence spans for a bit between the two ducks as Dewey gets closer, "Just what got you to apologize and what not anyhow?" "Simple, your crying face was pathetic it made me feel bad." Dewey couldn't help but to glare and punch his new brother's shoulder making him wince at the small bit of pain. "The truth bro."
"Fine, fine, tch...I guess I thought it was time for a change, to give one more chance, and all that junk, you happy now?" "A bit, not the idea I thought but yeah." The two ducks stare at the other, a small chuckle escaping their lips as they lay. "Tomorrow me and the guys are gonna take you out to the city, and maybe there's a hidden secret just waiting to be solved, I can't wait! Who knows maybe you'll get a girl Blake, I'm certain a few chicks dig the whole bad boy type vibe you give off."
Blake rolls eyes as he gets up, "Yeah...I'm not so certain bout that." "Why's that?" "Cause, I;m not after any chick." "Oh you after someone who would love you regardless that means?" Dewey grins as he rubs his elbow into the sides of his blacken brother as he rolls his head a bit slapping his newer bro's arm. "Quit that, and no what I mean to say is-" "Let me guess your the player type, going from girl to girl?" "No of course not but I'm-" "Don't tell me your after a supernatural girlfriend or something...cause that's a major possibility with this family." "Oh my god shut up, I'm gay!"
The two stare at each other, an awkward silence casted over, not even the sound of crickets or mosquitos can break it, the silence last a good minute or two until Dewey clears his throat as he gives a nervous chuckle. "Heh, heh, ooooh...sorry." "Yeah it's whatever, just forget about it ok." "No! No! I'm sorry I didn't mean for you to get upset or anything, I was just caught off guard, I didn't think you of all people would be into guys." "Hmph, no one ever does, and you better not tell anyone about this or else my knife will have a new target." "Look I promise not to tell, trust in me will ya."
Blake gives a sigh as he nods, "I trust you." "Good." Dewey nods as he stands up, "Guess I'll be heading back in I'll see you in the morning." "Right." Dewey smiles nervously as he starts to walk, but as he does he steps on a loose shingle that slides making him slip. Dewey yelps eyes wide as he begins to fall, Blake rushes over grabbing his new brother at the ledge.
"Th-Thanks." "No problem." They huff a bit as they look into the others eyes, Blake's left arm wrapped above Dewey's hips while the other arm is holding the back of his neck, their face only a few inches away from touch. They realize the position they are in as blushes forms on both their faces, making their white feathered cheeks turn pink.
The duo look away nervously, small chuckles as if to cover up this whole interaction. "Heh, well ain't this a predicament..." "Yeah." They blush as they try to get down safely. A small moment of silence as they are at their windows, they look at the other blushing slightly. "Umm see you tomorrow." "Right, yeah tomorrow." They head in and get in beds, their hearts racing a mile per second as Blake shakes nervously at this, while Dewey smiles happily.