No pov (might change through the story)
"What's going on? Where is everyone? It's so dark." He whispers fearfully.
There's sudden noises that occur causing him extreme fright.
"This isn't funny. I'd prefer this joke to be over." He shouts, knowing this wasn't really a prank.
The lights flickered for the slightest of seconds before he heard a whisper.
A tap of a a spoon against glass, a shatter of a window, and a scream was heard before he was never heard from again...
...
"Dew, that was the worst scary story ever." Huey rolls his eyes.
"What?! No it wasn't! That was an awesome story!" Dewey argues.
"We don't even know who this 'he' is." Louie points out.
"It's supposed to be like that." Dewey huffs.
"Well I wanna know who it was." Webby decides.
"Fine. It's whoever you want it to be." Dewey sighs.
"I want it to be you so you don't have to tell us any stories again." Louie smirks.
Dewey goes to pounce on Louie but is stopped by Huey.
"Settle down, please. Let me tell you about two brothers who would always fight and the consequences of that." Huey whispers.
"...are ya gonna continue?" Louie asks.
"Of course! It started on the most joyful, celebrated day of the year: Christmas!" Huey exclaims.
"How is Christmas scary?" Louie scoffs.
"You'll see! And I'm using all of you guys as characters!" Huey winks.
...
It's a Christmas Day in 'Togetherness Castle' and everyone is cheery!
Well, almost everyone at least.
"Christmas?! Why must it already be the time of the year that my family makes us spend even more time together? They already named the castle I will inherit after being together and junk." Prince Louie sighs.
"They make us all be in rooms together all the time. I'm surprised we don't have to be in the bathroom together." Prince Dewey rolls his eyes.
"Why did YOU reply to my complaining?" Prince Louie emphasis.
"I have a right to reply to whatever I want! I am a prince!" Prince Dewey argues.
"If we must argue on Christmas Day, then at least whisper so no one hears to punish us by making us hug." Prince Louie shivers.
"Don't tell me what to do! I'm a prince!" Prince Dewey almost yells, but ends up just saying it loudly.
They continued fight through breakfast and soon, it's time to open presents.
Prince Dewey gets most extravagant presents from the town and almost anything he could wish for.
Prince Louie though got cheep, old junk.
"You rigged mine! I bet you switched them overnight!" Prince Louie blames Prince Dewey.
"No way! The kingdom just likes me better!" Prince Dewey smirks.
"Now, it is time for you two to exchange presents, young sirs!" A young servant named Webby tells them.
"Who are you to tell us what to do?!" Prince Dewey snaps.
"I think she's right. We should listen and respect her even though she's just a servant. Besides, we're bound to get good presents from our own family, right?" Prince Louie points out.
"You are so greedy! You only want to listen because of your want for presents!" Prince Dewey scoffs.
"Of course that's my reasoning! I also don't want to be as stuck-up and self-centered as you though." Prince Louie grins.
They start to fight once more, but this time, the king and queen of togetherness castle acknowledged the fighting.
"Send them to...the room of the heart exchange." The queen orders.
Servant Webby gasps and faints causing the king to march up to the young princes who were still fighting.
"Christmas Day. One of the few days we ask you to be kind to each other. After thirteen years of this, we've made our decision. You'll never learn! We don't want you to disturb our peaceful, kind environment. This is the consequence..." the king grabs one prince in each hand.
"Uh...can we at least open our presents first? It's Christmas. We'd prefer to not have a heart to heart or hug right now." Prince Louie squirms in the king's hold.
"Oh don't worry about that at all." The king says, entering a room.
"Uh...where are we?" Prince Dewey stutters.
"I-I could use that hug now." Prince Louie tries to get to prince Dewey.
"No way! Eww! I'd rather kiss a snake than hug you." Prince Dewey roughly slaps him away.
"You'll never learn to love each other! If I asked you both right now, I bet you both wouldn't even say you loved each other in the slightest bit.
"Not at all. That was just my plan to go get back to presents." Prince Louie shrugs.
"I only have to say I love him on tv. It's a world of lies." Prince Dewey admits.
"Then you shall have the heart exchange preformed!" The king declares, throwing them both onto a bed type thing in the weird room.
"Ugh. We already told you we don't want a heart to heart." Prince Louie huffs.
"I didn't say a heart to heart, now did I? I said heart exchange." The king repeats, putting on gloves.
"So...we have to say nice things about each other?" Prince Dewey asks.
"I meant heart exchange LITERALLY!" The king laughs evilly.
"If we find some love will you let us live?" Prince Louie whispers, being held and holding prince Dewey.
"You'll do the same thing again. This has been going on for thirteen years. THIRTEEN! Time to end this misery!" The king shouts.
"I don't hate you!" The brothers shout, but it's too late.
The king gouges out their hearts and swap them with each other.
"There. Now you have each other's hearts."
...
"And that's what happened when the two prince brothers fought." Huey finishes his tale.
Dewey and Louie are all over each other from fear.
"I'm never leaving you again. I've always loved you and I always will." Louie cries.
"I love you way more than you'll ever know. I would never hate you. Even when you con me into stupid things." Dewey starts to cry as well.
"Lame! That wasn't scary! I don't understand why you used us as characters but didn't give the king or queen a name, there was no point in making them royalty, and the king would never do that himself." Webby points out.
"Well then I bet your story will be the best one; that means Louie is up now." Huey instructs.
"M-me?! Do I have to leave Dewey?" Louie asks causing both of the brothers to hold each other closer.
"Well I think we can all agree that Louie doesn't have the slightest bit of scary in him, so we can move onto Webby's scary story and then comfort Louie all night long." Huey coos, slightly mockingly because he knows Louie would probably tell a scary story if he did that.
"It's ok, Lou Lou. You just aren't very scary and that's ok. You're more of a cute, cuddly con if anything. You can help us get whatever we want by talking, but really just being adorable. If you tried to tell a scary story, everyone would be too distracted by your cuteness." Dewey chimes in.
"For sure! He's absolutely adorable! No ounce of scary in him!" Webby agrees.
"Stop it! I'm not adorable! Hue's story just surprised me a little. I didn't know he was violent. I could tell a story so scary, you'd all pee your pants!" Louie claims.
"I didn't even go into detail at all. Poor baby. He probably already has wet himself." Huey comes over to kneel beside where Louie is sitting to ran a hand repeatedly through his hair.
"Aww! I bet this is all too much for him. Need to go inside, Lou? We can stop this and clean you up." Dewey offers.
Webby starts to say something, but Louie cuts her off.
"Guys! Stop! I did not pee my pants!" Louie screams, upset that they thought he would have done that.
"Whatever, Lou. No need to be embarrassed though. That was pretty scary. Especially for you!" Dewey exclaims.
"I have nothing to be embarrassed about! Nothing even happened!" Louie point out in a loud, offended tone.
"Sure you don't." Dewey starts messing with Louie's hoodie carefully due to it being all wrinkled and messed up.
"Want a cookie? I brought it Incase someone got scared." Webby offers.
"What is wrong with you guys?! Why is everyone all over me?! Oh! That reminds me of a scary story. It's about a movie star named Louis and a crazy fan girl named Gail." Louie exclaims.
"Yes yes. Some very scary stuff." Huey whispers, fixing Louie's hair back how he normally wears it rather than the mess he made it.
"Aren't those just our names but shortened or having a letter changed?" Webby points out.
"Yep. We are sorta gonna be posing as these other characters. Like if it were on tv." Louie explains.
"Oh yeah! Tv always has the characters that are telling stories as the actors for the stories!" Dewey exclaims.
"Alright. It was an average, normal day when pop star Louis had a big show! Unfortunately, after the show, Louis was very tired. Since he was so tired, he fell asleep leaving him to wake to the worst madness of all: fangirls."
...
"Why hello to you! I can't believe you're awake! This is a dream come true!" Gail shouts as soon as Louis wakes.
"What?! Where am I?!" He gasps.
"Don't you worry! You seemed hurt and so I brought you here to make you feel good." Gail smirks.
"Don't you mean better? Please mean just better." Louis whimpers.
"Sure. That. Now would you like something to drink? I know you like soda." Gail sings.
"Why would I take soda from a crazy person?!" Louis screams.
"Crazy? Oh no. I'm a medic. Think of me like that. I'm just a big fan." Gail explains.
"Well, I guess if my agents and security people let me come with you, then it's fine, right?" Louis asks no one in particular.
"Of course it's right! Now hears some delicious 'soda' for you! Drink up!" Gail shoves something that definitely is not soda in Louis' hands.
"You sure this is soda? I don't even know your name. This doesn't feel right. Why can't I even move very well? Did I really hurt myself?" Louis struggles to get free from the bed he's unknowingly strapped to.
"Oh! That's because I have you tied in! There's no escape, dear Louis." Gail laughs maniacally.
"What?! You're crazy! Get me out! G-get me..." Louis trails off becoming drowsy.
"Oh yes. Did I forget to tell you not to drink that all? It's sorta beer." Gail giggles.
"L-like..." Louis manages, suddenly not seeing or thinking straight.
"Well how else would I get you to do whatever I want?" Gail asks even though Louis can't exactly hear right.
Suddenly, Louis blacks out and becomes unconscious.
"Time for what I've been waiting for!" Gail smirks.
Soon, Louis wakes up groaning from miserable pain.
"Oh good morning! It's such a lovely day, isn't it?" Gail greets Louis.
"What do you do to me?!" Louis screams.
"I think you know. Look! I went to the court and officially got us married! Isn't that great?!" Gail exclaims.
"What?! That's horrible! Please let me go!" Louis begs.
"Let you go? Why should I? You're mine. It says it right here." Gail shows me a huge scar she made across my chest with her name carved.
"No! No no no no no no no! I'll never be able to wear swimsuits or shirtless costumes again! It hurts! What makes you think you can just keep me?!" Louis growls.
"You're all caged in already. You can come join my collection if you disobey or struggle. Wanna know how stars really get killed?" Gail threatens.
"KILLED?! Please don't hurt me even more! I'm begging you to let me go!" Louis cries.
"That's it! You've struggled and whined too much! Time to add you to my collection!" Gail pulled out a sword.
"What?! Is there anything I can do to keep from dying? Please don't kill me!" Louis pleads.
"Tell me you love me." Gail says.
"I love you! I love you, Gail!" Louis yells.
Gail raises her sword and cuts Louis' head off.
"How I love making that all these stars last words. Time to put this lovely head on a podium and go find another."
...
"W-Wow L-L-Lou. I-I didn't k-k-know you could t-tell a s-scary story." Huey stutters.
"Don't underestimate me. I can do whatever I want. I just choose not to. See why?" Louie shrugs.
Everyone except Webby nods.
"Really? Why did you make the character sorta representing me that bad? I would never do anything like that. That was lame. Huey already told a gore story." Webby sighs.
"Fine. You do better then." Louie huffs.
"I will! Watch. Is everyone ready?" Webby asks.
"Ugh. Why can't we just go trick or treating like normal people? I want candy." Dewey whines.
"It's not Halloween yet. We're doing some scary stories just because it's the Halloween month." Huey explains.
"Story time! There's a shiver up everyone's spine." Webby whispers.
Sure enough, everyone feels a shiver go up their spines.
"The Fire goes out, so there is no light since the moon is covered by clouds." Webby narrates as the fire flickers out.
"Stop that, NOW." Louie snaps, grabbing onto Dewey who is already holding him.
"Everyone heats a howl produced by a wolf before hearing a loud monster-like growl." Webby giggles.
A howl is heard before a monster-like growl.
"Please stop!" Huey joins in the huddle of his brothers.
"You will now feel a slimy hand touch your shoulder." Webby predicts.
As soon as something touches their shoulders, the triplets scream ridiculously and run away.
"I didn't even tell a story. I just said some things and that happened. Whatever. I guess I win!" Webby exclaims and skips back inside to see the triplets sobbing in a huddle from the simple things that happened.
"Ahh! Get her away! She's a demon child!" Dewey shouts.
They all dash off and into the houseboat rather than the manor.
Webby knows they will probably all crowd in with Donald, but she was proud of how badly she scared them.
"Good work, Lena! Thanks." Webby grins at the shadow.
A/N
Hey y'all! I decided to write something for Halloween! I stole the first writing technique that Dewey's scary story was from a good friend. She isn't on this site though. Only on Wattpad. Lol. Reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks for reading!