A Whimper in the Night
Huey's pov
I wake around 2:00 one night to the sound of whimpering.
I immediately assume it's Louie and I climb down to his bunk.
Both Dewey and Louie are asleep though.
I shrug and climb back up to my bed.
About an hour later, I wake once more to crying.
I rush down the ladder to check on my brothers.
Dewey is in Louie's bed with him and Dewey's sheets are thrown off his bed and into a pile on the floor.
The sheets are thrown off every night by Louie, but put back on by Dewey every morning.
I roll my eyes.
Dewey and Louie are both still asleep though.
Dewey always shifts heavily, so I know he really is asleep.
I don't know how he hasn't fallen off his bed.
I start to sigh and climb back up, but I hear the noise again.
Maybe Dewey or Louie is crying in their sleep.
I gently shake Dewey and Louie to wake them.
They sit up, groaning, with Dewey leaning heavily onto Louie.
"This better be good at 3:30 in the morning." Louie grumbles.
"I heard cries and whimpers. I was checking to see if you were ok." I explain.
"That's it?! Ugh! It's not me. Dewey, answer the stupid question so we can go back to sleep." Louie huffs.
Dewey has fallen asleep though.
Louie shifts away, suddenly, waking Dewey.
"What?" Dewey mumbles.
"I heard whimpering and crying. I was seeing if you two were ok." I nervously laugh seeing his death stare.
"Well maybe you heard Louie throwing me into the shower earlier. I was fine till then." Dewey complains.
"You were disgustingly smelly and filthy! We literally have flies in here!" Louie argues.
"That's probably my sheets. You throw them off every night for some reason, but I keep putting them back on." Dewey laughs.
"Eww! You spill at least 3 things on those bed sheets a day! Some things even more gross than others..." Louie implies.
"Hey! I don't go around shouting to everyone about some certain things that happen in this room with you. Plus, you normally have to have me stay here with you at night." Dewey says mockingly while doing some gestures that make Louie blush knowing what he's talking about.
"Well I wouldn't even go up to your bed for anything. You must be hygienic!" Louie exclaims.
"Why? It doesn't bother anyone else." Dewey shrugs.
"Of course it does! You stink up the room! Sheets must be changed every week or two. You haven't changed your sheets since we got here." Louie points out.
"Yeah. My clothes either." Dewey nods.
I sigh and yell, "Ok! I've heard enough! I will get about nine cans of Lysol and new sheets on that bed if it's the last thing I do. Dewey, please tell me after you showered you put new clothes on." I cross my fingers.
"Louie made me. He made me get back in the shower after I tried to put my regular clothes back on. He filled a whole bucket with soap and dumped it on me." Dewey tells me.
"Thank you, Louie. At least one brother of mine pays attention to my hygiene demonstrations." I grin.
"Whatever. Let's just get back to bed." Louie grumbles.
They lay back down and Dewey pulls me into Louie's bed as well.
"No! I want to be in the middle!" Louie complains while fighting with Dewey to be in the middle of the bed.
"Stop fighting. You never do this." I point out.
They nod and Louie takes the middle spot.
Right as we all get settled, we all hear the whimpering noises.
Louie grabs onto me and gasps.
"Don't worry. It's probably the air vent or something. I'll go scout the halls. No one else is around us, so maybe it's house noises? I'm leaving the door open. Yell if you need anything." I advise.
I grab Dewey's baseball bat and walk out into the hallway.
I stop in front of a door that I hear strong whimpering sounds from.
I ready to bat and open the door.
I throw the bat to the side though when I see the cause.
A small duckling about 6 years old dressed in red long-sleeves and a matching cap looks up at me.
"Who are you?" I ask gently.
"I-I'm you." The tiny duckling stutters.
"What? How is that possible? You can't be me, silly!" I laugh.
"No. I am! I can prove it." The duckling argues.
My heart melts at the adorable voice.
He takes his cap off and hands it to me.
"Look inside." The duckling urges.
I peek inside the cap and gasp.
It's all the signatures from family and friends that I had collected up to 6 years old.
"You are me. Wow. Why are you here? How are you here?" I breath.
"I wanted to visit my older self. My brothers and I need guidance." Little me explains.
"Oh. Why were you crying?" I frown.
"I lost my brothers. I failed to protect them." Little me sobs.
"Please don't cry! I'm pretty sure I know where your brothers are." I sigh as I hear a series off 'awws' from my room.
"Really?!" Little Huey lights up.
"Really." I hold out my hand.
He smiles and takes it and we walk down the hallway.
"There's your brothers." I point when we approach my room.
The tiny triplets run and hug each other.
"We are so cool when we are teenagers!" Little Louie jumps on top of teen Louie's lap.
"Fun too!" Little Dewey exclaims.
Teen Dewey starts spinning little Dewey around as the both laugh.
"Can I ask you some questions?" Tiny me asks.
"Sure. Go ahead." I agree.
Tiny me pulls out a notepad and pen.
"What are the biggest needs with our brothers later in life?" He asks.
"Dewey needs to be kept from hurting himself. I would keep him away from mirrors when he's alone." I advise.
"Louie?" Tiny me raises an eyebrow.
"Yes. Louie needs LOTS of affection. He's interesting. He always tries and acts cool and stuff, then he mostly just cries." I point out.
"You don't have to tell me that twice." Tiny me laughs.
"Yeah. The biggest advice I have, is to always listen to everyone. No matter who or what they are. Even your younger brothers. They know what they are saying sometimes and they might even have good ideas." I tell him.
"Wow. You are so wise! You must have read the JWG a billion times!" Little me exclaims.
"I have. Remember what I said about listening to others too though. You can trust more than that guidebook sometimes. It was hard for me to learn that." I sigh.
We both look over at our brothers.
Big Louie is reading little Louie a book.
The Deweys are playing with some robot toys and such.
"Why don't we dress alike anymore? Even our hairstyles." Tiny me frowns.
"We are still just as close. Maybe even closer. We kinda need to be our own people and such though." I explain.
"Thank you." Little Huey hugs me.
"You are welcome to come visit anytime." I smile.
"I don't know if I'll see you again though. Will I?" Tiny me frowns.
"I don't know. I'm a part of you though. A big part. Time flies by and soon you'll be my age. Trust me." I promise.
"Thank you again. You've given me great advise. We are gonna leave when you are asleep like it's a dream. That's how the whole past/future visits work." Tiny me tells me.
"Interesting theory. I know that you were here though. Why did you really come though?" I ask tiny me a question.
"We were just sent here. Is everything ok with us when we are older?" He tries.
"Well, there have been lots of secrets between us. There have been secrets on emotion, physical stuff, mental stuff, and medical stuff. So all kinds of secrets." I list.
"Oh. Have you told Dewey? I told Louie about my secret." Little Huey shrugs.
"Just Louie. There's no way I can tell Dewey. There was stuff going on when I was 6?" My eyes widen in surprise.
"Yeah. Are those feelings...wrong?" Tiny me fidgets.
"I don't know. I'm honestly confused too. As soon as I find out, I'll try and tell you. I just didn't know Louie could keep a secret that long!" I exclaim.
"He can! I'm teaching him Spanish now so I can keep the secret better. He's a fast learner. Exceptional at math though." Tiny Huey laughs.
"Very much so. Louie will pick up on Spanish quickly and will tease in Spanish. Do teach him though! Dewey will make bad grades no matter how hard he tries. He's only good at history. You will make the best grades in the school though if you work hard and persist." I boast.
"Yay! I love working hard to accomplish things! One last question. Will Dewey ever start being hygienic?" Tiny me makes a disgusted face.
"No. It just gets worse. Louie and you will fix that though. Not that he wouldn't be gross whenever you stop helping with his hygiene, but he will participate with force." I smirk.
We laugh.
I yawn.
It's kind of late.
"Rest is important. Both of our sleep schedules were interrupted with this visit! I wouldn't have it any other way though. I'm going to listen to your advise and keep it with me my whole life!" Tiny me also yawns.
We look over and see both the Deweys and the Louies asleep.
"Maybe sleep is a good idea." I agree.
"Goodbye, older me." Tiny me whispers.
I wake up the next morning and sure enough, they are gone.
My heart kinda breaks at that, but I know I helped lead tiny me at least to the right path.
When I talk to Dewey and Louie about what happened, they think I'm crazy.
I have proof they were here though.
Tiny me left a note!
I'm going to frame it and treasure the moments when I actually met my younger self.
A few nights later, I wake in this strange place.
It's the same layout as the manor, but way different decor.
I feel someone gripping my arm and I look down to see Louie at my side.
Dewey is just standing there (heavily fidgeting as normal) looking around.
"Guys, I think we are in the future!" Dewey exclaims.
"I think we were captured." Louie whimpers.
Suddenly, 4 grown ducks approach.
They are dressed in red, blue, green, purple and pink.
"Are you...us?"
A/N
This is the story I had replaced and had to rewrite. Sorry if it's not my best work since it's like that. Guess what? My dance teacher is having her baby tonight! That means if she does well with the birth, she gets to start teaching again soon! That doesn't relate to the story though. Lol. I don't know why I wrote this. It was originally to stale for the chapter of my secret story being late, but since it got deleted, everything was late. Oh well. Reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks for reading!