Doctor Reginald Bushroot absolutely and throughout hated wintertime!
He always had, ever since he was a kid, especially as his beloved plants would be no-where to be seen. Then it happened he by accident mutated himself into being part plant and with it came all the more reason to hate the dark cold time of the year. He simply did not strive in winter time, he needed sunlight, he needed warmth. but outside it was all cold, frozen and dark and Bushroot could only fell to well how much he was lacking energy. Even Spike didn't seem to be himself at all.
"Oh if it would only soon be spring." Bushroot sighed as he longingly placed a green hand on the cold window. "Then I would be fit again. and you my darlings." he turned to the small flowerpots with seemingly only sticks in them.. yet he knew they were only slumbering. "You would be able to flourish."
"Talking to plants again Bushbrain?" Megavolt snorted from his position in a shabby couch, where he laid flat on his back resting his head on his arms. "That's pure dumb you know."
"Hey! I have you know I can actually communicate with my plants!" Bushroot told. "Not like you and your supposed enslaved light bulbs."
"See that's the problem, no one ever even considers that light bulbs have feelings!" Megavolt stated. "But they do."
"Somebody is taking a wacky turn." Quackerjack stated from the floor where he was sitting in his own little mess of wires and cogs constructing what looked like a smiling mechanic clown doll. "Bushroot, apologies or you won't be allowed to play."
"But he started it." Bushroot began.
"Yeas, but I like him more than you." Quackerjack shrugged.
"Why is it always me you pick on?" Bushroot asked.
"Because you are a insecure little weakling which makes it easy." Liquidator stated as he was suddenly there leaning against the wall beside Bushroot with relaxed crossed arms and a smirk on his watery face. "I used to sell half my stocking of nonfunctional appliances to losers like you." and he simpled pushed Bushroot so Bushroot fell over and down on his beak. "Thanks for being in the bottom of the food chain mate, will he rise? Well he defend his honor, this bushy? I don't think so, cause he is we-he-weak-" Liquidator laughed, and was quickly joined in the laughter by Megavolt and Quackerjack.
"Hey Veggie, try this!" Megavolt send a zap after him.
"Auw!" at once Bushroot was back on his legs. "Hey! I'm half plant, that could have seriously hurt me."
Megavolt merely shrugged. "I was bored." he stated as if that explained everything.
"Being half plant isn't easy you know." Bushroot grumbled. "It's not like it happened on purpose, I could have been somebody! I was this close." he measured with his fingers. "A break through and I would have been on the top of the world."
"Yeah yeah." Quackerjack was beside him and slapped him so hard that it only could have been deliberate that it hurt. "We all could have been someone, I actually was on the top! but they decided I was not allowed to play, they took it all from me. But look what happened!" he spread out his arms and made an impressive summersault in the air to land on his feet's. "I was re-born! a better and new me!"
"You mean you became a wack job?" Bushroot asked.
"Exactly!" Quackerjack grinned. "Just like you Mr. Broccoli. Aren't we lucky?"
"Aren't we indeed." Bushroot murmured.
Suddenly Spike was at Bushroots hand, demanding to be petted as it sniffed showing his compassion for Bushroot. "Ah don't worry Spike." Bushroot sat down on his knee to pet the flytrap. "This isn't so bad, they are the closet I ever had to friends." he told. "Well, I suppose they are more like colleagues but even then, tons better than the last ones, and I have you.. if only I had some energy." he took himself to the head and then shook it. as to try and make himself more clear headed. "You know.. sometimes I wish I could go back.. well, often actually, it would sure make things a lot simpler to just be a duck. I don't know what I am doing, I just want to take care of myself and my re-search.. and my plants, that's all."
Spike nodded understandable.
"That's my Spike." Bushroot stated proudly as he rose up, only to stumble and grab a hold on the table. "Urgh." he gasped. "I don't feel so good."
"Well, you do look a little green." Megavolt commented.
Bushroot send him a look.
"Megsy dear friend." Quackerjack took Megavolt by the shoulder. "He is always green, that comes with being a living vegetable."
"You know, I totally forgot." Megavolt slammed a hand to the forehead. "How dumb of me!"
"Why do I even spend time with you?" Liquidator was left to ask.
"Because we are all you got?" Quackerjack suggested. "And it has been proved working together ends up in more profit."
"Now that's the point I was looking for." Liquidator grinned. "It's all about the profit!"
"Guys.. I really don't feel good." Bushroot was using all of his strength to keep himself raised as he leaned heavily against the table.
"You're not sick are you?" Megavolt was up on his feet's and in front of Bushroot looking intensly at him. "What can a mutated plant duck come down with?" he asked.
"I don't know." Bushroot swallowed. "I haven't been sick once since the mutation.. perhaps.. perhaps it's the lack of sunlight." he suggested. "I am always way weaker at winter time."
"Hey! you can't be the one coming down with something!" Quackerjack flipped. "You're the chemist! you're the one who can fix it!"
"let's just hope he doesn't start hurling and make things smell." Megavolt said in a disgusted tone.
"Then I suggest we find a place to lie him down." Liquidator said a little impatiently. "I'm not going to be the one paying for a new rug, and if I know you guys, either will any of you."
"Fine." Megavolt murmured guiding Bushroots arm over his shoulder. "Into the bed with you."
"Perhaps... some water." Bushroot managed to suggest.
"Man, you do look all withered." Megavolt commented. "Jack! you heard that, some water."
"Liquy, you department! water!" Quackerjack echoed.
"What do you want? him to drink of me?" Liquidator asked. "I have you know, I find that revolting."
Bushroot didn't manage to hear the rest as he found himself put rather roughly down on the old madras, then he could only fell upon how bad he felt, his entire body in fact, and he only wanted to sleep, which thankfully was quickly granted him, the same moment as Spike came in and rested his fly trap head on his chest in support.
AN; again.. I have no idea where I am going with this, I got vague clues, and sort of an idea of scenes I want to occur.. but ultimately I am just making stuff up as I go along.