Hey, Sooooooo It's been awhile since i posted anything or updated... heh... well thats gonna change since my GCSE's are finally over yay! Anyway here's a fanfic i wrote for a competition on the Ducktales 2017 Amino (which you should really join) with the stimuli of Duckburg but not in Duckburg. It's based in the 2017 Ducktales universe, but the show hasn't actually come out yet so I've had to make some assumptions about the characters so please forgive and OOCness. Hope you enjoy!
(note mild amounts of blood)
Dewey had never wanted to return to Duckburg so badly. Sure, it was a normally a thrill to search for gold in the ancient ruins and encounter dangerous creatures hell bent on preventing them from claiming the enticing treasure (the later being what the blue clad duck loved the most about his adventures with his uncle Scrooge); but today was different. Today Dewey wished he could be back in the welcoming streets of Duckburg, playing video games with brothers, getting ice cream at the local parlor, heck he'd even rather be doing his homework than be stuck here, in a pit in the middle of a crumbling ancient ruin of some ancient civilization with Launchpad injured and pinned to the ground by rubble and to make matters even worse they were being hunted by a gruesome monster. Needless to say the situation was dire.
Adjacent to him Huey was quickly skimming through the junior woodchuck's guidebook; his blue eyes were quickly scanning the pages in search of a way to help Launchpad. Although the red clad duck would certainly find a way to help for the junior woodchucks guidebook always had the answer, Dewey still hoped that the rest of his family would arrive quickly. The desperate circumstances made him sort of long for his uncle Donald's slightly overprotective nature and his Uncle Scrooge's determination and drive that would ensure everything ended up fine in the end.
"Got it." Huey shakily examined, clearly relieved to find the page he was looking for.
"You know how to help?" Dewey inquired, staring intently and his brother (which for his easily distractible mind was quite an achievement, as well as a testament to their current situation).
"Yeah, but we have to get this bolder off him first. Can you grab that stick to use as leverage." Huey replied, his voice slightly steadier then before, Dewey knew that the junior woodchucks guidebook was Huey's 'comfort blanket' so to speak and finding the correct information helped him keep a level head.
With a simple nod Dewey stood up and dashed across the slippery rocks to the other side of the pit. Grabbing a large and extremely heavy wooden stick he dragged the weighty wood across the floor wishing that his other brother, Louie, was here to help. Was this stick made of iron? Probably. The stupid thing felt as heavy as the rock they were trying to move to Dewey. By the time he'd finally managed to drag the iron stick to the rubble where Huey was checking Launchpad's pulse his arms where screaming in protest. He was definitely going to have to start doing some push up's or something when they go back to Duckburg. If we get back to Duckburg that is Dewey morbidly thought as he carefully began to push the end of the stick under the bolder.
"Hey, a little help?" Dewey grunted as he struggled the lift the enormous branch.
Huey glanced up at his brother and nodded grabbing the other side of the stick and pushing it upwards with all his might. Splitters bit in to the duo of duckling's hands causing warm crimson blood to drip down onto the rough granite ground below their feet. With a final grunt of effort they managed to dislodge the boulder causing it to tumble down further in to the murky depths of the pit. Launchpad let out a quiet groan as the weigh was lifted from his legs. Luckily there was only mild swelling around his left leg indicating that the damage wasn't too extreme. But that was to be expected when it came to Launchpad the pilot had an incredible ability to walk out from the nastiest of situations (most of those being his notorious crashes) mostly unscathed. How he did it, Dewey wasn't quite sure but he was growing increasingly grateful for the lovable pilot's luck.
"So… Is he going to be ok?" Dewey inquired as Huey busied himself checking the pilots injuries and cross referencing with his guidebook.
"I think so, nothings too badly damaged- geese Launchpad is one lucky guy when it comes to these things." Huey said chuckling slightly near the end.
"Yep," Dewey sighed; relief washing over him as he allowed himself to relax slightly. "we'll just have to wait for him to wake up then we can climb out of here."
"well…," Huey added, all trace of relief gone from his voice " that might not be possible right now, his left leg is broken."
Dewey felt his heart sink in his chest. There was no way that he and Huey could lift/ carry Launchpad up the steep rock face. He wasn't evan sure he could scale the slimy, crumbling walls of the cavern on his own let alone carrying a fully grown adult 5 times his size. They were stuck until someone found them and that could take days.
"Brilliant, Well now what are we supposed to do?!," Dewey exclaimed throwing his arms in the air in frustration. "I don't suppose the Junior Woodchucks' Guide has any advice?-Wait don't answer that I know it does."
"Yeah, but your not going to like it's advice." Huey replied looking up emotionlessly from the book in his hands.
"We have to wait don't we?," Dewey asked hoping that it wasn't the case patience was not one of strong suits. Huey nodded slowly letting out a drawn out sigh." Well, at least it can't get any worse."
That's when it began to rain.
"OH COME ON!" The Blue clad duckling yelled.
"It's at times like this that I really miss Duckburg." Huey groaned as he tucked the Junior Woodchucks guidebook in to his pocket to protect the precious book from the onslaught of water. Pulling his cap further forward to shield his eyes.
"Yeah, but at least you've got that cap to keep the rain out of your face. I'm stuck with water dripping down my beak." Dewey continued dryly.
"Well, you could have worn a cap if you had wanted to." Huey countered.
"And mess up my feather-do, no thanks." Dewey grinned running his wing across his head like he was in a cheesy hair commercial.
The two ducklings burst in to laughter despite the desperate situation. Their hearty chuckles echoing around the large cave and suddenly the rain didn't feel so heavy.
"Geese," Dewey snorted as his laughter died down " how do we get ourselves in these situations?"
"I don't know," Huey replied clutching his aching sides " it probably would be safer to stay in Duckburg, but I'd never be able to give up these adventures."
"Same, how'd Uncle Donald do it?" Dewey commented.
"Not sure… to take care of us I guess." Huey sighed, looking down to examine his wings.
A silence grew between the brothers as the weight of Huey's words destroyed the positive mood. Dewey felt his heart sink, gilt gnawing in his stomach. Had they been the reason for why their Uncle Donald had stopped adventuring? The time would match up. Dewey let out a trebling breath as he pulled his cold wet legs close to his chest and gently lent his beak on the icy tops of his knees. The warmth seemed to slowly seep from his body dragging his joy with it like debris pulled along a great turbulent river. The thought was horrible. A small part of Dewey had always felt as though he was a burden to his family, he knew that his brothers felt the same although they'd never spoken about it. It was hard not to feel a little bit unwanted when you mother abandoned you and never came back. But Dewey knew that he was loved, Uncle Donald had always taken care of them and cared for them with such care despite the chaos they seemed to cause. He might not always keep his temper in check when they trashed his house for the umpteenth time but it was clear that there uncle cared for the triplets deeply feeling a strong sense of love. Dewey suddenly became aware of hot tears pouring down his cheeks leaving warm trails of heat in their wake.
"I miss Duckburg." Dewey whispered quietly.
Huey looked to his brother in concern, he'd never herd Dewey whisper so weakly before. His brother was normally so loud and positive. "Yeah…" He replied, deciding then to try and cheer him up a bit "Do you remember the first time we visited Uncle Scrooge's mansion?"
Dewey smiled slightly "I didn't think it was real at first, and when we got inside I was sure I was dreaming."
"Oh yeah, Louie was so chill about it though. But then again I wouldn't be surprised if he knew about the whole thing in advance." Huey chuckled slightly, thinking about all the time the green clad duckling spent online.
"Yeah, but then again he's always so relaxed." Dewey added with a slight smirk.
"True." Huey nodded slightly in agreement.
"Yep, Do you remember when Webby tied us up?! Man I was so shocked," Dewey, added eyes sparkling behind his soaked feathers. " Didn't we go to the Duckburg ice cream parlor later that week."
"Much to Uncle Scrooges displeasure." Huey grimaced slightly at the memory.
"ugh don't remind me, I'll never forget that lecture," Dewey rolled his eyes slightly; Huey noticed he still was more muted then usual. " still I'd rather go through that lecture about spending money again then be stuck down here."
"Yeah…" Huey sighed, unable to think of anything else to say. Thus as the conversation slowly dissolved in to nothingness leaving the Ducklings to sit quietly for a while with only the rhythmic pit pat of the rain to fill the silence.
Dewey glanced down at Launchpad unconscious form. The pilot seemed to be breathing steadily –which was good- but he still showed no signs of regaining conscious anytime soon. Dewey kind of wish he'd awaken soon though, Not only so they could find away out but because Launchpad always had such an honest optimism towards seemingly hopeless situations that lifted the sprits of those around him. It was one of his most likeable traits that seemed to attract so many to the pilot. And right now Dewey could use some of Launchpad's positivity.
"Do you know one think I miss about Duckburg," Dewey said as he stared solemnly at Launchpad.
Huey glanced up tilting his head slightly in a questioning gesture.
"The ER."
"Yep that certainly was a positive, I also miss the stores. It was nice being able to find supplies easily." Huey added sadly.
"I miss the train station,"
"The ice-cream stalls,"
"Home,"
"Evan school," Huey spoke before catching his brothers playful glare " To some extent." He added quickly.
" I miss our friends,"
"But most of all I miss our family."
Dewey looked up at his brother knowing that he was right. Nothing could compare to the bond they had with their Family. He loved them all so much and getting to see them was truly what he loved about Duckburg so much. He really was being quite sentimental today. "Defiantly, It's always so mu…"
CRASH!
Suddenly a great roaring racket filled that chamber. Shaking the very foundations of the ruin and setting time flakes of mud pouring down apron the trapped trio below. In the struggle to free Launchpad as well as the somewhat emotional and existential crisis that followed they had complete forget about the monstrous beast that had trapped them in the bowls of the ruins. Dewey's fearful eyes darted upward staring at the thin yet deadly curve of the Monsters clawed hands that had dug deeply in to the rock above the pit. Icy cold fear filled his veins as the beast glowing Amber eyes peered in to the shadowy depths, scanning briefly before focusing on Huey, Dewey and Launchpad. Bathing them in an eerie orange glow. They were in trouble now. Trapped by the creature like birds in a cage. Dewey gulped, was this it?!
Would they ever make it home to Duckburg?
MUHAHAHAHAHAHHAH cliff hanger ending! Hope you enjoyed! As aways any reviews and constructive criticism is welcome (please no hate though, it's really demotivating). I also recommend that you guys join the ducktales 2017 amino, its such a great place to chat, RP, see cool fan art, take part in quizzes and stay updated with info about the new ducktales series! It's thanks to this amino that this fic exists in the first place!
anyway thanks for reading!