SALUTATIONS, ALL YOU MANIACS OUT THERE! This is HazardouZ Ink back for the first time in a LOOOOOOONG time. Well, DAYUM! It's about TIME I uploaded somethin', ain't it? Sorry for the wait, you guys...or guy...or whoever the hell decides to stumble upon this atrocity I call a story. I wanted to upload some chapters sooner, but the urge to make sure it's done right from beginning to end outweighed the urge to put out something quick. Quality over quantity, ladies and gentlemen (just wish the rest of the world could figure that out -_- ).
Anyways, I'd like to welcome you all (or one) to the beginning of the music based fan story simply dubbed "D-SET." This story is gonna take you on the roller-coaster ride of 6 underdogs as the fight their way to the top and leave the world slack-jawed in amazement. The group of 6 teenagers, which consists of Huey Duck, Dewey Duck, Louie Duck, Max Goof, PJ Pete, and Bobby Zimmeruski, will go through many ups and downs as a crew AND individually. Throughout the story, you will see what goes on in each character's personal life, as well as get glimpses of moments in their lives (dark and light) that shaped them into the young men you'll soon get accustomed to. You will laugh and cry (or not), but you will ultimately enjoy this story. So sit back, relax and enjoy the show...er...story. Just read, damnit. -_-
Who Would've Thought?
No method to the madness, and no means of escape
Gonna break every rule or bend them all outta shape
It ain't a question of "how", just a matter of when
You get the message that I'm tryin' to send
-Powerline
Duckburg, Calisota
5:30 PM PST. At long last, the gates to Duckburg Stadium have open, signifying the beginning of one of many of pop icon Powerline's "High Voltage" World Tour dates. Over 55,000 anxious patrons and counting were quickly fill up the stadium and patiently wait for the show to begin. As the fans take their seats, many of which already beginning to order refreshments for the show, the city of Duckburg was finally going to get their turn to witness a performance that would blow their minds away. Considering this show would be for one night only, fans from all over Calisota traveled to Duckburg to make certain they wouldn't this spectacle would not pass them by. Be that as it may, THIS city's tour date is a bit more special than the locations before it, as well as those that lie ahead. Duckburg just happened to have a unique connection to a certain act directly related to the ongoing tour. A crew of talented, ambitious young men united with one common goal, and they have caused such a stir in the entertainment industry that many found it hard to ignore their presence; whether they liked it or not. With their boisterous sound, this posse of musicians has not only struck fear and disgust in the hearts of conservative adults, and excitement and hope in the hearts of an entire generation of rebellious youngsters (much like themselves). This is a clique that silenced the teases, taunts, slanders, and laughter of naysayers that have plagued them since their early childhood. A teenage fraternity that used their own infamous reputation as a platform to aid in their conquest, and to rise above frightening odds. That group is known far and wide as D-Set.
As a crowd full of thousands continued to wait their turn to go inside, a tour bus coincidently carrying D-Set as passengers slowly pulled up to the arena. The several fans outside went into a frenzy of excitement behind the barricades as they watched the bus cruise by. The members of the band couldn't help but watch in awe from the inside of the bus. "Bruuuuh! Look at how many of 'em are waiting outside!" said Bobby Zimmeruski, one of the six 14-year-old members of D-Set. "That's what I'M sayin', man. I can only imagine what the inside is like! Lilly told us this place would be packed! I thought she was just yankin' us, at first," said Louie Duck. The group's leader, Huey Duck, shook his head and smirked, "After all this time, they still don't get the picture. C'mon, guys. It's US we're talkin' about here. Why the hell are you so surprised?" Dewey Duck, the second-in-command of the group, decided to deflate his arrogant brother's ego by retorting, "Yeah, Hue. 'Cause the concert has absolutely NOTHING to do with the headliner. As a matter of fact, they're all just standing there for their health…and to serve as our welcoming committee…to a city we were born and raised in." "Oh, piss…ALL THE WAY off, Dew. You DO remember they all have to go through US before they see Powerline, right? If you ask me, the crowd's gettin' a double dose of badassery," Huey smugly replied. "Correction, genius: They have to go through SECURITY before they get to Powerline. And I'm sure they'll get their asses handed to them on a silver platter when they try. Hue, I knew you were a few pickles short of a full jar but damn," Dewey joked. Huey responded by flipping his brother off, "Hater."
Another member of D-Set, Max Goof, was beginning to become impatient. This was partially due to his own excitement to start the show, as well as his annoyance with another one of many arguments between the Duck brothers. Max massaged his forehead and grumbled, "Here we go again with the ego trips. Hey. You guys mind doin' us the simple favor of…well, I dunno… GETTING OFF THE BUS?!" "Can't. Won't. This beast is still in motion, bruddah," Bobby commented. Louie added, "Don't trip over it, Max. It's cool. We can only go as far as the bus takes us, man." Max groaned in frustration. "…Ooooor, if you'd like, we could just let you hang off the side of the bus. Hell, you can even give 'fives' n' handshakes to the fans as we pass by," Dewey nonchalantly stated. "Are you KIDDING ME, right now?" "Well, he didn't say NO! Lou, grab the rope from my bunk." "Louie, I swear if you even THINK of going through with this, I PROMISE your ass will be kicked from here to New York. There WILL be a fight," Max scowled. Louie hopped from his seat and smirked with his arms folded replying, "Oh! You wanna take it there, huh?" "I did just say 'from here to New York.' How far are you willing to go?" the canine replied with a smirk, cracking his knuckles. Dewey replied as he also rose from his seat, "Well, I wish you the VERY best of luck, mi amigo. Keep in mind you'll be outnumbered; 2 to one." "THREE to one if I start gettin' antsy," Huey added. "Ah. So THAT'S how you wanna play, huh? Maybe it won't be so funny after I call the 'HEAVYWEIGHT SAVAGE!'" Max summoned. However, he got no response other than Bobby saying, "I'm not so heavy but you know I'm sittin' right here, right?" "Precisely my point, Bobby." Bobby frowned at Max's response. "Like I said; Let me get the 'HEAVYWEIGHT SAVAGE' up in here!" Max yelled. Still, there was no response. Max growled, "Be right back," and stormed to the back of the bus. "Bringing in reinforcements to compensate for your lack of nuts; Gotcha," Huey teased as he skimmed through a magazine. "What are you talkin' about, bro? Louie brought a whole jar of 'em before we left," Bobby reassured. Max, Dewey and Huey all shook their heads in confusion as Louie hunched his shoulders.
Once he made it to berthing, Max pulled back the drapes to one of the bunks. Just as he suspected, he found his best friend napping in his bed. Fortunately, Max knew just what to do to get his attention. "WAKE UP, PJ!" Max yelled from the top of his lungs directly into round cat's ear. Adding insult to injury, Max snatched PJ by his shirt and pulled him out of his bunk onto the floor (a miraculous feat considering their size difference). "Rrrrrgh! What the hell, Max?!" PJ groaned, albeit through muffled words. "Dude, get up," said Max, "We made it to the stadium and we're about to go on stage. You're gonna make us late if you sleep in." "How long ago did we make to back to Duckburg?" PJ mumbled. "About 15 minutes ago, Peej! The show's about to start!" "Wait…WHAT?!" PJ jumped to his feet in shock and grabbed rest of his clothes. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME WE WERE HERE, MAN?! OH, CRAP!" "Welp, looks like PJ's finally up," Dewey calmly commented from the front of the bus. PJ scrambled to put his clothes on and frantically sped to the front of the bus. "Next time, give m10-minutenute heads-up, guys! What's the deal?!" Not taking much forethought into the situation, PJ subconsciously made his way to the exit. "PJ! WAIT!" Max yelled. "KID, WHAT ARE YA DOIN'?! STOP!" cried the bus driver. PJ somehow managed to open the door of the bus in his frenzy…while the bus was still in motion. Max and Bobby flashed to the exit and grabbed PJ before tragedy struck. "NOT COOL! PULL BACK, BRAH!" cried Bobby, holding tightly to PJ as he dangled on the edge. "PEEJ! GET BACK IN HERE! ARE YOU FRIGGIN' RETARDED?!" Max yelled. Louie was on the edge of his seat in shock, while Huey was shaking his head in frustration. Dewey, however, was on the deck of the bus, nearly breathless with laughter saying, "I'm not gonna answer that question!"
Finally, the bus reached its stopping point near the stadium. Once PJ was back inside the bus safe and sound, Max decided to clarify his previous statements. "Jesus, Peej. You were a funeral waiting to happen. We're at the stadium and the show's gonna start soon, sure enough. I never said, 'It's time to get off the bus' though," said Max. "Thanks a lot, Max. I really appreciate you shedding light this information AFTER I ALMOST BECAME ROADKILL!" PJ irritably retorted. "Aw, tone it down, man. We saved ya, didn't we? BARELY succeeded, mind you, but still. And you said Cheddar Whiz was bad for my health," Bobby reassured. "Got me there. We would've caught hell trying to keep Ms. P off our throats, let alone finding another bassist," Louie added. Dewey finally gathered his senses and commented, "Oh, stop sobbing, you pansies. PJ's a big boy. He could've ridden that wave. If anything, it probably would've felt like we were going over a speed bump. Maybe it'd give us an idea of what the bus would be like if it had a hydraulics system." "God, you're such an asshole sometimes, Dewey," PJ groaned, facepalming. Huey walked over and pat his friend on the shoulder saying, "If anything, I'll say this; you've got enthusiasm. You somehow found a way to open the friggin' door without the driver's help. Bus was still truckin' and you're ready to hop off," Huey laughed, "Nobody's gonna stop you from getting to the show. Now, THAT'S what I call MOTIVATION…or stupidity; whatever comes first." "Screw. Each. And every one of you," PJ snapped, causing the group to burst into laughter.
"Alright, guys. Let's get focused here," said one of their chaperones and fill-in band members. "Remember we got a show to do. It's cool if to get hype, n' all, but don't get side-tracked. Feel me?" said the other chaperon and band member. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. 'Stop having fun.' You guys insist on being buzzkills this whole tour, dontcha?" said Huey. As he looked through a window of the bus, Huey couldn't help but feel proud by the amount of supporters he, his brothers, and his friends have garnered through their trials and tribulations. He then looked towards his bandmates, who returned humble smirks and confident nods. Try as he did to keep a cool demeanor, Huey could no longer contain the smile that crept on his face. To think that six teens from Duckburg made the transition from being a clique of unknowns to becoming celebrities and hometown heroes was something unheard of. It was a transition that occurred so quickly that it almost became a blur, but respect and success did not come overnight, contrary to what many would think. It was well earned.
In the midst of D-Set's reflected on their rise to glory, the door of the tour bus finally opened and large, muscular bear with a black shirt and khakis signaled for the riders to depart. "Alright. D-Set and crew, it's time to roll. We're gonna need you guys to form a single-file line when you step outta the bus. For your safety, we highly recommend that you stay close to us, alright?" said the bodyguard. Huey, Dewey, Louie, Max, PJ, Bobby and two chaperones rose from their seats. "Gentlemen," said Huey as he smiled and casually donned his trademark designer shades, "Let's cause some chaos. Squad UP!" The bandmates cheered and chattered ecstatically as they exited the bus. Upon setting foot on the pavement, the group was greeted with wails of happiness and well-wishes from the crowd. As they approached the entrance of the arena, barely able to hear themselves think, the gang coincidentally shared a single sentiment:
Man. It kinda gives me goosebumps thinking about how this all started…
Damn Cliffhangers! Sorry, people but I had to. That's about all the time I have for this episode of D-Set. Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing it. Mind you; this submission is only as the prolog. So don't get TOO excited, people. The best and worst (for the characters, that is) is yet to come. As previously mentioned in the description, this story will have some PG-13 content, including Language (as I'm sure you've noticed by now), Crude Humor (as I'm sure you've noticed by now), Some Violence and Suggestive Dialogue. But I figured I'd inform you anyway, just in case you didn't get the memo. Be sure to spread this around like a rumor or a sickness. Constructive criticism is always welcome. With that being said, thanks for reading. Means more than you think. Dueces!
