Darkwing Duck.
Origins of The Fearsome Five.
Chapter 2.
Negaduck smirked to himself, as he had made it back to his hideout with all of the files on the criminals of St. Canard. As he sat down, he put Steelbeak's aside, knowing he was out of question. He took Megavolt's and placed it on his left side, for the part he wanted to ally with.
He was about to continue, when something hit him. He took Megavolt's file up once more and a smirk crossed his beak as something hit him.
Of course he thourgh the guy looked familiar. In the Negaverse that he came from, Megavolt was a goody-good, who was together with three others. They formed "The Friendly Four". He looked as if he was about to gag, just thinking about the name. However, he soon got back on track. Since they were good in his universe, where everything was the opposite of this place, those four must be nasty here. He smirked, as he also realised how weak they were in his universe, which meant they must be pretty strong in this one.
He found the three rest files of Liquidator, Quackerjack and Bushroot. He read through them all and liked what he saw.
"They certainly are the opposite of the losers I deal with in the Negaverse."
Placing all the files down, he got up and headed instantly out of the room.
As he got down, he took on his helmet, got on his motorcycle, starting the big search. The first one he ran into was Megavolt, who had just confronted Darkwing Duck. He was inside a jewel store, and to the mallard's surprise, not taking any of the jewels, but the lightbulbs.
"What on earth are you doing?" He found himself asking.
Megavolt turned to look.
"Excuse me?" But his eyes then widened, which quickly turned to anger.
"Darkwing Duck? What happened to THE BIG DRAMATIC INTRO you always pull of? And what is with the change of colours?"
Negaduck growled, as he was mistaken for his goody-look-alike.
"The name is Negaduck, pal and I am nothing like the idiot who trips in the night!"
"Then why dress like him?"
"Long story. Anyway, I am here, because I like to give you an offer. What would you say to join me against Darkwing Duck and take over St. Canard, together with a bunch of other villians?"
Megavolt, who had went back to unscrewing the lightbulbs, looked up at this. First, he looked surprised, but then rolled his eyes and made a small grunt.
"Why should I? If I start hanging out with you, people might think I am helping Darkwing Dufus..."
Negaduck rolled his eyes at this.
"First, St. Canard know the very diffrence between me and that moron, if not, he would have been in jail a long time ago. Second, I want you to join me, because I have a feeling Darkwing Duck has a secret team that no one has seen yet. I mean, just look at him! How can a freak like him keep succeeding?"
Megavolt kept himself from remarking that Negaduck looked just like him, just with other colour cloths and a more sinister face, but thourgh better of it.
"So... if I say yes, will this team you are creating could get rid of Darkwing Duck for good?"
Negaduck smirked at this.
"That really depends on you and the other three I we will be working with..."
"And what if we do get rid of him? What then?"
"Then we shall take over St. Canard!"
Megavolt's eyes widened with excitement.
"You mean, I get to be able to save all those poor defenseless bulbs without anyone interfering?"
Negaduck really had to bit down his pride in order to not facepalm at the reply he received.
"Yes, if that is what you wanna do! Now will you join me or not?" He said in a raised voice, his patience growing thin.
"Sure! I am in!"
Negaduck's smirk widened, as he received the answer he had hoped for.
"Excellent! I meet you at this address 8 PM tomorrow!" He said as he handed the rodent a piece of paper with an address on and drove away on his motorcycle, to visit a mad toymaker.
Inside an old factory building, curses could be heard along with a loud explosion. A duck dressed as a jester was kneeling before what looked like a giant top.
"Darn it, Mr. Bananabrain! I don't have any generators big enough to charge this thing and I can't move it alone!" He whined, as he took out a doll with a banana as a face. His angry expression was changed to one of sadness.
"If only I had built it near a huge generator or at least had someone to help me..."
It was then he heard a knock on the doors. He didn't bother getting up. He was in a foul mood.
"Come in!" He yelled angrily instead. Negaduck entered and the jester just threw a look over his shoulder, but turned around and got up as he saw who it was, an expression of shock on his face, his anger completely gone.
"N-Negaduck?"
"Good! You know who I am. Quackerjack, I take it?"
The jester nodded, still too stunned to talk. What was the public enemy nr. 1 doing here, talking to him?
"Good. Then the rumors were true that you lived in what used to be your own toy factory."
Quackerjack looked like he was gonna throw a temper tantrum.
"It is not fair! I lost everything I worked hard for because of a stupid video game!" He stomped his food in frustration and crossed his arms, a pout on his huge bill with just as big teeth sticking out of it. Negaduck found his behavior to be like a big man-child.
"Listen, what would you say to help me and a few other criminals to get rid of Darkwing Duck and take over St. Canard?"
"Huh? But you are public enemy nr. 1! Why would you need me and some others help to take down Darkwing Duck?"
"Because I have him suspected for having a secret team, aside from his bulky sidekick! I mean, how else would you explain a wimp like him winning over super powered villians?"
"Well... Luck?" Quackerjack replied with a big grin planted on his beak. Negaduck slapped his forehead so hard, it leaved a red hand imprint.
"Beelzebub, I did not just hear that... No! He got someone in the shadows helping him, so I along with you and three others are going to to form a deadly team to get what is rightfully ours! What do you say?"
Quackerjack jumped up and down in excitement and nodded eagerly, his bells jingling as he did so.
"Oh, I love to, lord Negaduck! It sounds like a fun game! Oh oh! Can I find a name for us?"
Negaduck smirked and nodded.
"Hehe. Sure, Chuckles."
"I got it! How about "The Fabulous Five"?" Negaduck's smirk faded instantly as he heard the name and a blank expression formed.
"On second thourgh, I think I handle the name. You just come by this address tomorrow 8 PM tomorrow."
"Alright..." The clown pouted, as he took the paper, grumby over his suggestion got rejected.
Negaduck stopped at the end of a hill, where a road lead up to a huge house made of glass.
"This should be the greenhouse he hangs out in..." He stepped off his motorcycle and stepped onto the road leading up to the greenhouse. As soon as he did, rain started to fall. He looked confused and walked back to the motorcycle. As he did so, the rain stopped. He then stepped onto the road again and the rain came down once again.
"Summers are weird..." He grumbled and ran up the the greenhouse before he got too soaked. He bought his hands up to his eyes to get a good look inside. However, he ended up falling down into a puddle as something leaped at the window he was pearing in through. He looked up to see a giant Flytrap growling at him on the other side. He then heard a voice.
"Spike! What is it boy?" Next to the Flytrap appeared to be a mix between a duck and a plant with purple foliage. His blue eyes turned into one of surprise, as he saw the yellow clad mallard and opened the door to walk out to him.
"Who are you and why did you come? Normally people stay as far away from my greenhouse as possible."
Negaduck grinned and stood up.
"Well, if you came out more, you would know that I am not a normal st. canardian. The name is Negaduck, public enemy nr. 1. And you must be Dr. Bushroot, correct?"
"Um... yeah. What do you want?"
Negaduck growled in annoyance, as he felt his cloth's fabric starting to stick to his feathers.
"Can I at least get in? This rain is driving me nuts!"
"I guess..." Bushroot replied unsure, but didn't dare to object against public enemy nr. 1. Negaduck entered and turned to Bushroot as soon as he was inside.
"Regarding your question, I am here because I have read your police file and I liked what I saw. You see, I have Dipwing suspected for having a secret team that none of us villians ever see the faces of. So I am currently creating a team of five villians including myself and I like you to be one of them. When the team is created, we will get rid of both Darkwing Duck and his secret helpers."
Bushroot's eyes widened.
"You're really certain? You sure he just isn't lucky?"
"Dear Beelzebub, you too? No, his got a secret. His too moronic to be able to do it by himself, even with that sidekick of his."
"But if you think so little of him, why dressed as him?"
"As I said to another one of the team members, long story. What do you say?"
"Well, aslong as I can still get time to take care of all my plants and my Spike here, I am fine with it." He replied, petting his Flytrap, who had it's tongue sticking out of it's mouth as he petted it.
"Sure, whatever... Here is the adress. I want to see you there tomorrow 8 PM."
Satisfied, Negaduck drove of to the last place. The sewers. He was not thrilled with the last villains choice of hide out, to say the least. Nevertheless, he crawled down the ladder and jumped into the dirty waters. He put a hand up to where his nostrils were.
He froze right where he were as he heard footsteps behind him and turned, but saw no one. Before he even had time to turn around and continue, he felt his body get soaked once again, and that he got lifted of the ground. He felt his entire body, except from the neck and head.
He looked down to see that a giant hand made of water was holding him. Before him, the water formed into a canine like figure and it's eyes stared threatening at him.
"What the-?"
"Like the smell of sewer water? Then you are the right place, as the Liquidator will make sure you will drown in it for trespassing IN HIS LAIR!"
However, his glare faded away as he got a better look at the mallard before him.
"Darkwing Duck? You really think you fool anyone with the same cloth, but in different cloths?"
"I AM NOT DARKWING, AND LET ME GO ALREADY!" Negaduck screamed out in rage, his patience long gone.
The Liquidator drew closer to him to get a good look at him.
"Hmm... Your voice is different and you got a much more mean spirited glint in your eyes..."
"The name is Negaduck, thank you very much..."
His eyes widened and he let the short duck go, who dropped right into the sewer water.
"Negaduck, public enemy nr. 1? The Liquidator has heard a lot of you, but never seen you. What brings you down here?"
Negaduck growled in annoyance as he got back onto his feet and tried to dry his cape the best he could.
"I am currently gaining four of the most powerfull super villians on St. Canard and I have taken a look at your journal. Not bad at all. I am gonna make the biggest gang ever and not only get rid of Darkwing Duck, but also take over St. Canard! That way, he and that secret team of his can't beat us!"
He turned back to the watery canine with a sinister smirk.
"So, what do you say?"
Liquidator got a smirk on his face that mirrored Negaduck's.
"Survey says: You got a deal!"
Negaduck gave him a note as well and he headed back home, looking forward to the next day.
To be continued...
