Bushroot was feeling kind of weird as he woke again, he had to blink a couple of times as the light seemed to blind him, and then had to rub his eyes as he yawned. Well at least he didn't felt like he had been poisoned anymore. Spike, his loyal flytrap was still there, probably as sleep as the plant didn't even respond to Bushroots awakening. "There, there Spike." he padded the plant on the head. Though it still didn't respond. "Oh, you were probably up all night huh, that's no good in wintertime where we lack sunlight as it is."
He yawned once again as he straightened out his arms, and finally got up on his legs, wondering of Negaduck had arrived yet to share his plants or the masked menace had decided to let the four of them cook for another while. Bushroot didn't mind though, as much as he indeed was the button of the food chain in the fearsome five, they were still his partners, something Bushroot enjoyed having, a fact he cherished.
he found his way to the living room and was met with quite the mess, Quackerjack seemed to have been set loose with all of his toys, and half made dolls seemed to be laying everywhere, Megavolt even seemed like he had decided to help as a contraption that did not look like any toy was tossed aside.
As bushroot discovered he had almost stepped on a dolly, he carefully picked it up with the intention of putting it on the table, and he was really carefully! who knew what this innocent looking thing could do, perhaps it was filled with acid, perhaps it was actually a gas container. curiously Bushroot examined the doll a bit closer, trying to figure what it could be.
"HEY!" Quackerjack suddenly stood in the door, a teddy-bear aimed right at Bushroot. "Put that down!"
"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to set it off." hurriedly Bushroot placed it on the table as intended.
"How did you get in here wack-jack?" Quackerjack asked not lowering the Teddy one bit.
Bushroot blinked. "You mean into the living room or into the house?" he asked.
"You know what I mean." Quackerjack stated. "And boy pale, you choose the wrong house to break into, but fun for me! fun for me."
Bushroot held up both his hands, it had seriously flipped for Quackerjack! not that it was any kind of surprise, but it left Bushroot in a rather delicate position. "Now now, calm down." he tried. "No use over-reacting."
"Hey guys!" QuackerJack called over the shoulder. "It's playtime!"
Two other heads appeared in the door.
"How the hell did that guy get in here?" Megavolt asked.
"What?" Bushroot asked.
"I mean, if it was someone like Darkwing I could understand, but that guy looks like such a nerd." Megavolt continued.
"Guys." Bushroot tried both his hands still in the air. "It's just me."
"Me who?" Quackerjack asked. "Everyone is a me, or at least I hope so, it's so confusing with the people who is a we."
"huh?" Bushroot asked and then at last shook his head. "Doctor Bushroot!" he stated, at their odd looks he defeated added. "Bushbrain."
Warily the other three looked at each-other. Megavolt shrugged. "Well, I only know one person with such a stupid voice and so tired eyes."
At last QuackerJack lowered the teddy and walzed inside to stand right in front of Bushroot looking him over, before he at last poked him with a finger.
"Auw!" Bushroot let out and rubbed the sore spot. "Why did you do that?" he asked, and then lifted an eyebrow. "Say, didn't I used to be taler than you?" he asked.
"I guess that depends in what term you mean 'used to'" Quackerjack stated walking a turn around Bushroot, making Bushroot almost twirl around as he tried to follow Quackerjack with his eyes.
"What do you mean?" Bushroot asked.
"Try and do this!" Quackerjack held up a hand in front of his own face wrickling all the fingers.
"Why?" Bushroot asked.
"Come on, come on try it!" Quackerjack encouraged as he jumped up and down. "Or are you scared?"
"Scared?" Bushroot asked a little disbelieving. "Fine." he then said putting his own hand in front of his face, wrickling his fingers, that was when he halted and stopped moving his hand, instead just started intensely at it. "Hey." he uttered. "That's a normal ducks hand."
And he looked down of himself and was met what could be called the sight of a pretty regular duck.
"I would never have believed it if I didn't see it." Megavolt commented as he leaned against the wall with crossed arms. "But it suits you way better to be part plant!"
"This is.. this is wonderful!" Bushroot exclaimed. "No more an outcast! no more a freak! I can walk in the street, I can get my life back!" he exclaimed with both arms in the air, before he ran out in the bathroom to see his own reflextion.. "All though... Megs is right." he murmured. "Look wise the plant thing was in improvement, but oh well, I suppose you can't have everything." he turned around and ran back to the fly-trap. "Spike! Spike!" he called. "Spike look! we can life like normal duck and plant." but the flytrap didn't respond, it just stood absolutely still. "Spike?" Bushroot asked. "Hey Spike, talk to me." he pleaded, but the flytrap stood still as any normal fly trap would. "Oh no." Bushroot murmured. and then turned his head around. "Do we have something in here we can plant Spike in!" he asked. "Quickly!"
"Why?" Megavolt asked as he finally came into the room.
"I didn't create Spike or anything." Bushroot murmured as he lifted up the plant in his arms. "It's my telepathic link with plants that makes them come alive, Spike to, one day he just started following me out of the blue.. and well, I just kept him.. but without my link, he is just a plant, he needs to be planted before he withers!"
"So what you are saying is that you don't have that link anymore?" Megavolt asked.
"It.. it doesn't seem like it." Bushroot swallowed.
"So you're... normal?" Megavolts rat nose wrinkled in utter disgust.
"Well I wouldn't say that, we are all individuals you know." Bushroot tried to state.
"Your normal" Megavolt stated.
"Well.. I suppose.. I suppose I am." Bushroot at last admitted. "But hey that isn't so bad is it? after all, I'm still the same old Reggie." he turned around to carry Spike in the direction of the kitchen, praying just find something he could plant the fly trap in.
What he managed to find was an old and very rusty pot, thankfully dirt was something he himself was always able to provide. "There there Spike." he sighed relieved. "Now just for some water, there is plenty of flies for you in this dump and you'll be all fine." he clasped the earth around the roots of the fly trap. "You're a strong plant aren't you, you'll be able to make it through!" he picked up the improvised pot. "Though I better get you to the plant house quickest possible, there will be warmer there, and artificial sunlight for you, I know it's not nearly as good as real sunlight, now I tried the difference for myself, but just hang in there."
He was just about to leave the entire apartment behind as he was held back.
"Where do you think your going slacker-wack?" Quackerjack asked as he had a firm grip on Bushroots shoulder.
"To my green house!" Bushroot told. "I need to get Spike somewhere warm and wet, and I need to go to my lab so I can figure out what exactly happened."
"no can't do?" Quackerjack shook his head.
"why?" Bushroot asked.
"Negs could be here any minute, and if you're not here." Quackerjack shivered lightly. "It'll be us under the chainsaw."
"Oh." Bushroot fell back. "No I wouldn't want that, Of cause I stay around. But after that, I really need to get back to my green house! It could be a matter of life and death, perhaps something is really wrong with me!"
"Sure." Quackerjack let Bushroot back to the living room. "You'll just go home and do what you need to do after Negs is done with us." Quackerjack assured crossing his fingers behind his back.
