Webby's Secret
Webby's pov
"Really author? You are giving me my own pov for my secret? That makes no since." I argue with the author.
"I did that for Louie, so you can do yours." The author replies.
"Louie's secret was mental! Whatever. So...I don't have any secrets. Other than the one on tv that everyone knows." I shrug.
The readers boo.
"Fine! Let me at least do something for you. Come on, author. I need you to write for me in the living room." I lead the author.
"Hey, Louie." I greet Louie who is lazing around on the couch.
"You aren't watching 'Ottoman Empire'?" I ask.
"No. It's 'Duckburg's Got Talent'. I normally watch it with Dewey, but he isn't around. We pretend to be the judges sometimes. We both wish we were on the show." Louie sighs.
"Maybe you can be! I saw someone who was 5-years-old on the show once!" I point out.
"Yeah. We've tried everything. Dad won't let us on the show. He says he wants to protect us from the acting world while he can." Louie pouts.
"Dad?" I ask.
"Yeah. That's what Donald Duck is to me." Louie says firmly.
He is sorta adorable.
I simply nod though.
"Can I watch the tv with you?" I ask.
"Sure." Louie shrugs.
We watch as a dude attempts to sing and miserably fails.
All the judges started to 'x' them off.
Louie smirks and lightly laughs.
"Hey Webs, can I tell you something?"Louie muted the ads that come on.
"Sure. Go ahead." I reply, surprised.
"My brothers don't even know. Can I trust you? They already think I'm a baby as is. That's my fault though. They will do whatever I want if I act like a baby. They think I'm adorable, which I am, so I always get my way. I don't know how they haven't caught onto me yet. I mean..." Louie blabs on.
"Louie! I can keep a secret. Please just tell me. I won't tease or think of you any differently." I roll my eyes, which makes me think we kind of reversed rolls.
"Right. Sorry. I'm a talker. It's an advantage and disadvantage. It can get me in or out of trouble. It's really just the skill of..." Louie starts talking again.
I give him a look that shuts him up.
"Secret. Right. I have anxiety towards my brothers. Like, major anxiety. Fear of losing them, having them hurt, being separated too long, stuff like that. I just found it out. I've always hated when my brothers leave though. Like when Huey..." Louie is about to talk for hours again.
I do the quickest and dumbest thing I think of first to make him stay quiet.
I may currently be...kissing Louie Duck.
He tenses up and eventually gets the mind to pull away.
"Webby! What the Hell?! You have a boyfriend! My brother!" Louie cusses.
I gasp in shock.
"I-I told you I was bad at controlling my words sometimes...most times." Louie blushes.
"I know. I'm sorry. I'll keep your secret if you will promise to never tell anyone about whatever just happened now. It was just the first thing I thought of! I'm so sorry!" My eyes tear up.
"It's ok, Webs. Some people ship us anyways." Louie smirks at the readers.
"But that doesn't matter! In this series, I'm with Dewey. It's not ok to cheat on him with his own brother." I sigh.
"Yeah. Besides, I kinda like your friend you bring around. She's the only one that can actually make me be at a lose for words." Louie grins.
"Then I need to bring Lena around more often." I laugh.
Louie playfully punches my shoulder and then slightly smiles.
"Where's Dewey? I feel like I should go spend some time with him." I tell Louie.
"Uh...he said something about doing a super duper top secret thingy. I don't know what that means. He's Dewey. Figure it out." Louie shrugs.
I immediately realize it's his talkshow thing.
"Ok. Thanks." I start to walk off.
"Dewey didn't want to watch our show together, so I don't know if he wants anyone around or anything. You can try though." Louie clearly looks upset.
I sigh and go over to hug him.
He stops me before asking, "You aren't going to kiss me again, are you?"
We laugh and I embrace Louie.
He pulls away a few seconds later and pulls his hood up.
"What's wrong?" I ask him.
"No one wanted to hangout or anything. I even offered to do the other ducks things. Beakly didn't even want help cleaning. I rarely ask that. I came in here to sulk to be honest. See how bad the anxiety is? It's really just that I can't be alone also. I don't want to lose anyone in my family. Even Uncle Gladstone." Louie sort of cries.
"I guess I will stay. Do you want to do anything in particular?" I offer.
"Really?! Thanks, Webby! Want to just play some cards or something? Or video games. I'd rather do video games." Louie laughs.
"Let's play a video game then! You'll have to teach me how to play though. Granny thought they were too intense for a while. Then she realized I'm way more violent and such. She just never got me a video game." I explain.
"I see how annoying it is when I talk forever now." Louie jokes.
We laugh and go to play a video game.
Louie teaches me the controls, but soon wishes he hadn't.
I beat him badly ever time.
"Ugh! You are harder to play against than Huey or Dewey!" Louie throws his controller as I win again.
"Do you win against them?" I ask.
"No. Huey has great strategy, and Dewey has his great gaming luck and such." Louie admits.
I ty not to laugh.
"No judgment!" Louie whines, playfully.
Finally, Donald calls Louie to go help him with his budget plan along with Huey.
"Bye, Louie! It was fun!" I wave.
"Yeah. Thanks for beating me every time." He grins.
I feel happier knowing I made Louie genuinely smile.
Maybe he isn't as bad as I thought he was.
I have to find Dewey now though.
I walk into a room that I hear ridiculous amounts of noises from.
"Oh. Looks like we are having a surprise guest. H-hi, Webs. Viewers, this is my girlfriend, Webby!" Dewey blushes, but soon regains his normal confidence.
"Hi everyone!" I wave at the camera.
Dewey ushers me to the guest chair and asks me a few questions.
We soon end the talkshow with a dance party.
"Why haven't you told your brothers about your talkshow? It's not like the...Della secret." I whisper the last part.
"I know. I just...I don't know. Please just don't tell them!" Dewey begs.
"They would be good guests though..." I imply, teasingly.
"No! Please Webby! Just keep this between us!" Dewey gets down on his knees and begs some more.
"Only because that was just about the cutest thing I've ever seen." I kiss his forehead.
Dewey grins, goofily.
I'm still worried about the Louie kiss though.
What was I thinking?
I love Dewey.
No one could be as special as him.
"Something bothering you, lovely?" Dewey attempts at a pet-name.
I softly smile at that.
"I'm fine." I lie.
"Ok. You know you can tell me anything, right? There's nothing that you could say to make me stop loving you." Dewey flirts.
"Thank you, Dewey. It's good to know that." I hug him.
"I love it when you hug me. Sometimes, it means more than when you kiss me. That's how much I love it." Dewey whispers as I embrace him, still.
Uh oh.
I hugged Louie too!
I can't tell Dewey.
I wish I could go back and undo all the stuff like kissing and hugging Louie.
I'm so ashamed.
To think Louie was my absolute least favorite triplet.
Scratch that.
Least favorite person in the mansion.
What changed?
Maybe it's that I love Dewey so much, his brothers kind of grew on me as well?
No.
Let's face it.
I probably have a small crush on Louie too.
Eww.
It makes me want to vomit even just thinking about it.
I REALLY hope that's not the case.
I look down at Dewey whose wrapped up in my arms.
There's no way I could ever feel anything for anyone else, right?
Right.
It have to be right.
"What are you thinking about?" Dewey pulls slightly away, pressing his forehead against mine.
He stares lovingly into my eyes and I get this feeling to where nothing else in the universe matter other than this simple creature right here.
"Just how much I love you. You aren't like anyone else. I mean that in a good way." I say before actually pressing our beaks together.
Dewey gets SUPER flustered from that action.
I pull him over to a window seat that's in the room and we sit down.
"I never noticed how beautiful it is outside this window." I breath.
"It's better at night. Midnight to be precise. Huey showed me." Dewey grins.
"Oh." I simply reply.
I pull Dewey's head down to my lap due to him looking exhausted.
I hadn't noticed that before.
"I can't rest now. There's too much to do." Dewey protests.
"Shh. It's ok. Just tell me what you need to be done and I'll take care of it." I offer.
"Thanks, my beautiful princess. Want me to make a list, or tell you?" Dewey tries again with a pet-name.
It's so sweet that he thinks I'm beautiful!
"Just tell me. I'll do the work of making a list." I smile.
"Huey is busy but he needs his latest badge ironed onto his sash. Louie wants me to clean up in my room because he is disgusted with me. I also promised Louie I would clean off our bathroom shower and mop in there and our room from tracking mud through. It's my turn to do the dishes also. That's a bit much. You absolutely don't have to clean my room." Dewey softly laughs.
"I told you I would take care of everything. Just rest for once. You almost never stop moving." I point out.
"I guess you're right. Thank you, Webby. You don't know how much this, and you mean to me." Dewey finally shuts his eyes.
In a few minutes, he is asleep.
I place a pillow under his head in place of my lap.
I also grab a few blankets for Dewey, as he always thinks it's too cold.
I sorta turned this into a debbigal fic...lol.
I tiptoe out of the room and quietly shut the door.
I sigh in relief and go to do the things Dewey needed done.
I sorta wonder why he did his talkshow before that, but I put that thought aside.
The real question is why is Dewey doing all these things for his brothers?
Does he always do this.
There is a lot of thoughts I have currently.
I go to do Dewey's dishes first since the other tasks can be done in Dewey's room.
I scrub all the dishes and then place them in the dishwasher.
There were none to be put away, surprisingly.
I clean out the sink and then wipe the water off the counters from my work with the dishes.
The whole process took about 10-15 minutes.
Not too bad.
I skip on up to Dewey's room and open the door.
Louie was right.
It does smell horrible in here.
I just grin knowing Dewey caused this.
I see Huey's bed is made perfectly, and Louie's bed definitely shows he's been laying there.
There are no red colored items that aren't precisely in their spot.
Dewey's bed is stripped and the sheets are thrown on the ground.
There's something written on the sheets.
It says, 'wash about 5 times to get rid of the smell, filth, and this sharpie. Please be hygienic. -Louie'.
I laugh.
I need to take these sheets and any other clothes to get washed.
I spot a laundry basket that has clothes still needing to be put up.
They are Dewey and Louie's.
A note in fancy paper lies on top of the basket in really neat handwriting.
This note says, 'Dewey and Louie, if you will ever decide to put up the clothes I wash for you, I already folded them, separated them by what drawer/closet section they go into, and put the exact amounts of hangers in your colors for the clothes that hang. Dewey, please put your clothes up so you don't wear the same thing every day until we chase you around and get you to finally change. Louie, please help me teach Dewey hygiene and proper roommate behavior by not being too lazy to put up your clothes. This note was written on August 20th so we know how long these clothes have been sitting here. -Huey'
Wow.
Huey is pretty responsible.
I place all of Louie's clothes in his drawers and his sections of his closet first.
I then pick up one of Dewey's shirts and a whole bunch of sand falls out on the floor.
"Dang it." I mutter, trying not to cuss.
I throw Dewey's shirt into the dirty pile and pick up some of his swim trunks.
Out roll a whole bunch of soda cans.
"Louie." I growl.
I shake up the soda further so it will explode when Louie opens it.
I then smirk and place it behind some really long books on his shelf.
I then realize that those aren't books.
They are storage for junk food.
I roll my eyes and stick a note on one to tell him I moved his soda.
I pick up one of Dewey's tee-shirts and a whole bunch of worms are inside.
There's also dirt and some crumbs.
"That's fairly disgusting." I gag before placing that shirt into a plastic bag with some air holes so I can quickly take the worms outside where they belong.
I carefully move the worms from Dewey's shirt to some dirt that would be appropriate for the worms to be healthy.
I double check for more worms before heading back to Dewey's room to put this shirt in the dirty pile.
His dirty pile means I'm washing those items like 50 times.
His clean items mean I'm washing them like 10-15 times.
Over exaggerating by a bit, but you get it.
I sigh and see what Dewey's clothes will have next.
It's surprisingly vacant.
I throw that shirt in the wash only 2-3 times pile, aka the clean pile.
I go through finding candies stuck to his clothes, what I hope is some green slime, and tons of stains, wrinkles, and rips.
I need to get rid of some of these things.
Some of Dewey's clothes aren't even his size anymore.
I don't understand how something like this could happen.
I finally put Dewey's wash 9 times clothes and the sheets in the laundry basket and place the basket to the side.
Dewey's 'cleaner' clothes go in a laundry bag that is normally used for dirty camp clothes.
I climb up to Dewey's bed and see the mattress is ripped, stained, drawn on, and even has springs sticking out of the mattress.
I sigh.
How does this even happen?
He was even given the middle bunk so he couldn't jump on the bed!
I take the mattress off which just so happens to be dripping wet from all kinds of spilt things.
I gag again as it squishes onto the floor.
I have to clean the floors anyways.
Why not put dirt, candy, bugs, sand, and whatever the heck was on Dewey's bed on the floor also.
I hear a sound like a deflating ballon and I climb off of the bunkbed to see where it's coming from.
All of a sudden, Dewey's mattress explodes with all kinds of sodas I think.
"Crap!" I yell while muttering some stuff that's not so nice about Louie.
I sigh.
Now I have to deal with the soda explosions from INSIDE of Dewey's mattress.
I see why the mattress had so many rips and tears now.
Louie used those to shove sodas inside.
That's not stupid at all!
I haul Dewey's mattress outside their room and out to the dumpster where it belongs.
I then go and grab Dewey a new mattress from a room full of bed supplies.
I put the mattress on his bed and I put new, blue sheets on his bed.
It already smells better.
Under Huey's bed which is the bed above Dewey's has gum stuck to it, pencils, drawings of farts and such, and tons of holes.
How did that happen?
I get that Dewey lays in his bed and draws on the board above him, but I don't get how all the holes got there.
We might need to replace this board so that Huey's bed won't bonk onto Dewey's bed and crush him.
I carry Huey's mattress out into the hallway where it's actually clean and I go to find some sturdy board that Dewey can't poke holes in easily.
I grab a couple of boards so I can just rebuild the bed frame.
Granny taught me how to do it properly.
I drill out all of Huey's bed frame and I toss it into a trash pile.
I then see Dewey's bed frame, the ladder, and Louie's bed frame are sort of messed up too.
I sigh before carrying Dewey and Louie's mattress to where Huey's is and then start taking down the whole structure.
I take the messed up bed frame and boards out to the dumpster where they too belong.
I grab some instructions from the new triple bunkbed I'm going to set up.
I get to work drilling in all of the boards and make a steady frame.
I then add a special touch the triplets will love by painting each of their bed frames by their favorite colors.
I wrote little notes on all the boards before painting over them though.
Its just scripture and sweet notes, but it's comforting to know they are there.
I put some fans in the triplets room and wait for their new bed frame to dry.
I smile at my work and I see it's been about 3 hours.
Dewey is probably awake.
I can't believe I did all that in 3 hours!
That's pretty good actually.
I pull out the ironing board and iron and start ironing Huey's badge on his sash for his Junior Woodchucks thing.
I hang Huey's sash with his uniform and put away the ironing stuff when I'm done.
I then go into the triplets bathroom and see junk piled so high on the counter, it touches the ceiling.
I sigh and get to work sorting items by color.
I put all the dental equipment in a drawer that has a label sticker saying it's for dental stuff.
I take a bunch of dirty clothes, bath cloths that are also dirty, and towels that are disgusting into the laundry basket or bag.
I go to bring all the dirty clothes down to be washed in one of the laundry rooms.
I will also wash them the old fashion way, but this will be a good first wash through.
I start a couple different loads of clothes due to there being more than one washer, and I leave the rest there to be washed later.
I turn the sign on the laundry room door to 'occupied' and I go back to the triplets room.
In their bathroom, I find many things to go into their closet (such as shoes. Definitely not clothes.) and I decide to reorganize their closet and drawers to how they should be.
I copy Huey's organizing from his sections of the closet and his portion of drawers to do Dewey and Louie's.
I also take out everything and wipe the actual drawers down.
I throw all of Dewey's clothes in a separate dirty pile due to them being disgustingly filthy.
Louie doesn't have too many clothes in his drawer and I see all his clothes in his dirty hamper.
At least he knows where his clothes go after one wear.
"Why are all these pieces of furniture so dusty? Does even Huey not dust?" I ask no one in particular.
I do a deep clean of the furniture and then take a quick break.
I admire the parts of the room that are clean.
I'm pretty proud that I did all this.
Dewey wouldn't have done anything of the sort.
"What's all this?" Louie gasps walking into his room.
"I'm just cleaning up. I let Dewey rest and I came to your room to clean. I hope you aren't mad." I frown.
"Absolutely not! Thank you so much! I was just coming in here to get my earphones. You even painted our bed frame in our colors?!" Louie exclaims.
"Yeah. Your headphones aren't hanging on your bed ladder anymore. They are on the headphone hooks in the closet." I tell him.
"I am never letting this room get messy again." Louie swears.
He grabs his headphones and then falls over at the sight of the closet.
"I couldn't even walk in here before! I can maybe grab my tank tops now rather than hoodies all Summer! Thanks Webby!" He grins.
"Your welcome. I'm not done. I still have to clean the floors, take this laundry to wash, wash Dewey's laundry a few more times, finish the bed when it dries, and finish up in the bathroom." I list.
"Wait, you are cleaning the bathroom too? You are like, my favorite person right now." Louie runs towards the bathroom to see how much I've cleaned.
"This is so crazy. I don't know what to say. I'm going to go tell Huey!" Louie rushes out of the room.
I decide I've had enough break and I drag the rest of all the triplets' laundry to the laundry room to be in line to wash.
I restart all of Dewey's clothes that have finished washing for the first time.
It will be nice for the triplets to actually have a clean room.
I see an incense burner in their room and I start it, filling the air with a pleasant aroma.
I sweep and then mop everywhere.
I scrub in the triplets shower and unclog the drains of the shower and sink.
I organize the last of the bathroom's drawers and cabinets before scrubbing the counter.
I skip the toilet due to not wanting to do that currently so I decide to clean the fan in their bedroom which is connected to their bathroom.
There's so much dust, I don't know how they used to breath.
I clean the widows and pretty much everything else I can find to put off the toilet.
Once I take the last bit of trash out and replace the trash bags, I sigh seeing their bed frame isn't completely dry yet.
Time for the toilet to be scrubbed.
I sigh as I grab the toilet cleaner and spread it inside the toilet.
I grab the scrubber and try not to gag.
The door opens and Huey walks in.
"Scrubbing our toilet?! Are you possessed or something? Also, what the heck happened to our bathroom?!" Huey yells.
"I've been cleaning up a bit. Everything is also reorganized of Dewey and Louie's stuff to look like your drawers, cabinets, and sections of the closet do." I list.
"Wow. You even painted our bunkbed in our favorite colors?" Huey exclaims as Louie did.
"And replaced the frame because it was unstable and Dewey had messed it up. I pretty much redid all of Dewey's bed stuff. New frame, paint, mattress, sheets, pillow." I check off.
"You are amazing Webbigal Vanderquack. I guess I will have to accept that you are good for Dewey. Not anyone else." Huey sighs.
"Oh. I didn't know you didn't prefer our relationship." I frown.
"Yeah. It's wrong of me to think that. I don't know why my thoughts are like this." Huey shakes his head, shamefully.
"What? I'm confused. Do you want me away from Dewey? I want to make sure I have both of his brothers' approval." I tell him.
"I -I guess you d...I can't say it! I just can't. I should, buy I can't." Huey shouts.
"Why? What's wrong?" I ask, very worried.
"It's so wrong. The JWG says things against it. I shouldn't feel this way." Huey starts to cry, which you never see Huey do.
I watch as the oldest triplet falls apart in front of me whispering about something being wrong.
"You like the same girl that your brother is dating?" I offer gesturing to myself.
Huey shakes his head.
Oh.
"You have a crush on..." I imply.
Huey nods and sobs while on his knees.
I sit on the floor beside him and wrap my arm around him.
"I'm disgusting. You don't want to be near me." Huey pushes me away.
"I honestly don't know what to think about this. Let me just tell you, and not because I'm Dewey's girlfriend, just in general: never act on these feelings. You could get separate from him, have rumors started, and not have a good look in public for the family, and if you ever want to be successful. I hate to have to tell you that." I whisper.
"I know. Louie found out, but no one else knows. Why do I feel like this?" Huey asks me.
It's rare for him to ask for help, advise, or anything of the sort.
Actually, it's pretty much nonexistent.
Yet, here we are.
"It's normal for teenagers to have crazy feelings. As you get older, you will learn more about your feelings and yourself. Right now, we can't exactly determine everything about ourselves and our feelings. I had some misplaced feelings earlier." I admit.
"Are you saying I misplaced my feelings?" Huey sniffs.
Crap.
"I don't exactly know yet. I didn't know this was possible till today. Today, I accidentally kissed Louie. I was just trying to shut him up, but I should have thought more into my actions. Actions speak louder than word sometimes you know." I shrug.
"Kissed Louie? Wow. Thanks for telling me. I'm sure you didn't want to." Huey half smiles.
"Yeah. Your welcome." I grin.
It feels good to finally get rid of a secret.
"Could you please keep this a secret? I hate that this is happening to me." Huey begs.
"Fine. My beak is sealed." I sigh.
How am I supposed to keep all the triplets' secrets from each other?
This will be pretty hard.
I go back and finish scrubbing the toilet before finally seeing the bed frame is dry.
I bring the mattresses back into the room and place them and the fresh sheets on each bed.
I go grab some extra blue blankets for Dewey since he gets too cold most of the time.
I also turn the bed a bit so Louie's bunk is in line with the air conditioner vent in the wall since he gets too hot at night.
I know Huey is fine so I just leave his bed alone.
I put notes on each of their beds telling them what I did for the certain one of them, about the notes under the paint, and the cool and heat problem.
Dewey enters the room due to the now recovered Huey dragging him and Louie inside.
Huey takes a deep breath of nice, clean air.
Dewey falls back into Huey as he normally does when he gets over excited.
Louie starts taking pictures including the inside of drawers and such to remind the triplets how their room should look.
Dewey tackles me in a hug.
"You didn't have to do that. I already told you to leave our room to me. You really spent the whole day cleaning?" Dewey gasps.
"Yeah. I did." I blush.
He kisses me and then touches our foreheads together like earlier.
I see Huey looking a bit jealous and disappointed.
I feel bad now.
I pull a bit away from Dewey but he laces our hands together and grins.
"We can't thank you enough, Webs. We don't know how to repay you." Louie shakes his head, in shock.
"You can tell each other all the secrets I have to keep to myself and whatever triplet told me. It's hurting me to have all these secrets." I admit.
Every triplet blushes and looks at each other, awkwardly.
"We will go in order of importance. State why you kept your secret first so it's easier to say the actual secret. Dewey, then Louie, then Huey will be the order." I instruct.
"I kept my secret because I didn't want you guys to think lowly of me and tease." Dewey looks down.
"I kept my secret because I didn't want you to think I'm even more of a baby than I've already proven to be." Louie sighs.
"I kept my secret because it's wrong and you will probably think I'm disgusting." Huey hides his face in his hands.
"Now for the secrets..."
A/N
and...cliffhanger! The next chapter will be reactions to the secrets. I don't normally write anything like I wrote with Huey just now. I am still getting used to writing for others and I'm trying to keep all viewers happy. Please don't be offended by this. I'm just trying out some new things. So Webby's secret is that she knew all the secrets. She also has a few more to keep like the Della secret. That's about it though. I kinda wrote this at 3:00 in the morning, so...yeah. Reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks for reading if you actually got to this part!
