A couple of Hours Earlier….
It was silent in the car as Elmo drove. He looked to the passenger seat, Negaduck seemed bored and lost in thought. They were no longer in their normal uniforms, didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb. Negaduck was in a sporting an unbuttoned expensive coat over a red dress shirt and a loose black tie and pair of torn black jeans. He called it his "disguise". If he didn't know any better, he'd say that he looked like Drake's slightly younger brother, but Drake had no siblings. Oddly enough, drake dress that way before Gosalyn came into the picture. Megavolt looked in the rearview mirror. Gosalyn's eyes were still red from her fight she had with father as she looked through her school notes for her homework.
"So, squirt," He started trying to break the silence. "Any chance you get to dissect a frog today?" Gosalyn continued to thumb through her notes. "No, the school won't let me, not after last time." She murmured. Negaduck snickered. Sputterspark ignored him and spoke again. "Look, kid, your dad just wants what is best for you, that's all." She looked up from what was she was doing. "That's what everyone says, he just wants Quiverquack out of the way so he can feed his ego." She responded. Megavolt laughed for the first time since the night day before. "That does sound like Drake, but he was way worse during high school and his first few years as Darkwing Duck. He fought with our professors, got sent to the office for starting fights with other students who picked on any of his friends, which was mostly me. Remind you of anyone?" he asked, fully aware of the frequent phone calls Drake got from the school.
Gosalyn blushed but smile. 'So, what changed?" she asked. Elmo smiled back. "The day he changed; was the day you came to live with him. He bought a house in the suburbs, a thing he swore he'd never do, he loved the city too much. Drake even swallowed his pride and got a stable job with me at Quackerwerks, until they closed down when the robots tried to take over." They pulled in to the school parking lot. "He may not be perfect like me,' he said jokingly." But he does care about you, more than you'll ever know.". Gosalyn got out of the car and turned to her chauffeur. "Thanks, Uncle Elmo," Gosalyn said as she swung her bag over her shoulders. "I needed that." Then she ran up the school steps and disappeared through the double doors. He turned his head to Negaduck, who had a smug toothy grin." What so funny?' he asked amused duck. "Oh, nothing," Negaduck said with a pause trying not to laugh. "Uncle Elmo," he said in the sweetest tone he could muster. "Not a word of this to Bushroot and Liquidator!" Sputterspark said red in the face. "I've my own ego to maintain!". Negaduck roared with laughter, as they spud off to the warehouse.
St. Canard Bridge
Launchpad sat up from his chair and rubbed his eyes. He had been studying over Darkwing's case files for a couple of hours and cross-referenced then with Negaduck's ledger. Nothing came close as to the description of the clone. Nor, a way for it to have crossed dimensions without getting on the Magica's train. Due to the clone's age, Negaduck suggested that he was from an alternate future. He got from the chair and paced around. He stopped in his tracks. After the Darkwing invasion, he and Scrooge McDuck had had a little disagreement. McDuck had believed if Darkwing Duck were to continue as he is, he should reveal his identity to the world, be held accountable for his actions, and aid in bring the Darkwing doppelgängers to justice. Launchpad had defended his friend, by stating that Darkwing was not going to get involved in politics again after the Inkblot tried to corrupt him and that most of the clones were under the influence of foul magic from Magica, an enemy Scrooge McDuck was all too familiar with. Scrooge made it clear that was that the some that weren't under her magic was what concerned him. He and his number one inventor Gyro Gearloose were already working on a way to make it possible to travel to different dimensions and timelines and had already begun to work on a prototype device. This was worth mentioning to D.W. once they met up again. Launchpad made his way to the elevator and took it down. Maybe Bushroot was having better luck than he was.
He entered the infirmary, the old Darkwing was on a hospital bed nailed to the floor and hooked up to various machines designed to keep him alive and monitor his progress. He was shackled by arms and ankles and had not wakened up. "If only he was this peace when he's awake." A voice came from behind him. Launchpad turned to address it. "On that, we can agree" he responded. Bushroot came down a ramp in a wheelchair, his body had regrown expect for his legs. It would be a little while longer before they would grow back. Until then he was wheelchair-bound. "How is he?" Launchpad asked. "He'll live," Bushroot answered, then proceeds to make his way to sleeping mallard. "Come with me, I want to show you something,' He said. 'There may be more to the patient than we realized.". Bushroot pulled out a notepad that he had been scribbling on. "What did ya learn doc?"
"The patient is around 50 years old, which puts him 20 years in the future of our own time." Bushroot started. "Secondly, we brought him here for medical attention, yet when I was ready to operate on him, his bruises were gone, and the bleeding had stopped. Over the last two hours his stab wounds, given to him by Negaduck via broken shotgun, had cleared up with little medical interference, and bones that would have taken months to mend, have almost healed. There is also this." He put down the notebook he was reading from. Smack. Bushroot struck the clone across the face. "Normally," Bushroot said, waving his hand to hush Launchpad who was going to speak against the "doctor's" treatment of the prisoner. "If a person has been knocked out cold, they would have awakened by now, or be awakened by an outside force or noise. However, as you can see…" Bushroot directed Launchpad to the still comatose duck. "So, what's your point," Launchpad asked trying piece it together.
" Last night, before the truce, Negaduck interrogated him in his way, via brutal beating." The plant scientist recalled. "He had escaped and forced open the door. I was surprised to see the tenacious mallard, in serious need of morphine, able to walk, much less able wield a weapon." Bushroot grew quiet as he remember to sounds that came from that room. "He escaped, but when we did find him this morning, his injuries were healed as if they were never there." He continued. "The patient must have had time to sleep since then. My theory is, that he exhibits some sort of healing factor when sleeping or in a comatose state, whether or not it is connected to his inability to be made alert, I'm not sure." Bushroot wheeled around the bed near the clone's head. "This may be why."
During his time at the University, Reginald Bushroot was paving his way through the field of botany. He was trying to eliminate world hunger by finding a way to make animals photosynthesize like plants. Before he had tested his finding on himself, resulting in the plant duck he is today, he tested on plants and lab rats provided by the University of St. Canard. Each one had a barcode on them. Bushroot rolled the head of the John Duck to the side. On the back nap of his neck was a barcode much like the ones he had used. "He was a victim of duck experimentation.," Bushroot explained. Bushroot looked to Launchpad, the larger duck looked pained. Bushroot could also felt sympathy for the clone. It was a violently driven induvial, who tried to evade capture twice and had refused Darkwing's help when he injured. Bushroot shook his head, the clone was their enemy, had killed Quackerjack in cold blood, and was hell-bent on killing Megavolt and anyone who got in his way. He couldn't afford to pity it.
The Warehouse
Negaduck and Megavolt appeared across the street from the warehouse. They had hidden the car at a nearby Hippo Burger, the same one Megavolt had visited last night. The Warehouse was deserted, not a single cop or reporter in sight. Negaduck had flipped through the radio after they had dropped off Gosalyn. The story was dead, not on a single station. He'd almost feel insulted if weren't considering the circumstances. "Looks like my counterpart made good on his end of the bargain," he said. "Let's not get shown up.". He looked to Megavolt, who wasn't paying attention. The rat was carrying a bouquet of brightly colored flowers he had "bought" from a local street vendor.
They entered through the broken window that the clone made when he had attacked. Negaduck landed on his feet like a cat, while as Megavolt landed on his stomach clumsily. The place was a mess of broken glass, bullet shells, and caution tape. Negaduck looked to the overturned table. Quackerjack was gone, all that was left was a white outline. The feeling came back strong, but after spending some time with Megavolt, he believed he finally placed it. "Remorse." He thought to himself. Did his time in this disgusting reality make him soft? The last thing he did to the clown was snap his arm two, and fail to keep him out of harm's way.
Megavolt made his way to the chalk outline. He stared at it somberly, his eyes were wide and red, but he was not about to cry in front of Negaduck. He placed the flowers near the overturned table. Silence filled the room. Negaduck grabbed his right arm with his left hand and shifted uncomfortably. He scowled. He was not about to let empathy, find its way to his corrupted soul, or ruin his reputation as a psychopath. "Once you're done with your soapbox," he said impatiently. "let's get our gear and ditch this place.". The electric rodent glared at the rude duck, yet this kind of behavior is what expected of him.
Negaduck scanned the area. There was nothing worthy of note, the police must have been thorough. It was a good thing the Fearsome 5 had stored backup gear in another part of the facility. The duck and the rat weaved their way through the maze of large empty containers, hallways, and stairs until they reach their destination. No one spoke. Negaduck stopped in his tracks forcing Megavolt to bump into him. The iron door to their make shifted operational area had blown clear of its hinges, and left mangled on the ground. The pair entered the exposed room.
Everything was in disrepair. Negaduck's Dobermans were making a racket as they yanked against the chains that held them to a pole, Bushroot's lab had been destroyed, glass bottles and paper was everywhere. A trashcan fire was dying out, it was filled with notes, blueprints, etc., or what was left of them. Quackerjack's and Megavolt's equipment were smashed by a sledgehammer, which lay nearby. There was a warped piece of metal in the middle of the room. The piece of art was melted and tied in knots, but it was still a little recognizable. It was Megavolt's Tron Splitter. "What happened in here?" Megavolt blurted. Negaduck waved his hand at the dogs and they fell silent. He examined the trash fire. A crumpled paper that survived the blaze. He picked it up and brushed the ash off. Part of it had been burned off, but for the some of it was readable.
/-/-/-/-/-/-/log.
Prime-verse: 2100 hours
Tron Splitter: destroyed
Eye of Quackzalcoatl: location unknown
Megavolt: at large
/-/-/-/-/-/-/-lt: at large
Nega-Sc/-/-/-/-/-/: at large
/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/: at large
A green flash of movement came from under Bushroot's lab and wrapped itself around Megavolt's leg. "Spike!". The pint-sized flytrap had been there the whole night. Megavolt pried him off his leg. It hissed at the sight of Negaduck, which Negaduck hissed back. Negaduck had gone about and beyond to make Spike hate him. From trying to make him into a salad, to "accidentally" setting his roots on fire. There was no particular reason Negaduck fought with the plant, he had no hatred toward Spike. It was just something he wanted to do. It was just the way things were. Negaduck gave himself a mental sigh of relief. Spike was a reminder that he was Negaduck, the biggest asshole in the freakin world. Nothing was going to change that.
The carnivorous plant slithered up and nestled Megavolt's arms." What happened boy?" Megavolt asked the plant. Spike's vine-like arm pointed to a far wall on the other side of the room. Buckets of paint scattered the floor. On the wall was a symbol. It was a red circle outline with a purple stroke. A maroon duck head with one red eye and one blue A slash of orange paint divided it in half diagonally. "Looks like the geezer clone, made a pitstop here before he attacked us." Negaduck said, amused that the Darkwing clone took the time to paint this symbol. He like his goody-two-shoes counterpart shared the same attention-seeking ego.
He looked at the remains of the note he had found. "The fool also left a list of targets and items of interest." he continued as he shoved the note into Megavolt's hand. "Killing you is only part of his plan. He had succeeded in his first task in destroying your toy." Negaduck point to the mangled tron splitter in the center of the room. "He's also is looking for Eye of Quackzalcoatl, a magical artifact. Unfortunately, the rest of the list has been burned away, so we can't learn much else." Negaduck tucked the note into his coat. "Didn't Drak-Darkwing already destroy the Eye?' Megavolt asked. "Yeah, but the clone didn't get the memo." Negaduck answered.
Negaduck released his Dobermans. They bolted outside the door and disappeared down the hall, their barks echoing throughout the building then faded into silence. "Aw, look at them go," Negaduck said sounding like a proud parent. "I hope they bite pedestrians, and maul children before they get shot down.". Spike's vines tightened around Megavolt's arms and torso as he held him. The flytrap felt safer that way. "you, never gave them their shots, did you?" Megavolt said a little afraid for anyone that met those monsters. "Never even took them to see a vet." Negaduck retorted. The trio salvaged what they could then headed back to the Mallard Residences.
Gosalyn opened the door to her house. The only one there was the Liquidator. He was slumped on the couch in a sitting position, head tilted back and passed out. The wall was fixed and had a fresh coat of paint. "I thought he said he didn't sleep?" she said aloud quietly. "No, but the mutt seems to like it as a pass time." A deadpan voice came from behind her. She turned around to see the evil duck enter the house followed by Megavolt trying to free his arms from Spike. Negaduck stared at the child. The last time she saw him, he led a hostile takeover the St. Canard Penitentiary and turned it into his personal playground.
Negaduck eyed the broken device on the table. Gosalyn had shattered it when she had shot it with an arrow. She also had a knack for causing chaos everywhere she went, such raw talent was wasted in the service of Darkwing Duck, who would even let her fight. "I still stand by what I said at the penitentiary, you've always been a bad seed." Negaduck said in a serious tone, as he put a burnt note on the table with the rest of the clone belongings. "You could reach your true potential if you came to work for me, and not have to be held back by your Dipwing father." Gosalyn tossed her schoolbag the floor in a rage and marched up to the Mallard twice her size.
"Thanks, but no thanks. In fact, you can take offer- ". She colorfully told where he could stick his proposal, causing Megavolt to put himself between the two if Negaduck tried to do anything, but to their astonishment, Negaduck smirked and shrugged. "My offer still stands." He said coolly. Negaduck turned his attention to table cover in the various item obtained from the clone. Gosalyn watch as Megavolt hurried after his leader. She could not understand why any of his men followed him at all. He treats them horribly, and the majority of them could easily tear him to shreds. The dog on the couch murmured something inaudible. "Was he dreaming?" she thought herself.
Negaduck picked up the trench coat. It was made of dark purple leather and the inside was lined with a yellow-orange fabric the inside. The coat had no pockets and was rather plain, yet the otherworldly Darkwing was able to pull an arsenal from it. The night he was captured the first time, they had confiscated his weapons and armor, leaving him only with his clothes and his trench coat. yet he was able to procure two knives, tear gas, and a chainsaw from it. His eyes flickered.
Negaduck recalled the time he had been reduced to atoms by Megavolt's tron splitter. He had become an ink-like substance, that imposed his chaotic personality on anyone who touched it. Magica de Spell conducted experiments on it, which eventually led to Negaduck's return body and soul. One of the experiments was giving an unstable ballplayer, a trench coat that had been tainted by the ink. "One-shot." Negaduck thought.
Carmichael Q. Anthony was once a rising star in the sport of baseball as a pitcher. However, his fame caused him to down spiral. He developed a severe case O.C.D and felt compelled to never make the same pitch twice. It got to the point where he threw everything but the ball. The monkey was eventually suspended after throwing a puppy at the batter. De Spell gifted him a coat that acted as an endless supply of things to throw, some of which were deadly. From that point on, Anthony did her bidding under the influence of the ink, and gain a reputation under the name One-Shot.
Negaduck held the coat lengthwise and put his hand it, disappearing into the fabric. "I wonder," he said aloud. He searched around the fabric, until his hand wrapped around a metal handle. He pulled out a large claymore, it was way larger coat itself. Megavolt jumped at the sight of it. "So that's how he did it," said Negaduck mildly impressed. "He must have nicked this beauty off of One-Shot and used it as his arsenal". Megavolt gave him a confused look. "I thought Darkwing burned it because of its dark magic." He stated. Negaduck put the trench coat back on the table and tossed the sword aside. "True," Negaduck responded. "We have to remember, that the geezer clone came from another dimension. He might have got it from another unfortunate baseball-playing monkey."
Megavolt turned his attention to the shattered device. "That is one mystery solve, but what about this," he said directing Negaduck's attention. Negaduck stared at the pile of loose wire and broken grey and green metal. He hadn't the foggiest idea of what to make of it. The John Duck lost its mind after Gosalyn shot it. Gosalyn made her way over to the table, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Hey, I think these wires go together." Said Megavolt as he reached to put them together. "Uncle Elmo," Gosalyn said sounding a little worried. "We don't know what that thing does, we probably shouldn't- ". It was too late. The small device sparked to life and the green metal began to glow.
Boom. The device of the leaped off the table with energy. Blue lighting came bursting out of it, items in the house were flung around with a violent force as it did so. The lightning formed a distorted circle above. Negaduck recognized immediately what it was, he had seen one since he got cut off from the Nega-verse. It was a warp hole. The clone was carrying around technology that could rival S.H.U.S.H. It explained hoe the clone was able to follow the train undetected; he was jumping through warp holes. The warp hole was growing unstable, it pulsed and cracked as it began to suck in everything in its proximity. Gosalyn was swept off her and was pulled toward the portal. To everyone's surprise, including his own, Negaduck grabbed the child and tucked her his arm. He used the other to hold on the couch, so he would get pulled in. "Sparky!" Negaduck roared. "Turn it off!". Megavolt, who was hugging the table leg, reached for the device to force it to shut done but instead knocked to the further away by accident. "You idiot!" Negaduck roared in a rage.
A large icy mallet smashed the unstable device. It cracked and popped before it went dead. Smoke rose from under the Liquidator's hammer-like hand and the warp hole vanished. The disturbance had woken him up, the living area was a mess again, he was sure Darkwing was going blame him for it. The front door opened. Drake mallard enter, having had shed his purple uniform and spoke before he saw the living room. "Consider yourselves of the hook," he said in a tired voice. "So please, for the sake of peace, don't-" his eyes fell on the scene that was once was his living room. It was like a tornado had struck, walls were torn, furniture and appliances toppled over. Megavolt, and Spike, were holding on the table leg as it were the safest place to be. Gosalyn was tucked protectively in Negaduck's arm, and Liquidator was on the table, his hand had formed into a mallet. A part of the attic floor finally gave way and crashed on what was left of the coffee table. "Do I want to know who or what caused this?" Darkwing asked as calmly as he could. The Liquidator reduced his hand to normal size to reveal the broken device, and then the lot of them pointed at Megavolt, who was still hugging the table. Darkwing took a moment to compose himself." I got a call from Launchpad; the clone has woken up." He said as he snatched Gosalyn from Negaduck and glowered at him. "Let's see if he is more willing to talk now."