Gosalyn stared at the elder clone from behind the mirror side of the one-way mirror room. He sat in a steel chair in front of a table, both bolted to the ground. The clone's ankles were shackled to the chair, his arms were wrapped tightly around his torso in a straightjacket which was hooked to the back of his seat, he wasn't going anywhere. Launchpad and the Fearsome 4 were in the observation room with her. When she had gotten here, Launchpad had finished moving him into the interrogation room. The large duck's face was flushed, when she had asked Bushroot what had happened, he simply said that the clone was a little too happy to see him.
Megavolt was livid as he stood watching the clone. He was so close to the duck who killed Quackerjack, he had to restrain himself not to break the truce. He has had enough of Darkwing clones. Negaduck was a horrible boss, Drake had lied to him for years, and now one has taken the life of the one he had loved most. Sparks flew from him as the glowered at the clone. He looked around the small room they were in, everyone looked like a cat ready to pounce, just daring the clone to try anything though he couldn't see them. Their attention was caught when the door to the interrogation room slide open and closed with a click.
Darkwing laid a box on the table, then sat across from the clone. Neither spoke for a few minutes." First, I want your name," Darkwing started. "I am not calling you Clone all night." The clone smirked then snickered. "Come now, my name should be that hard to figure out, we are the same person aren't we Drake?" the second voice said. Drake went silent for a moment then continued. "Don't even try to pull the same tricks, unlike Negaduck, I gladly have a life outside of my nightly activities... Nice try though." He responded. The clone scoffed. "It was worth a shot." The clone replied. "As for our name, Clone works fine for now." The 1st voice answered.
"Ok then, "Clone" let's get started." Darkwing in a slightly annoyed tone. "So, what brings you to our little corner of the multi-verse?" he asked. Clone wisecracked, still wanting to play games. "The Prime-verse is where we get our breakfast, though we always have to come back, we forget the milk." Darkwing ignored his quip. "Funny," Darkwing retorted in a dead. "Your to-do list didn't mention milk." He reached inside the box, pulled out a thin clear envelope, and placed it in front of Clone. It was the burned note that Negaduck had found at the warehouse. Clone's smirk disappeared.
"You moron! I told you not to make that fucking list!" Clone barked. "It's not my fault he got it, you wanted to try and burn it, rather put it in the coat," he argued back in his 1st voice. Drake watched as Clone continues to argue with between his two personalities, to get a better idea about to proceed with them." For the last time, we do not need a list to do our damn job, it is the same thing over and over again. Besides, it's not like we're going to forget 6 targets" the 2nd voice said." Forget?!", the 1st voice exclaimed. "You can't even remember what universe we are in, let alone to feed Jekyll." Clone's expression changed to confusion. "Who?" the 1st voice asked. 2nd voice answered flustered "You wonder why I keep a list; it is to keep us organized." Clone's expression changed to annoyance. "No, it's not," the 1st voice responded. "It's you feeding your O.C.D." Clone's expression shifted to anger. "It's not O.C.D., its C.D.O!". "Neat freak.". "Slob".
Clone's body shook violently for a moment, then he fell forward and hit the table hard. "Your fault!" the voices said in unison. Darkwing wonder how long they would have continued; they fight like children on the playground. After a minute, Clone picked himself up from the table. "So, what does bring you to the Prime-verse then?" Darkwing pressed. "Don't you have this in your own world?' Darkwing waved the burned note in front of him. Clone's eye began to dart around, looking for a way out. The stubborn old duck was determined to be uncooperative. Darkwing began to get fed up with his behavior.
"Don't bother trying to escape," Darkwing said firmly." We took precautions, and it's not like you jump into another warp hole." He said as he reached into the box, pulled out Clone's broken device then placed it on the table. Clone studied the pile of scrap metal. "If it is no longer functioning, how did you learn its purpose?" Clone asked out of curiosity. Darkwing answered plainly. "Megavolt figured it out, almost fixed it too, unfortunate for you though we had to destroy it again. It is beyond repair now. How did you get it anyway?" Clone frowned and avoided the question. "Pity," the 2nd voice said in disappointment. "You should have killed him when we told you to, it will be better in the long run.".
Darkwing put back the device and left the box open. "The both of you have a one-track mind, don't you? Quit stalling and answer the questions I give you." He said finally tiring of Clone's games. Darkwing felt his temper begin to rise and glanced at his hand. It was wrapped in a bandage after the incident with Steelbeak, so far, the only one who knew about it was Gryzlikoff and he wanted to keep it that way. The last thing he wanted was Gosalyn and Launchpad to find out, it would mean that he would have to confront it. Also, Negaduck would enjoy the fact that he was slowly losing it, adding to his self-loathing.
Clone began to laugh uncontrollably in both voices and fell forward again still laughing. "What is so funny?" Darkwing asked. Clone picked himself up catching his breath. "It is always Déjà vu when dealing with Masked Mallards. We had a similar conversation with Jim Starling…. Oops, we meant Negaduck the night before-" The 1st voice responded still smiling. There was a crash outside the door. It swung open as Negaduck, in a rage, tried to fight off Bushroot, who was trying to hold him back. Vines constricted around the rabid ducks' arms and torso, trying to reel him back to the entrance. "Negaduck," Bushroot pleading. "Darkwings' got this, let it go." Negaduck stopped his attack, considering the plant's plea.
Negaduck turned his back to the old mallard and began to head back through the mirror door. Clone wasn't finished yet. "What is the matter Jim?", the 2nd voice said, "Hate having a name like everyone else, hate the fact that it is your father's?" That was the last straw, Negaduck drew out a switchblade he had hidden before coming here, pushed down Bushroot who tried to stop him and made a beeline for viper-tongued cloned. Darkwing intercepted the duck and disarmed him of the knife, which landed on the table and slide in front of Clone. Darkwing and Negaduck were scuffling on the ground.
Clone sat back in his chair, watching as the scene unfold with slight amusement of his handy work until the glint of Negaduck's switchblade caught his eye. Bushroot took notice Clone eyeing the knife in front of him. In the span of a few seconds Bushroot darted to swat the knife away as Clone attempted to grab it with his mouth, but he had no traction on the slick floor of the interrogation room and fell on the table pushing the knife on to the floor. Drake pulled Jim to his feet, both slightly bruised. Darkwing's senses began to leave him as he heaved a furious Negaduck to his feet, holding him by the neck. The yellow glared at the purple, daring him to finish the job.
A cry of pain snapped both of their attention in Clone's direction. Clone had Bushroot's neck his mouth like a steel beartrap with his fanged like teeth. If Bushroot had been made of flesh and bone instead of stem and leaf, his neck would have snapped on impact. Clone began to speak, though it was gargled at first, the message was very clear. "Release us or kill us, we do not care which." The 1st voice snarled. "We will not be broken, and we will not stay here." The 2nd voice continued. "Do it, or you're going to another body on your hands."
Nobody said a word. Negaduck approached the violent captive and stood behind him. He grabbed him by the feathers of his head and lifted him as far as Clone's restrains would allow it. Clone grunted in pain but didn't let go of Bushroot. "1st of all," Negaduck said still in a rage." Nobody tortures Bush-rot but me." He let him go and picked up his blade. "2nd If you wanted to die so badly, all you had to do was ask me, I will happily fulfill the request." He handed the switchblade to Darkwing and moved back behind." Finally, much to my disappointment, I am under a truce that says you live. So sorry request denied." Negaduck wrapped his hands Clone's neck and began to choke him. Darkwing moved in ready to pry them apart. "Don't interfere, Drake," Negaduck snapped. "trust me."
Darkwing didn't know why he felt compelled to listen to him, but he stood down. Clone struggled for two minutes, as his body jerked around, he still kept Bushroot in his mouth. Finally, he gagged and was forced to release Bushroot. Negaduck let go. Bushroot stood on his feet with a start as Clone coughed and gasped for air. His plant-like neck looked like it met a weedwhacker, but otherwise, he was fine. "When deprived of oxygen, the body has an involuntary reflex that forces them to breathe after a certain amount of time." Negaduck explained. "It is a reason people drown." He turned and went back to the observation room and stopped at the entrance. "If Clone knew what say about me to make me tick, imagine what he'll say about you." He said before going in his tone was calmer. Liquidator rushed past him and gathered a shaken Bushroot.
Clone continued to cough and wheeze but stopped after 4 minutes. He sat up, glowering at Darkwing. "Looks like you banking on Negaduck to kill you backfired," Darkwing said as he sat back down in the chair across from Clone. Clone growled at the sound of his defeat. Bushroot had told Darkwing about the possibility that Clone had probably been a test subject of some sort, and it might be the reason he's incredibly hostile. ("We will not be broken, and we will not stay here."). Clone's words rang in Darkwing's head. "What happened to him to make him want death over captivity?" He wondered.
"Are you ready to corporate now?" Darkwing asked though he already the answer. "Piss off!" Clone responded angrily. "We have nothing to say." He continued stubbornly. "When will you learn that you are not getting out of this?" Darkwing said as if he were trying to make Gosalyn clean her room. The clone looked him dead in the eye and snickered. "You Masked Mallards are all the same when you think you are in control, you're not." Clone's 1st voice replied. "Your games are not going to work on me," Darkwing said coolly. "As much as I want to test that theory," the 2nd voice said. "we believe a more direct approach is in order."
Clone let out a high-pitched whistle. The opened box on the table convulsed and jolted off it. Bushroot startled by the box's involuntary movement leaned into Liquidator for protection. He immediately stood up again, somewhat embarrassed. The box fell on its side, and a possessed trench coat came out. Darkwing had already backed away from the table. The coat jerked around as something was trying to get out. A large dog appeared from thin air. It was the size of a wolf with long fur, its ears, and fur color was that of a Doberman Pinscher. Clone's stunt with Negaduck was just a warm-up.
"Jekyll assault!" Clone said in a command. The beast turned its attention to Darkwing, bared its teeth and lunged. Jekyll forced Darkwing the ground pinning him. Darkwing pressed against Jekyll's neck, preventing him from biting his face. Launchpad was the first one to the door and swung it open, however, Gosalyn beat him through. She launched an arrow at the dog, nearly missing its head. Jekyll had his attention on Gosalyn as a new threat. He released Darkwing and went barreling toward the red-haired archer.
"Jekyll heel ". Clone commanded in his 1st. The dog stopped his attack and returned to Clone's side. "Get that brat out of here." The 2nd voice snarled, not wanting a repeat of the last time Gosalyn interfered. Gosalyn drew her bow loaded with another arrow and waited. Clone got the point. "Jekyll withdrawal" he commanded. Jekyll looked at him in protest, but Clone reminded the dog who was boss. "HOME!" the 1st voice roared. Defeated, Jekyll's ears lower recessively and he disappeared into the coat. Launchpad stuffed the coat back into the box and slammed it shut. Gosalyn rushed over to her father to help him up.
Darkwing tried to drag Gosalyn out, but the stubborn child didn't budge. She knew deep down, that even though Clone was an unstable Darkwing copy, he still cared for his child. He had blown another chance at freedom is proof of that. "I'm not leaving until he swears, he'll cooperate with the investigation." She said coolly pointing at Clone. Clone and Gosalyn glowered at each other. Clone irrevocably conceded and bowed his head." Fine," Clone's 2nd voice hissed. "Just leave," his 1st voice said in a less hostile tone.
Gosalyn jerked her arm free from Darkwing and went back to the observation room. The door shut behind her and Clone slumped in his chair. "Your devotion to the child is going to get us both killed one day." The 2nd voice said aloud. "Hey," Clone responded in his 2nd personality. "don't act like you don't miss her, and you are probably right, but until then shut up!" 'Darkwing gave Launchpad the box who took it out of interrogation. "Are you ready to comply?" Darkwing asked not fully believing Clone's change of heart. Clone peered at his younger doppelgänger. "Yes," he growled. "but first…" A low growl filled the room and Clone fell to the table and dropped the tough guy act. "We haven't eaten in two days," he said in an almost whine.