Darkwing waited patiently in the kitchen as the electric can opener did its job, he had laid fruit on the counter with a knife and cutting board. He had used Clone's request for a meal as an excuse to get some fresh air. Launchpad had followed. Something was had been bothering since he and Bushroot examined Clone. The old doppelgänger had gravely affected everyone in the last 24 hours. Launchpad gazed at Darkwing in the dark kitchen. If he was going to voice his worry. Now would be the time.
"Hey, D.W.," he started, as he entered the kitchen. "You know it is not healthy to sit in a dark room.". Darkwing spoke without looking up. "You know I thrive in the dark.". The can opener stopped with a click. Launchpad walked up to Drake who had snatched up the can and poured it into a blender. "Drake," he said cutting to the point. "I have a feeling that Clone is from an alternate future of another world, much like Darkwarrior in our world.". Darkwing looked at his pilot.
Darkwarrior duck was another clone that plagued the Prime-verse, even though he is trapped in an alternate timeline. He is an example of the worst that Darkwing could become if he didn't tread carefully. "What's your point launchpad?" Darkwing asked not liking where the conversation was going. "Clone is 20 years your senior," Launchpad explained, "That puts him 5 years after Darkwarrior." The large duck paused. "You already dodged the "Darkwarrior" bullet, what if Clone is the next one."
Darkwing glowered, "I think you overthinking this Launchpad," he said. "Besides, for all we know, he is not even from Prime-verse." Darkwing felt his tenor raise, at the sound of his friend putting him the same boat as Clone. "True," Launchpad responded. "but it doesn't mean it can't happen in Prime-verse.". Darkwing turned his attention the fruit on the counter and chopped them up. Launchpad continued. "I am scared for you Drake," he went quiet. "Clone is messed up, he clearly had a psychiatric break down at some point, killed someone in cold blood, and he almost shot Gos. That only what we know about, and after I heard the message agent Gryzlikoff left – "
Drake flew in a rage and caught hold of the nearest thing, which happen to be Launchpad. "That goddamn bear!" he shouted angrily. "I knew he was out to get me, I bet he reported me to J. Gander as well. How did he get the number to the house anyway?!" he let go of his sidekick and wandered near a window. "When I get my hand on that paper-pushing, two-faced- ". Darkwing stopped his tangent when he saw Launchpad's startled expression and realized he had been waving a kitchen knife around like a lunatic.
Darkwing dropped the knife to the ground and put his hands to his face. He could have hurt Launchpad, someone who is close to him. Launchpad approached him. "Vlad called the tower," he said. "He said something about a progress report on Darkwing duck clones. He didn't say anything else, I only brought it up because I thought he knew about Clone." Darkwing leaned against a wall, hung his head and felt like an idiot." Did something happen while you were there?" His pilot asked concerned. Drake wanted to avoid answering the question, but then he remembered that Clone would have done the same thing. He was determined not to go down that same path, even it meant confronting his demons. He picked up the knife, resumed his task, and told Launchpad about Steelbeak.
Launchpad quietly listened to Darkwing recount of the incident with Steelbeak. Drake had avoided S.H.U.S.H. like the plague since Duckthulhu, he must have known Steelbeak was there waiting for him. He had blamed himself for Morgana's disappearance. Granted, Steelbeak had it coming, but he never thought Darkwing be the one to do it. Darkwing also had always had a problem accepting the existence of other-dimensional Darkwing. The clones he had the most contact with, being Negaduck and Darkwarrior, haven't been the greatest examples. On top of that, Clone shows up and wreaks havoc in his wake. Launchpad realized he hadn't made things easier by suggesting that Clone was a possible future for D.W to fall into.
"I sorry for doubting you." Launchpad said 'I should have a little more faith in you. Besides, you have one thing that Negaduck and Clone don't." Darkwing dumped the fruit in the blender. "And what's that?" Darkwing asked. Launchpad put his hand on Drake's shoulder. "The ability to admit something is wrong and Me" he replied Launchpad leaned in close in protectively. "I will always be for you and Gosalyn, you are like family to me." Darkwing looked at his friend, he knew that Launchpad cared for him, but not this much. Maybe he did but was too devastated by Morgana to notice.
Launchpad had always been there for him. Drake grabbed the hand on his shoulder, accepting its comfort, and love. Maybe it was time to move on, just maybe. Darkwing tugged Launchpad's arm, pulling the giant closer. Launchpad wrapped his arms around him in return. The comfort of the pilot was just Darkwing needed. He released his hold on Launchpad, blended the concoction of fruit and what appeared to be spinach, at least what Darkwing thought was spinach. The Hero and his pilot made their way back to the interrogation room.
Meanwhile…
"All it took was Gosalyn," Megavolt said aloud. "It took 15 chapters to finally be able to learn anything from that stubborn old duck. If we had known that Clone, like Darkwing, would be putty in her hand. We would have had her ask the questions." Megavolt had been ranting since Darkwing went to fetch Clone something to eat. "Sparky," Negaduck said, speaking for everyone at this point. "Stop addressing the ghosts". Negaduck glowered at Clone. If it were up to him, he would have let Clone starve for all he cared.
"Survey says, he must have a Gosalyn and Launchpad from his home dimension." The Liquidator said, trying to change the subject before Megavolt could start ranting again. "Maybe," Bushroot said. "He did recognize both of them. Hey Negaduck, what about you? Is there a Gosalyn and Launchpad in the Nega-verse?" Negaduck glared at the plant and the room went silent." Yes", Negaduck responded. "Nega-Launchpad is my right-hand duck; I leave him in charge of St. Canard in the Nega-verse when I'm gone." He went silent. "What about a Nega-Gosalyn?" Liquidator blurted. Negaduck turned his gaze to Gosalyn who looked at him inquisitively. Megavolt smacked the hound aside the head for asking such a question in front of her. "She's there with him." Negaduck replied, and said nothing more on the matter. Primeverse was 5 years ahead of the Negaverse, yet the Negaverse was more advanced. Nega-Gosayln should be ten by now. It had been 5 years since Darkwing pulled the universal plug and had cut him off from the Nega-verse….
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5 years ago
Nega-verse: St. Canard
The streets of St. Canard were filled with unkempt roads, neglected buildings, and its people running free and under little to no regulation. The only law was his law, it was Negaduck's haven. As he walked down the street, the St. Canardians would either run or bowed, he didn't care for which and mostly ignored them. It was their way of showing respect to their lord. To some, he was one of the few that Nega- Scrooge McDuck would never challenge outright, or have the freedom to do as they please. For others, it was either the independent country of St. Canard or under Nega- Scrooge's iron curtain of New Duckburg. None could make the journey to the Cape Suzette Stronghold, the last safe place in a world gone mad.
He made his way home on foot. Since Negaduck had cut off St. Canard from the rest of the world, transportation was hard to come by. The only way to travel was by boat or plane, there hadn't been any cars around in working condition since Negaduck cut ties with Duckburg. Transportation was one of the few things he did regulate. Negaduck had made it clear, that you can live here, but no one can leave. Nobody crossed the border without him knowing about it. This is how they came across Nega-Gosalyn, and a way to keep Nega- Scrooge at bay.
Nega-Waddlemeyer once developed weapons of mass destruction for Nega – Scrooge Mcduck, his employer. Most of his weapons required a code to operate. When he inherited Nega- Gosalyn from his dead son, he taught her the codes, indirectly in a way she could not understand, as a failsafe if anything were to happen and to him. Unfortunately for him, Nega- Taura Bulba, under the order of Nega-F.O.W.L, killed Waddlemeyer and abducted Gosalyn. Unable to reach F.O.W.L headquarters, Bulba sought to transfer Nega-Gosalyn to the Prime-verse, a place Nega-McDuck could never reach. He and his team crossed the border St. Canard illegally, with Gosalyn in tow.
Negaduck had caught wind of the trespassers. Once he heard that they were F.O.W.L agents, he went after them personally, he didn't want the international organization in his country. After dispatching of Bulba and his men, he met Gosalyn and learned about the Waddlemeyer codes. From that point on Negaduck was Gosalyn's "guardian" and he made it abundantly clear to Nega-Scrooge, that if he set foot in St. Canard, he'd kill the girl. Negaduck, with exception of Nega-Launchpad, had no love for the child. Or so he thought.
The yellow-clad dictator turned down his street and saw three children on his front lawn. One of them was Nega- Gosalyn, the other two were the Muddlefoot children. The children of St. Canard ran wild, the schools had either been closed or burned down, the only time they listen to their parents when, was when they threaten to kill them, which some did. Nega- Launchpad, however, home-schooled Gosalyn, and he always babied her, though Negaduck never understood why his lover and right hand didn't let Gosalyn toughen up. He didn't care what the pilot did on his own time.
"Hand it over" Honker demanded, reaching in Gosalyn's direction. "She earned that fair and square, leave her alone." Tank asked politely. "I don't care if she stole like a good little girl, I want it, don't make me ask again," Honker growled. Tank pushed Gosalyn behind him defensively. He normally wouldn't fight, but he will, to protect Gosalyn. Honker pulled out a long iron chain. "Now, for the last time-" Honker stopped and grew quiet as soon as his brother turn pale as a sheet, and he saw Negaduck's silhouette.
"Muddlefoot," Negaduck said in a calmly, though he was far from it. "You should know better than to ask once for something you want, let alone twice. I thought your father raised you better than that." He had placed himself between Honker and the other two. "So disappointing, oh well." Negaduck said, his voice growing more aggressive. Negaduck kicked the delinquent hard and he fell to the ground. Honker curled in a little ball bracing for what was coming. Negaduck continued to beat the boy while he was on the ground, ignoring pleas made by Gosalyn and Tank to have mercy. Honker eventually stopped moving, Negaduck didn't kill him, he wanted the Honker Muddlefoot to remember this.
The child beating duck turned his attention to Tank, who stood between him and Gosalyn. It was known that the eldest child of Herbert Muddlefoot had a crush on Gosalyn and wanted to protect her on the streets of St. Canard. Negaduck always hated him for that, though he didn't understand why, or at least he denied it. "Boy, Gosalyn needs to learn to fight her own battles and grow a backbone," Negaduck said no longer hiding his malice. He lifted Tank off the ground by his wrist. Tank squirmed to get away, and Gosalyn was crying, she knew what her father planned to do.
Negaduck used his free hand and slowly snapped Tank's fingers. Tank screams drowned out Gosalyn begging for Negaduck to stop. Before he released Tank, Negaduck broke his wrist with a twist of his hand. He had left the boy, with a swollen broken hand. "Gather your brother, and get off my property." Negaduck said without a hint of remorse. Tank did as he was told, and heaved Honker over his shoulder. They disappeared down the street.
Negaduck dragged a sobbing Gosalyn into the house and sat her at the table in the kitchen. He waited for her to pull herself together, this wasn't the first time he had attacked her friends and it wouldn't be the last. Gosalyn finally, stopped crying and dried her eyes. Unknown to both of them, Nega-Launchpad had crept around the corner and was watching them. He had seen the commotion outside and had grabbed a rocket launcher. He was good to blast Honker to kingdom come until Negaduck came along and did away with him.
The foul duck glowered at his daughter, she had pleaded for him to show mercy to Honker, even when he was trying to mug her. Her kindness and sweet disposition was a rare sight in Nega- St. Canard. It often made her a target for thieves and local gangs. If Launchpad didn't rain fire upon them, Negaduck would surely break bones, and/or kill those stupid enough to try. He didn't want harm to come to his hostage. It wasn't because of his parental instinct to protect Gosalyn. He had no love for her. She was just there.
"So, what did you steal that Muddlefoot wanted so badly?" Negaduck asked. He knew she wouldn't lie to him, Hell anytime she broke a plate, she'd rat herself out. Gosalyn looked to him, her eyes were still red. "I never stole anything," she croaked, her voice still horse. "Dad said you were coming home from prime-verse and I wanted to get you a welcome home present." She reached into the bag she had been caring before the attack. "You were gone for such a long time, I missed you, so I went to the market and spent my savings." She continued. She rummaged through the bag and produced an apple and a pin shaped like a rabbit with a frown on his face.
Gosalyn gave the items to Negaduck. Fruit such as apples was considered a treat in St. Canard, the only way to get them was through Cape Suzette. Cape Suzette was ruled by Sheer Khan and was the fickle ally of St. Canard. Negaduck and Khan had a simple agreement, they would come to the aid of if the other was attacked by New Duckburg, and Cape Suzette would be the only trade partner to St. Canard. This often led to pricey tariffs that St. Canard had to pay, usually by fishing and cheap labor for Khan Industries, who had set up there.
The flip side of the one-sided trade arrangement, was Khan Industries had to deal with lawlessness that was Nega-St. Canard, there was no one there to protect them from its inhabitance. However, since most St. Canardians chose to fend for themselves, trade with Cape Suzette was seldom. Only one boat came in every 3 months. Because of this, produce like fruit cost an arm and leg, sometimes even a kidney. Gosalyn had paid for it in cash.
The second item was a pin of a white rabbit with its ears drooped and had a sour expression on his face. Negaduck examined the piece of plastic, it was a relic of a time before New Duckburg and before Negaduck took over St. Canard. He hated to small fuzzy creatures; they did taste good though. "I know you don't like rabbits, because they don't have a mean bone a mean bone in their body" Nega-Gosalyn explained. "So, when I saw an angry one amongst the rubble of an old abandoned Duckburgian cargo hold at the docks, I thought you might like it." She grew silent. "Do you like it?" she asked sweetly. "No," Negaduck said, though he shoved both items into his coat pocket, rather throw them out as he did with most things she had brought him in the past.
He looked around the suburban home. It was spotless. Gosalyn must have cleaned it for his arrival. Negaduck grabbed a nearby newspaper and pretended to read it. "Gos,' he said with his head hidden behind the paper. "Do me a favor and dirty up the house, it's nauseating.". The duckling hopped to her feet with a smile on her face and went upon her task. After everything she still wanted to please the horrid father. After she had left, Negaduck took out the rabbit pin and pinned to the inside of his coat. He went over to a nearby wall mirror to adjust it.
After that he leaned against the wall and continued to read the newspaper, thinking he was alone. However, the fist whirling past his head and smashing the glass proved him wrong. Negaduck look from the paper, knowing full well it was the only one bold enough to attack him in his own home. Nega-Launchpad glowered at Negaduck, who simply stared back. They had a staring contest for about a minute before Negaduck cracked a smirk and Launchpad leaned his massive head against the wall. "Hey Babe," Negaduck said in a cocky tone. "You miss me?"
Nega-Mcquack growled trying not to sound happy to see him. "You know I fucking hate being in charge" he replied. "Every time you leave to Prime -verse, you stay longer and longer. This put St. Canard at risk, what if McDuck takes notices of your absent and attacks? Megavolt and his friendly 4 certainly do. They tried twice to take over. I might be your General, but I am no Goddamn leader." Launchpad stopped his tangent for a moment.
Nega-Megavolt had always been a thorn in the side of St. Canard. He had assembled a group of likeminded individuals, who wanted to take back St. Canard and return it to its former glory. The organization was known as the Friendly 4, and its leaders Nega- Megavolt, Liquidator, Bushroot, and Quackerjack. To Nega- Launchpad, the liberators were nothing more than terrorists. According to Negaduck, Nega-Megavolt used to be his friend before his violent take over of St. Canard.
"Plus" Launchpad continued "Half the time you do come back, you look like Darkwing ate you then shit you out, and who has to put your dumbass back together? Me, that's fucking who!" He paused. "So yes, I am happy fucking happy you are back you asshole!" Launchpad had always had a mouth and was the only one that got to talk that way to Negaduck and lived. It was part of his charm.
"You don't think dad is really an asshole, do you?" a worried Gosalyn asked from the stairs. She had finished destroyed her room when she the commotion downstairs. Launchpad directed his attention to Gosalyn and turned slightly green and red. He made it a point not to curse in front of her, it was one of his little ways of protecting her. "Yes, he is," he responded as he left Negaduck and made his way to the bottom of the stairwell. I know it, you know it, everyone in the fu-… err world knows it!" Negaduck tried to suppress a snicker, he agreed. Launchpad ignored him. "And don't say that word again" he continued in a disciplinary tonality. "It is only for dads and other assholes to use," Gosalyn answered back innocently. "But would that kind of logic make you both as- that word?"
Negaduck could help it anymore and almost keeled over laughing at his pilot, there were times Gosalyn's innocence was too much. He pulled himself together and smiled at the girl, something he rarely did. "Go finish your chores brat, and makes to break something expensive" He ordered reminding himself that he didn't like her. "The adults need to talk.". Nega- Gosalyn saluted her father and hurried off. He turned to face launchpad, who had was smirking with his arms crossed. "What?" Negaduck asked his smile disappearing. "Still going to deny it after today?" Nega-Launchpad snickered. "Ready to admit that you care for Gosalyn?". Negaduck glowered at his pilot. "I don't," he replied. "She just lives here.".
The larger duck continued. "Oh really?" he said sarcastically. "What happened to "She is just a hostage"? Don't think I didn't see that little exchange between the two of you in the kitchen."
Negaduck glared at eavesdropping aviator, "That meant nothing, don't read to much into it" he growled. Launchpad leaned in close to his commander and placed on hand on the wall so Negaduck couldn't get away easily. "Prove it then," Launchpad challenged. "Give me the little trinket she gave you since you are going to trash anyway." Negaduck suddenly changed his tune. "I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about." The yellow-clad mallard responded. "You can't lie your way out of this one Negs," Launchpad said as he closed in on Negaduck, and put his hand on the wall.
"What did she give you anyway?" Nega- Launchpad asked. Negaduck slide from against the wall and tried to flee to the living room, Launchpad followed. "I seriously, don't know what you're talking about," Negaduck said. However, it was a fruitless effort, he never could fool his companion. Launchpad lunged at Negaduck in an attempt to grab his coat. Unfortunately for him, what the small duck lacked in size, he made up for in speed. *"Anas, Anas!" Negaduck said as if he were a bullfighter, then he expertly evaded his opponent and tripped him so he'd fall on the couch on his stomach.
Nega-Launchpad forgot all about Negaduck's pin, rolled over and tried to get up. Negaduck didn't give him the opportunity. He jumped on top of his pilot, subduing him. Launchpad struggled for a moment then stopped. Negaduck used his free hand to pull up his head by the tie around his neck, and looked at him wantonly. Launchpad didn't protest, it had been a while since he and Negaduck performed any of the "love" in lovers. Frankly, even though he was still mad at him for leaving, he missed it and him.
Negaduck released him and got off the couch. It was nothing more than a tease. "As much as I want to, I am only here for a supply." Negaduck said. "I am heading out again, have to maintain the warp hole on the Prime-verse side of things". Launchpad sat up. "You just got back!" he barked. "Look, babe," Negaduck said. Nega-Launchpad was one of the few people he didn't want to disappoint, not on purpose anyway., "Once this job is done, I'll have some downtime until the portal reopens again." Negaduck retrieved a duffel bag and started to fill it. "I'll stay home during that time and do whatever you want to do.". Negaduck heaved the bag over his shoulder. "Promise?" Launchpad inquired, not fully believing him. Negaduck turned to his general. "You know I don't make promises." He answered.
He left the house for the last time that day. One that unfortunate day, Darkwing discover his warp hole and enter the Nega-verse. He trained the Friendly 4 to be more effective in their goal to liberate St. Canard from Negaduck. As a result, they took Gosalyn away, but they didn't dare take her out of Nega-St. Canard. They hated Negaduck, but the last thing they want is for Nega- Scrooge to invade. Negaduck tried to trap Darkwing in the Negaverse, by destroying the warp hole on the other side. However, Darkwing followed him in pursuit. The purple-clad mallard pulled the universal plug, sending them both to Prime- verse, and making it impossible for Negaduck to go back to his homeworld.
Two days later….
Abandon candy factory
Prime-verse: St. Canard.
Negaduck had been growing more hostile as of late. Quackerjack watched as Bushroot comforted Spike, as he tinkered with his 'toys", apparently Negaduck tried to set the carnivorous plant on fire again. After Negaduck got cut off from the Nega-verse, he had been taking a more active role as their leader and started to live with them. The clown, unlike the others, didn't mind. Negaduck was an unstable madman like himself, and always found the duck's mischief entertaining. Negaduck appeared from the main office, he was eating an apple, and sat at the table at the other end of the room. He ignored Spike who hissed at him. Quackerjack took note that Negaduck had developed a nervous tick, he would touch the inside his yellow coat, as if he was checking for something.
Negaduck's heart skipped a beat. "It's gone, where is it?" he thought to himself. He began to feel panic but didn't show it. It was all he had left, and it was missing. Megavolt enters the common area with a load of laundry from the laundry mat =. Since Megavolt looked the most normal out of the Fearsome 5 and could go out and about as Elmo Sputterspark, he was the designate errand rat. He dropped the basket on to the floor, a shiny piece of plastic bounced out. Megavolt picked it up and examined it. It was a pin of a white rabbit with a frown on his face.
Negaduck bolted over to Megavolt and jabbed him the gut, knock the wind out of him. Megavolt dropped the pin, which Negaduck caught midair, and crammed it into his pocket. It all happened so fast nobody registered what had occurred until Negaduck had disappeared down the hallway. When he was sure he was alone, the took out the rabbit-shaped button and placed it back in the inside of his coat. "No," he said to himself. "I do not care for the brat." Though he wasn't quite sure that anymore.
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The sound of a door opening snapped Negaduck out his reminisce, and back to the present. Darkwing and Launchpad had come back. Drake entered the interrogation room and placed a sealed cup of green mush in front of Clone. Clone wasn't chained to the chair anymore, but he was still wrapped tightly in a straightjacket. He sat there and stared at the cup. "How are we supposed to eat this, what is it anyway?" Clone asked, trying to find a reason to get out of the jacket. "Looks like something Launchpad made." Clone's other personality answered. A mildly amused Darkwing put one of Gosalyn's silly straws into the cup. Clone shrugged and gulped it down in one sitting. He gagged. "It definitely tastes like his cooking," both personalities said turning as green as the concoction Clone had consumed.
"Take it that, there is a Launchpad from your universe to?" Darkwing asked. Though it was a rhetorical question, Clone didn't treat it as such." There is not "a" Launchpad in a single universe," Clone corrected him. "There are two, like every living thing in the Multiverse." Darkwing gave him a puzzled look. "No," he said confused. "There is only one Launchpad in the Primeverse, the only time I met another one is was when in the Negaverse." Clone rolled his eyes. "The Negaverse is part of Primeverse they are the same universe." His second personality answered. Darkwing stared at the older clone. "What are you talking about?" he quizzed. Darkwing still had his prior obligation, to investigate the Darkwing clones for S.H.U.S.H. If Clone had insight on the subject, he'd be a fool not take advantage of it.
"We keep forgetting that, most of the Multiverse is insolated, with the except of a few, no one in the multiverse is aware that they are mirrors." Clone said bluntly. Darkwing listened carefully. "A single universe, acts like a magnetic field," Clone's second personality explained. "They have a positive poll called the Posiverse, which is you, and Negative poll, which is the Negaverse. The Posiverse and Negaverse balance each other, if one goes the other will fail."
Darkwing gave Clone a perplexed look." I thought you said you'd cooperate," He said in an annoyed tone. "Whether you chose to believe us or not doesn't change to the facts." Clone answered in his 1st voice. "We intend to honor our agreement and answer your questions.' Drake rubbed his eyes and got right down to business. "Let's start where we left off" he stated. "Why are you here? Why does Primeverse Megavolt need to die? Don't you have your own Megavolt…. Sorry Megavolts, in your universe?" Darkwing paused. "Prove to me, that I should trust you Clone, what is your real name. You know ours."
Clone was silent. Darkwing saw him twitch and knew that the personalities were arguing again. Clone spoke. "We no longer have a "real" name," he replied with personalities in unison. "If you must know it is Negawing Duck." Darkwing jotted down the name in his notes. Negawing continued. "As for the other questions, let me tell you a fact, and the tale of how We became how we came to be here." Darkwing gave him his undivided attention. "As Darkwing Duck," Negawing started. "It is our primary job to protect the city, or in some cases country, of St. Canard. However, we have another job as its guardian." He paused. "There are many different universes out there, but they all have a shared trait. The vail between the Posiverse and Negaverse is thin enough for people to cross over into them easily. 3 guesses as to where." After the Darkwing Crisis, Drake had a pretty good idea." St. Canard." He replied.
"Correct," Negawing said. "Warp holes appear all over the city, most of them are small and unnoticeable, others are large enough for someone to cross through. After the Darkwing Crises, some of the Darkwing clones began to monitor warp holes or outright destroy them" Darkwing listen quietly, his curiosity peaked. "Every Masked Mallard in existence, to some extent is a Quadworth, a person with the ability to sense the warp holes. The level of this ability varies from those who can find warp holes and/ or maintain them, to those who can create them, we can only maintain them, can't find or start them. The power to perform all thee is rare, yet one of the few able to do it is in your observation room." Negawing went quiet and looked toward the mirrored wall. He knew Negaduck was in there.
Darkwing scoffed. He hated magic and didn't want to believe that he was some sort of warp hole homing device. "That's impossible" he retorted. "I am no wizard or a quadworth." The older duck raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so?" Negawing's second personality answered. "Do think it is a coincidence, that magical incidents happen to you, your connection to the summoning of Duckthulhu, or the fact of all the brain washable people in the world, Magica De Spell chose Darkwings?" Drake didn't know what was harder to believe. The fact he was a quadworth or Negawing knew about Duckthulhu. Then again Negawing was older than he was and had probably lived through it.
"Anyway," Negawing continued, "We do not expect you to believe us, take it as it is," Negawing said as if he were talking to a stubborn child. "Now that you know how the Multiverse works and your role in it, let us tell you a tale of the Duck Knights who fail in their duty and lost everything." His voiced turned somber. "This is not an origin story is it?" Darkwing said in an irritated tone. Negawing answered just as annoyed. "Unfortunately, yes, yes, it is. Hopefully, you and Negaduck can learn from this cautionary tale." Darkwing and the peanut gallery collectively groaned. They had asked for answers, now they were going get it and then some.
*Anas is the Latin word for duck.