25. I will fight you. Della and webby.

Webby walked with her head down through the mansion corridors. She felt terribly alone. Huey had another Woodchuck Junior reunion… Dewey was with Launchpad who knows where? And Louie… welp, the youngest tripled had to accompany Uncle Scrooge again since he wanted him to do something productive instead of spending the whole day watching the TV.

Webby was bored. There was none there. Even Penumbra, since she adapted to live on Earth like other Moonlanders, spends more time with other Duckburg citizens than in the mansion.

"Well, you did a great job helping her, Webby"

Great…

"Now you're talking with yourself Webby"

Why was she telling herself what she was doing? Oh boy, she truly needed to do something… maybe she could expend time with Lena and Violet… no… both of them were in a summer camp. She couldn't meet them either.

Her Granny wasn't also an option, she had to leave… for totally not-secret spy reasons! Then the question again. What could she do? There was none left here. She was… alone… bored… being bored was sooooo boring…

No!

There must be someone! Someone to do something with! Someone to play, talk, fight. Oh! Fight would be good! It could be good training for her! But everything seemed to be empty. Even uncle Donald had gone on a date with Daisy, their thirst date! Oh, sure they'd gonna be married! She was expecting this day-

"Oh! Hi Webby!"

The duckling jumped upon hearing her name. Honestly, she wasn't expecting that. How could she have missed that there was someone behind her?

"Oh! Hi Della!"

Webby looked at her feet, while rubbing the back of his neck. She was ashamed because she didn't notice Della, her Granny would be so disappointed in her right now… but on the other side, she was curious. How could her friends' mom surprise her? That was a mystery, and Webby loved to solve mysteries!

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

Della seemed totally confused. She may didn't expected this question. Well, it was clear she totally didn't expect this question… Webby sighed. She would have to be more direct.

"How could you be so silent that I didn't even notice you were there?"

"Oh that… well," Della looked away, her cheeks flushed "back in the Moon – when I spent years fighting against that mom who was destroying my ship over and over again – I learned to be silent to be able to know when I would be attacked." She looked back at Webby and smiled proudly "Also, I used to try to surprise Penny, you know, to have best friends bonding."

Della sighed and looked away, as if she was remembering old past times.

"Oh, those were great times!"

Della stayed there, looking to nowhere. She seemed completely lost in her memories. Webby couldn't blame her, she spent ten years alone on the Moon. Ten! Webby wasn't sure she could be all this time alone without getting totally crazy!

On the other side, Della's words referring to Penumbra… Webby couldn't stop thinking that that sounded familiar… of course! She used to do the same with the triplets all the time! And it truly was fun and bonding time with them! Webby also smiled. She couldn't help but think she was pretty similar to Della, even knowing she wasn't her daughter.

"Oh! I know what you mean… so…"

"So?" asked Della with a mixture of surprise and kinda… apprehension in her voice.

"So… do you know how to fight?"

Webby truly expected she'd say yes. Well, Webby was pretty sure Della would say yes. After all, she went with Uncle Scrooge on hundreds of adventures, for sure she had to fight on some of them… well, Webby guessed she had.

"Yeaaaah?" smiling weirdly. It could be said she didn't understand where the girl in pink was trying to arrive, but Webby was about to solve this dilemma.

"Perfect! Would you fight me?!"

Excitement made her body tremble. Finally, she'd have something to do with someone else! She wouldn't feel alone! She wouldn't feel bored anymore!

"What?!"

Webby's smile hesitated. This wasn't the reaction she expected from Della, maybe she didn't want to expend time with her… it must be that.

The girl with a bow in her head looked away, all she wanted was to be with someone… maybe if she explained her situation to Della…

"I've been bored because there's nobody here…" She looked at her with pleading eyes "I need do something! Like… I don't know, play fighting with another person, we could have some fun…"

Della's eyes opened wide, and webby didn't know exactly what to expect with the look she was giving to her. Would she still refuse her request? Webby's heart began to beat in her chest. Waiting wasn't never easy. The anguish was torturing her! Why couldn't Della hurry to give her an answer? Why has she had to make her suffer in that way?

"So… You want me to fight you? As a game?" Della asked finally with what seemed a surprised voice.

Now it was Webby's turn to open her eyes wide. Was Della surprised? Did that mean she would accept fighting her? This would be awesome! But… there was still a chance Della would refuse to do it.

"Yes?"

Webby was truly nervous, and the fact her answer was left in such hesitantly made her fear Della's answer would be to refuse her offer. Then what? What would she do? How could she spend time without getting bored? Was it possible to die of boredom? It should be one of the worst ways to die ever! She couldn't allow that to happen.

Webby looked at Della with pleading eyes. This was her last weapon to convince Della. She couldn't fail!

"Okay! I will fight you!"

Webby was momentarily in shock, did Della just say-?

"Thank you!"

"Okay then. Let's do this!" Della exclaimed adopting a fighting pose.

Webby made a squeaky noise. This was exactly what she wanted! It was happening!

"Boring time" she thought "you've been defeated forever!"

Both Della and Webby spend the rest of the day fighting here and there, and for when the rest of the family came back home, the mansion was a complete mess!

Uncle Scrooge wasn't happy about that, and after scolding both of them, he told them to go fight outside next time. Why didn't Webby think about that? Well it was clear you can't think of anything.