Disclaimer: Ducktales are created and adequately owned by Disney. This story is strictly done all in the name of creative fun.
Summary: During a conflict between him and Magica De Spell, Scrooge McDuck gets hurtled through a time portal. He remerges fifteen years into the future and is horrified at what he sees. Just as things seem grim for his family and fortune, a mysterious masked pirate shows up with a glimmer of hope.
NOTE: This story, featuring the 2017 characters of Ducktales, takes place right after "The Last Adventure." One episode from the original Ducktales 1987 series entitled: "Duck to the Future" inspired this plot.
Also, the 2017 series included many references to the original Disney Afternoon; however, I don't think they mentioned all of them. I will reference at least one of the missed shows in this story. See if you can spot it.
"Future Fear"
Chapter 1: The Villains Excursion
On an Island off Greece called Corcyra, all seems normal on the streets, but underground, something sinister is hidden. A tunnel is kept secret from the residents living on the Island lead to different dusty corridors. The quiet, dark halls suddenly are lit with moving flashlights move up and down the walls.
"Lands sakes, why did I ever let you talk me into coming on this crazy excursion?" Ma Beagle groans.
She walks just behind Magica De Spell. Bradford, her now mindless pet vulture, sits blankly on the dark sorceress's arm. Glomgold stumbles in from behind. Each one of them, except for the vulture, is holding up flashlights to help light their way.
"Oh, pipe down, you barbarian mobster." Magica hisses. "I told you we came here to achieve an essential artifact that will aid us in finally defeating Scrooge McDuck and his family once and for all."
"Only I, Glomgold, shall have the right to exact my revenge on Scrooge McDuck!" The stubby kilt-wearing duck booms.
"Why do you think you're the only one that has the right to get vengeance on McDuck and his brats?" Ma Beagle gripes.
"Scrooge thinks he all that and tries to prove it every time we compete at something! Of course, I should have the right to my revenge!" Glomgold shouts.
"That is nothing compared to having your land swindled from under your feet like it was from my pappy." The Beagle elder growls.
A loud and very annoying argument between Glomgold and Ma Beagle begins.
Magica rolls her eyes skyward in irritation.
"Why did I ever think this alliance could ever work?" The sorceress mutters, slapping her hand over her forehead.
Magica does her best to ignore the childish bickering behind her to glance down at the scroll in her hand. Something she found in the Library of Alexandria. Once she saw it, she knew that she had to achieve the artifact hidden in the caverns on this Island.
The title on the scroll reads, The Underground Corcyra Museum of Cronus. Following the instructions on the sheepskin paper, Magica continues down the hall. She quickly glances at the Bradford Vulture.
The big bird blinks twice before tending an itch under his wing. Once he was a stiff old accountant and C.E.O. of McDuck Enterprises, but behind the scenes, he was head and founder of a Fiendish Organization for World Larceny or F.O.W.L. for short. Now, Bradford is nothing more than an obedient pet.
Satisfied with Bradford's new appearance, Magica enters a room at the end of the hall. In the center of the room sits a black Scythe floating inside a beam of light. The evil sorceress walks up to it, hypnotized by its glistening appearance.
"Absolutely gorgeous." She purrs.
Magica reaches up to the illuminating aura. For a moment, she marvels at each curve and sharp angles. The design is flawless. Her focus, however, is interrupted when the loud bickering of her so-called alliance catches up behind her.
"You are no threat to anyone, little alone Scrooge McDuck." Ma Beagle chuckles. "I bet you ain't even Scottish."
Glomgold lets out a repulsed gasp.
"What's the matter with you," He snaps. "Can't you tell I'm wearing a kilt?"
"That is it!" Magica spins around in frustration. "I've heard enough out of you moronic fools! One more word from either of you and I will be forced to turn you both into toads!" She threatens with a purple glow emanating from her crystal staff and her lifted hand for emphasis.
Instantly frozen in their tracks, the other two villains stand silent in front of the angered sorceress. Once Magica sees that her threat worked, her expression softens, and the glow from her staff and hand dies down.
"So, ah, where is this doohickey that will destroy our greatest enemy?" Ma Beagle asks after regaining her confidence.
Magica, deciding that is a fair question, spins around again and addresses the light beam.
"Right here," she presents the floating Scythe.
"A pointy stick?" Glomgold shrugs.
Magica slumps her shoulders forward and lets out an annoyed groan.
"No, you imbecile, this is Cronos' Scythe." Magica says in a snit.
The sorceress glances over her shoulder and frowns at the other's dumbfounded expressions.
"You know, Cronos, father of Zeus, God of Time, King of the Titans, and so on," Magica explains while rolling her wrist in the air. "The Scythe was a symbol of his power. According to the ancient Greek scrolls, Cronos became a tyrant, and the other Gods fought back. When they captured him, they cast a spell that stored all his powers into this weapon."
"Ooooh," the duo chorus.
Magica nods and turns to casts a spell that instantly dims the light beam. The Scythe slowly descends from its invisible perch.
"So, what does it do exactly?" Glomgold finally admits – scratching the back of his head in confusion.
In response, Magica chuckles as if she told a funny joke in her mind. Her hand grasps at the handle and instantly feels the power of the Time God. A light briefly flashes from the weapon – as if it is accepting its new master.
"This will tear apart everything Scroogie has ever worked for." She adds – her eyes reflect the shimmer of the Scythe's blade.