dalek117: read and find out :)))

Tbo: riverajocabed1– this is exactly what happened

Not Ponytails or Cottontails: Thank you!

riverajocabed1: Girl, your drama class sounds a lot more fun than mine. And I needed a name of a snobby, rich girl, so why not? I'm still fanboying over the new chapter. And are you… are you giving me a hint XDD? LOOOLLL, you're the good, Christian author, I'm the evil sinner, what do you expect? A truck load is right :)

Guest: Holy shit, I didn't even realize this. Fuck yes, that was my retaliation for chapter 12 of DBDA XDDD

caetlyn27: *holds back* GIRL CALM YOURSELF, WE DON'T NEED TO SHIT IN ANYONE'S SHOES… YET

BarnMaker: Love you! By the way, people are always like, "Why do you say I love you to BarnMaker so much?" and my reply is, "Shut the fuck up, he's fucking adorable. Good author too, just needs more confidence to write and post stuff online." :) I'm WAITING for a new fic, BarnMaker!

21 already? We can legally drink in the United States (at least I think it's 21, I'm Canadian)

I'm weird, let's do it!

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You'd think that after facing countless foes and obstacles, Louie Duck would've at least grabbed onto Webby so he could be pulled to safety. He would like to say that he laughed in the face of death, welcoming it with open arms.

The truth? He was about to become roadkill in about 5 seconds, and he was terrified. Is this how it all ended?

Just as he was about to hit the ground, a body slammed into him.

"LOUIE!" Webby snarled. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

"Sorry." Louie muttered.

Webby watched as the catwalk hit the ground, thousands of bolts and scrap pieces of metal flying all around the warehouse. Webby waited until the worst of it was over before lowering them down.

She warily glanced at Louie, who just seemed to snap out of his daze.

"How are you feeling?"

He snorted. "Considering I was just brainwashed and tricked into almost killing you, then almost fell to my death, pretty good actually."

Webby raised an eyebrow and he took a deep, shaky breath.

"I'm scared," Louie admitted. "If it was that easy for Steelbeak to brainwash me and turn me against you then it's not worth it. Let's go home, Webby. He's too powerful."

Webby's heart broke at how broken he sounded. What was she doing? She had gotten Launchpad hurt, she was deceiving her family, her boyfriend was worried about her, and worst of all, she traumatized poor Louie. He had enough things to worry about, and she felt immense guilt.

She was selfish.

"You're right," she sighed, putting an arm on his shoulder. "I'm a horrible leader. I kept thinking about myself… I'm sorry."

He smiled, and wrapped an arm around her. "You're an amazing leader. You didn't really expect to be perfect on your first solo adventure, did you?" he smiled, though he was still shaken up. "You'll have more opportunities. Come on. Let's go home."

Launchpad was still conked out, so Webby and Louie hoisted him up and half dragged-half carried him towards the Jeep. On the way out, Louie grabbed the khopesh.

"Score." he joked, trying to lighten the mood. She managed a small smile, but Louie knew her heart wasn't into it.

After getting Launchpad inside the Jeep, Webby stood in front of the warehouse, emotionless.

"Buckle up," Louie reminded her gently, and her fingers clumsily fumbled for the belt.

After securing it, she folded her hands on her lap again and leaned her head against the cool glass window. Webby closed her eyes—she had failed to avenge her parents, she let Steelbeak get away, and Louie was scarred mentally and physically because of her. As Louie drove, Webby buried her face in her hands and began to cry.

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It was about midday and Donald and Daisy were at the park. Adrian was still resting up at the hospital, so Donald decided to take her out on a tour of Duckburg.

"This is nice." she said, skipping rocks against the water.

"It is," Donald agreed, frowning as his rock plopped into the river. "I never did get the hang of this."

"Here," Daisy laughed. "Let me help you."

She chose a flat rock for Donald to use and gently held him. He blushed.

"It's all in the wrist and the timing." she explained, though Donald wasn't paying much attention.

With their combined strength, their rock managed to skip 7 times and he grinned.

"That was incredible!" he smiled.

She blushed. "Well, my dad was the one who taught me."

He smiled sadly. "He'd be proud of you."

She just sighed, but whether it was a sigh of anguish or happiness, he wasn't sure. Instead, she rushed into his arms and Donald held her. He felt his shirt becoming wet with her tears.

"I love you." she admitted.

Donald looked at her, shocked.

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Louie pulled up to a gas station, and Webby went inside the bathroom to freshen up. She frowned when she saw that it was locked. She walked inside the crummy old gas station, and asked the cashier for a key. He handed her the rusty old key and Webby wrinkled her nose. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a sleek black Cadillac pull up beside their Jeep, but she didn't pay any attention to it, and went inside the bathroom.

The tinted window of the Cadillac rolled down, and suddenly, Louie felt someone grab his neck, drawing him closer to them.

"Let me go!" he shouted, writhing against the strong pair of arms that held him captive.

Louie snapped his elbow back with full force, and his captor groaned. Louie's eyes widened in pure rage when he saw him.

"Steelbeak?!" Louie snapped. "Man, do I have a bone to pick with you!"

Before Louie could punch him, a pair of cold, lifeless, metal arms wrapped themselves around him. Louie growled as the robot pressed him against its metal body.

Meanwhile, Steelbeak wiped his bloody nose from where Louie had elbowed him.

"You needed a stronger dosage."

"Fuck you." Louie decided.

Steelbeak wordlessly pulled out a syringe filled with glowing blood red liquid. Louie thrashed against the robot, but it managed to hold him steady.

And with that, Steelbeak jammed the needle into Louie's arm.

Louie expected himself to, once again, forget who he was and turn on his friends but the robot just threw him against the pavement ground and the Cadillac sped off. Louie wanted to throw himself into the car and speed after them, but he was fearful that the mystery substance would interfere with his actions. Besides, he couldn't just abandon Webby at a gas station.

Instead, Louie inspected his reflection in the Jeep's side mirror: his eyes were its natural colour, but he still felt uneasy.

"Hey," Webby greeted. "You wouldn't believe the smell in there."

Louie didn't look at her. "Steelbeak came and injected me with something."

Webby paled.

"It's okay…" he tried.

"Oh no!" Webby cried. "Are you okay? How do you feel?!"

Louie rubbed his arm. "I feel normal."

"We need to get you home now." she decided.

Once they reached the Sunchaser, Webby frowned when she saw that it was unlocked. She grabbed her grappling hook and charged inside.

"HANDS UP!" Webby screamed.

"Jesus Webby!"

It took Webby a moment to register the familiar voice.

"H-Huey?!" Webby stammered, frowning when she saw her friends.

"Actually," Scrooge said with a deep scowl. "We're all here."

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Uh oh

This chapter wasn't as long as I wanted it to be, but alas, there will be more next chapter which'll come soon :)