350 already? At this rate, we'll be at 500 by the end of July!
creatura726: That, my friend, I have to agree with
Yold blig blig: With all due respect, my psychotic friend, there will not be any chaos to that extent in this story. I do like it when you speak normally, it eases my anxiety when it comes to the startling reviews from you :)
Guest: We'll see :)
dalek117: oh he's definitely going to trust him! I can't wait for your story! ;)
CandiceJAD: Thank you, it means a lot!
Guest: Dude, you already know it's not a different Henry :D
Boss Teal: Hmm, I've never heard of that
riverajocabed1: Honey, I love you too, and I thought you liked being caught off guard. YOU KNOW IT'S HENRY AS IN HERON'S SON WHY IS EVERYONE QUESTIONING IT? XDDDD. And yeah, Della's gonna talk to Louie. Up until the most recent episode, I've always found Dewey… not annoying, but quite "out there". But after seeing the little moment between him and Huey in the locker room, I'm starting to like him better and better. I'm also worried about Huey's self esteem. He gets bullied at the JWG meeting, he gets catcalled in the wrestling match… I think FOWL might use that to their advantage. Bradford isn't some pesky villain, he isn't Magica or Lunaris… he's worse. Think about it. Lunaris and Magica both had pesky schemes that physically made the family fight them. But Bradford, in Double O'Duck, pretty much said he had no interest in physical schemes, like Heron's ray. I think he's going to mess with them psychologically, and he can easily use Huey's self esteem against him. He said he's going to "steal from right underneath McDuck's nose", so I applaud him as a respectable villain. I mean, he's already gotten close to Scrooge and Scrooge never suspected a thing. So I'm interested to see where this goes next. And the idea of Infiltrator goes to Dalek himself. He's an incredibly gifted author, and I'm glad to have mentored him. THEY GROW UP SO FAST. I think I just got more attracted to you reading that whole travelling part, sweetheart. As for Anthony and Joanne, I'm still not sure how they'll end up. And hmmm, I might make the whole "size" thing a lil comedy skit. And you sound beautiful… and you probably are considering people wanted to marry you before you turned 20. Seriously, it makes my blood boil knowing that there were people who wanted to marry a girl under 20! Of course my main concern was that you were dominant! Fine, I'll let you be the dominant one this time, but next time it's my turn! I snorted out loud when I read that part about your little sister, she's honestly a mood. Really? I guess I'm gonna be towering over you. I have jet black hair, blue eyes, slightly tanned caucasian skin, and I'm 6'2. I will refrain from breaking you in half, ma reine :)
Guest: We're still working on the name "Metalbeak", because even though I like it, I'm still debating on making him have a metal mouth like his dad. He also met Dewey, so the metal mouth might be a little obvious as to who he is. So, we'll see :)
creatura726: Yay! I can't believe you're writing a story on this platform! So will it be Dewey and Webby as a couple or friends?
RANDOM: Thank you! I'm the prince and future king?! I wonder who my future queen will be. Oh man, my parents are duck hunters? COME ON GUYS! Jeez, am I going to become a duck hunter like them? As cruel as it is, it'll set up an interesting story plot, and maybe when we're older, Jocabed and I are mortal enemies? We'll see, this is interesting so far! You got her personality spot on—kind, nurturing, loving, and fierce when it comes to things she's passionate about. And don't worry, we don't find it awkward at all, both of us are pretty used to being shipped, and we love reading the stories XDDD.
Most of the stories people write are about us "doing it", so it's cool to read a multi part story. I love it so far, and we both hope you'll continue it :DD
tbo: I'm starting to think the reviews aren't about my story but about me and jocabed XD. But I don't care! I love these tiny stories! Well, you got my personality pretty spot on here, a little teasing, forward, and easily distracted. And you're right, it does drive me insane when she speaks Spanish. And you're right, I do speak French, it is mandatory to learn it in Canada. And damn, man, this part: "He carried her towards the couch, and straddled her, once again kissing her. He gently pinned her arms above her head using one hand, gently parting her legs with the other, pulling himself impossibly close to the Latina. She gasped at the friction, and hooked her leg around his torso. He growled, and she shivered." was incredibly well written. AND YOU ROPED DALEK INTO THIS?! POOR SOUL!
Guest: Basically the whole story revolves around the fact that Della doesn't come back until they're all young adults. So I would say every episode before Nothing Can Stop Della Duck is canon in this story :)
Guest: I've heard of that!
Guest: I wouldn't call myself famous, I do love the little blurbs written about me, but I'm just a small writer if you think about it. My goal is, no matter how huge I get, even if this story reaches 500 or 1000 reviews, is to remain humble. I know a lot of people refer to me as "The King of Ducks" and while it is a title I earned, I always want to remember where I came from. My first chapter of this story only got 1 review. I didn't let it get to me though. And now, here I am, averaging 10-14 reviews per chapter. I am so thankful for you guys :)
AJ: I love this so far! I have never had any direct interaction with Jpbake, but I'm sure he's nicer than you made him out to be XD. Besides, Rivera speaks fondly about him, so I respect him :)
Let's Dewey It: I was wondering where you went! Glad to see you're okay!
41, let's go!
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20 years ago...
Henry, Steelbeak and Black Heron emerged from the shadows, quickly eliminating all six guards without a sound being made. This was the third mission that all three were on together and for those three, it was the time of their lives.
Henry may have his personal qualms about this business, but even he had to admit, doing it with his brother and Heron was a moment to cherish. Nothing could stop them, nothing stood in their way of achieving their goals. Between him and Steelbeak, the two of them had been on a few dozen missions over the past two years, all but three being successes. With those successes under their belts, the two of them had risen the ranks of F.O.W.L quite quickly, with Steelbeak even offered the chance to become a high ranking official within F.O.W.L, having been assigned to frequently head the drug cartel in Mexico, which he accepted.
As they ran to their extraction vehicle, Henry took one last look at the warehouse before it blew up. With the explosion bound to attract too much attention, the three hopped in and drove away.
-Present Time-
Reaper finished telling his tale as he worked on his leg, having decided to do a self check on it while he spoke. Webby, now used to the idea of her father being a killer, simply stared blankly at the wall. It was just her today, listening in. Huey and Violet were at the cinema, watching a film in order to cheer Violet up and take her mind off of her family issues. Lena and Louie were constantly either making trouble or making out in the amphitheatre, and Dewey was nowhere to be seen, having gone out again. This naturally put her in a distressed mood, and nobody wanted to disturb her. That is, unless you're a robot with no concept of privacy.
He did walk to leave after seeing her face, recognising that she needed to be alone, but she had requested that he stay and tell her about some of her dad's missions, which Reaper gladly accepted. Now that part of the tale was over and Webby just felt unsure about everything.
"Do you wish to talk about Dewford?" Reaper asked, unsurprisingly knowledgeable about the reason for her mood.
Webby was about to decline, but then paused before nodding.
"I know that he loves theatre, but getting involved with a gang in order to do it! It's just plain wrong and stupid! And even worse, he hasn't been as open or truthful to me as he was a week ago! I don't know what to do!"
She sighed and her hands went up to her face, covering it as tears welled up in her eyes. She still wanted to be with Dewey and loved him with all of her heart, but if he continued down this path, who knew what type of person he would become. Most likely, not the man she grew to love, nor one she could ever love, and she hated that.
Reaper looked down, unsure of what to say for a second. Then he looked at Webby with an emotionless gaze.
"If I were you, if you have confronted him time and time again about this, and so far he has refused, maybe it might be time to force him to choose either you or the gang. Maybe, despite how wrong it may be and only as a last resort, the only option left is to give him an ultimatum: Either he leaves the influence of the gang, or you leave him."
Webby was utterly shocked at what the Reaper just suggested, quickly becoming enraged.
"What?! How can you suggest such a thing!" she demanded.
"Would you rather I have suggested that the ultimatum be that either he leaves, or the bomb goes off?" Reaper countered sarcastically. "Besides, I did say 'only as a last resort', so if you feel like you still have options, take the other options. I wouldn't suggest hypnotising or influencing him with a potion though. That would be disastrous for your relationship."
Webby's anger died down, the logical part of her deciding that Reaper was right from the rational point of view, and that a potion was a bad idea. She didn't need him singing a musical to her in some strange trance. Webby sighed as you looked back at Reaper.
"I just want him back, and I'm also worried that he'll get hurt by being with them."
Just then an idea popped up into her head. Everyone else would think it was crazy, but at this point Webby didn't care. She would do anything to get the Dewey she loves back.
"You can watch him," she said, drawing for the first time a look of surprise, from the Reaper. She didn't bother with savouring that moment when she continued speaking. "You're a robot that nobody knows about. You must have some stealth capabilities, allowing you to sneak around and spy on people."
"Yes, but it is not my primary function..."
"Can you, or can you not watch over Dewey when he goes out without anyone noticing?" Webby asked, in a serious tone.
Reaper was silent for a moment, with Webby able to easily see that he was regretting his inability to lie, before he whispered, "Yes."
"Then, please! I don't want anything to happen to him, so as Henry's daughter, I beg you to please look after Dewey!"
Reaper stood silent for a moment before nodding. "I will," He gave Webby a serious look. "But I will warn you, I won't harm anyone part of this family, but the potential threats to Dewford are fair game. If they do anything to harm Dewford, I will aim to kill."
Webby nodded, beyond caring about the gang members' lives. With a smile, she leaped at Reaper and hugged him, causing him to take a step back in shock. She quickly let go of him and walked to the door, before looking back at Reaper.
"Don't tell anyone!"
With that she left to go have a shower.
Reaper also walked out, but walked towards where Donald was waiting for him.
"So, did you convince that individual to not attack Della?" Donald asked.
"It's not up to her to decide whether or not to kill Della" Reaper pointed out. "She doesn't want to, but she's under orders. And the individual who gives the orders is unlikely to stop."
Donald sighed in despair, but Reaper wasn't done. "However, I was able to maybe delay the next attack and perhaps set the seeds of convincing that individual to not attack Della." Reaper seemed reluctant to speak anything else, but forced himself to anyways. "I recommend that you organise a meeting between the adults tomorrow, so I can properly explain the threat, without the young adults from hearing."
Donald nodded in agreement and the two walked their separate ways.
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Later that night, Dewey climbed through the window and quietly crept into the kitchen.
"Welcome back."
"Hi Webby." Dewey sighed.
"Where have you been?" she asked.
"Out." he muttered.
"Be honest," she murmured. "Are you with the Deniers again?"
Dewey bit his lip. "No."
Webby slapped him.
"Ow! Webby!"
"That's a lie!" she snapped, furious.
"Well, how do you know?!"
The unmistakable green eyes were a dead giveaway to who was standing behind Webby.
"You made him follow me?!"
"You gave me no other choice!" she snapped, agitated.
"Well, you don't send a killer robot after me!"
"Well I'm beginning to trust him more than my sneaky boyfriend! I knew you'd do something stupid like this!" she snapped.
"Well, why wouldn't I?!" he snarled.
She folded her arms, and glared at him.
He sneered. "Who are you, to decide who I hang out with?!"
"Your best friend and girlfriend." she replied evenly.
"Well, if you're going to treat me like some little kid, then maybe—"
"Maybe what?" she challenged.
"Maybe we shouldn't even be dating!"
There was a tense silence.
"If that's how you feel," she said, her voice wavering. "Then fine."
Webby exited the room, blinking back tears. Reaper shook his head at him, and followed Webby.
He wanted to run after her and say that he was sorry, but instead, he felt a wild streak of satisfaction pulse throughout his body. In some twisted way, he was happy that he'd hurt her.
With an anguished growl, he stormed out into the backyard, spotting a box of Louie's cigarettes cleverly hidden inside Beakley's garden. He took them, his shaky hands fumbling with the lighter, cursing as he did so. After finally lighting it, he took a deep inhale and doubled over coughing. They were nothing like the Cuban cigars he was so fond of. How Louie managed to smoke these remained a mystery. Dewey took another inhale and came up coughing again. He groaned and threw the cigarette away, spotting a full case of beer. He grabbed that and began chugging, barely thinking about the consequences. He knew what happened to Louie and the Beagle Boys, but he didn't care. He gagged at the strong taste and stench, but continued chugging. Soon enough, the case was emptied, and he stumbled back into the mansion to search for another one.
The tiny smidgen of his rational thoughts told him that he was making the biggest mistake of his life, but the more alcohol he drank, the dimmer that voice became.
"You're better than this." a voice said behind him.
He whipped around to come face to face with Duckworth, who merely stared at him disapprovingly, and sighed.
"You shouldn't leave Miss Webbigail alone at a time like this."
Dewey rolled his eyes. "Just leave me alone."
The ghostly butler gave Dewey a stern look. "Master Dewford, with all due respect, I can sense her emotions. She's not okay. Do the right thing, and please make up."
With that, the ghostly butler vanished, leaving Dewey stressed.
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Huey went downstairs later that night to go grab a glass of water.
"Oh, you're still up, Dewey? Listen, you'll never guess—" But Huey stopped short. The closer he had gotten to Dewey he suddenly realized that many bottles of beer and other types of alcohol were strewn about, drunk to the very last drop.
"Jesus, Dewey! What the fuck is all this?! What's the matter with you?"
Huey was upset that both of his younger brothers had resorted to alcohol to relieve their stress. He was even more upset that even after wha happened to Louie, Dewey still chose to drink. Then again, something told Huey he should've seen something like this coming and it was irritating that he doubted it.
Dewey managed to face Huey. "What… W-What's the matter, Huey? You got a p-problem me drinking? W-Why would you care?!"
Huey stepped back for a moment and examined his brother. He was totally trashed and looked like hell. The combination was in fact a deadly one for most people but for Dewey, who was pretty loud on his opinions and ideas, drinking alcohol would only turn him into a blathering idiot.
"Listen, Dewey—"
But he cut him off. "W-Webby and I got into a fight and I-I don't care anymore. I'm joining the gang and t-that's that!"
Huey stood in silence and inhaled sharply. There was an overwhelming wave of emotion that washed over him and it pained him from his chest all the way to his throat. He was brought back to reality when Dewey stood on his shaking legs. He hadn't even managed a couple of steps until he collapsed onto his hands and knees and started vomiting right before Huey's feet.
"Jesus, Dewey!"
Huey knelt down beside him, his hand gently resting on Dewey's back as he continued to vomit onto the kitchen floor. As much as Huey had witnessed friends in Dewey's position, seeing his brother in this type of shape wasn't what he wanted.
As soon as Dewey caught his breath, Huey stood up and went to the sink to find a washcloth. He walked back and knelt in front of Dewey this time. Huey reached his hand out and gently tilted Dewey's chin up and proceeded to wipe off his brother's face. Huey saw how tired and drained he was. Once Dewey was cleaned up Huey wrapped one arm around his brother to help him to his feet. He said nothing while leading Dewey out of the garage.
"I c-can walk, Huey. I-I'm not a kid." Dewey's voice slurred even as he stumbled a little in his brother's grip.
Huey rolled his eyes. "No, you're not a kid, you're a fucking moron, Dewey!" He couldn't help it, he had to let some of his frustration out somehow.
Huey led Dewey to a spare bedroom that their Uncle Donald often used when he couldn't sleep in the houseboat. He also didn't want to drag Dewey into their bedroom and potentially risk waking up Louie, Violet, and Lena. He gently sat Dewey down on the bed and went to a small desk that was nearby. He opened the drawer and found a small white pill. Huey found an empty glass and filled it with water from the bathroom sink with the white pill fizzing and dissolving quickly. When Huey reentered his room again, Dewey was laying on his side, half awake and barely coherent.
"Here, take this." Huey said.
Huey held the glass out to his younger triplet, but then decided against it. He moved to sit down next to him and pulled him up to learn against his shoulder. At first, Dewey protested the moment he felt the glass against his dry lips.
"Drink this and go to sleep!" Huey barked.
His hand reached out to grasp the cup and Huey helped him drink it down. Huey leaned down to place the glass on the floor. He got up and moved Dewey to lay on his side. His brother was already closing his eyes by the time his head hit the pillow. Huey pulled up the blankets and tucked Dewey in. He could already hear the hushed breathing from his nose and when Huey pulled away, he gently placed his hand on Dewey's head. He walked out of the bedroom and shut the door behind him.
Huey went downstairs to clean the kitchen up, only to find Duckworth cleaning it instead.
"I would've cleaned up, Duckworth." the oldest triplet said politely.
"It's not your place to clean, Master Hubert," the butler smiled. "There's a glass of tea waiting for you."
Huey thanked him and took the tea, sipping it.
"Is Master Dewford alright?" Duckworth questioned, taking Huey's glass when he was finished with his drink.
"He's doing okay."
"He and Miss Webbigail were quarreling earlier."
"About?" Huey mused.
Duckworth hesitated. "It is not my place to tell you, sir."
Huey nodded. "Thank you, Duckworth. I'll look into it."
Duckworth smiled warmly. "You should rest up. I have a feeling tomorrow will be interesting."
"I will. Goodnight, Duckworth."
"Goodnight, Master Hubert."
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Webby was still crying. She felt as though her heart were shattered, broken into hundreds of tiny pieces. Her chest was aching like there was a great weight pressing in on it, and she actually felt cold, She shuddered and rubbed her hands over her upper arms. She never liked the lonely feeling, and her current situation was mimicking it. Dewey had hurt her deeply, so deeply that she wasn't sure just how their relationship was going to continue.
There was a soft knock on her door.
She sniffled. Her voice was strained and broken. "Go away."
"Webbs, it's me. Please, you shouldn't be alone right now." Huey murmured.
"Huey, I just want to be alone."
Huey was determined however, and opened the door. He found her lying curled up in a ball with her back to him.
"You are very persistent." she sighed.
He sat on the edge of her bed. She buried her face into her pillow and her hair fell around her, hiding her face like a veil.
"Talk to me." he pleaded.
"Huey, please," she said plaintively. She lifted her head heavily and pushed her curtain of hair out of the way. She turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. Tears still leaked down her cheeks.
Huey's eyes were sympathetic. Webby glanced up at him, then sat up and threw her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into his neck. He could feel his shirt becoming wet.
"Webbs," he said sadly, and she continued to cry, her body shaking.
He rubbed her back, the sound of her sobs breaking his heart.
After an hour and a half of Webby laying and crying on Huey's shoulder, she eventually calmed down. Huey had hugged her tight, not needing to say anything, merely rubbing her back soothingly.
"He's such an idiot sometimes." Webby sighed.
"Tell me about it." Huey smiled weakly.
His smile faded when he saw her eyes cloud over again.
"Webby?" he said, concerned.
She turned away, waving her hand. "I'm sorry," she said tearfully.
"Don't be sorry. Cry if you need to," he said seriously. "Seems like you've been holding this back."
"That may be so," she said in a disturbingly emotionless voice, her face gone blank as a tear rolled down.
Huey hugged her close and gave her a brotherly peck on her cheek. She buried her face into his shoulder.
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Intense or nah?
Until next time :D
—Jordan :)