DALEKS STORY IS UP! DALEK HAS POSTED HIS STORY NOW! AND I LOVE IT! HE'S GROWN UP SO MUCH!
Here we are again and thank you all again for the 200 reviews! It's still insane! It's hard to believe I got this many in 22 chapters wow!
Angelwings2002 - Isn't it obvious. Who else has these powers? And thanks, I finally got my mind straight on what day it is. Like your hyper like personality. XD
Unknown - I wonder too… I'm basically makeing this is up as I go! I have the plot, I have the solutions! I have all the dots in place. I just need to connect them all! And you'll see what happens to Della and Violet. And yeah, I wanted her speech to similar to Deweys based on the fact they are so much alike. And I'm nervous about 300 because I pretty much promised in a face reveal at that point. Oh boy.
asharkey - Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Saturday to Sunday! Get, get, get, get, get with us, you know what we say, say, Party every day, p-p-p, Party every day!
I seriously got that song in my head at just the mention of Monday. XD. Thanks!
Disney Boy - I can confirm that he has been to the 1987 universe of Ducktales. Without giving too much away (you're a big help and I love you for it, but I also want to keep secrets and surprises for you) He did see how the 1987 versions seemed to be a lot happier than the 2017 versions. While in the 2017 version, Scrooge is suffering from keeping his family together, Donald is working to death, (seriously he's indestructible) Della was stuck on the moon for 10 years suffering, the triplets suffering with not having a mom to adapting to having a mom, Webby being trapped in the mansion for 10 years, Beakly clearly has a troubled past, and much more. Even the side characters have troublesome situations. Goldie is clearly more than a crook. She shows signs of loneliness at the end of Happy Birthday Doofus Drake. Why the sense of sudden loneliness? Fenton is struggling to be the man he wants to be, down to getting racist remarks from Beaks. Gandra is in some deep trouble as far as we know. Working for the evilest corporation while also being destian to be with the same hero your company wants to destroy is a pretty clear recipe to disaster. Then we have Gyro who we now know had a really troublesome start in science. The point is, the 1987 is heaven compared to the 2017 one.
GiddyReflections - Yes it is and thank you. I hope so too, I want my burrito from Burrito Track man! They're so good!
dalek117 - Love your story, keep it up! And he really is! You have my word that I'll be referencing his Dr Who side soon. And yeah, Louie did lose his memories, he just needs one little thing that'll make him remember and he'll get all his memories back in no time.
Boss Teal - I know who it is, I'm just confused why you brought it up.
Jpbake - yeah, if there's one thing I learned from school, showing is a lot more effective than telling. Showing, you really get to see what the characters were feeling and see what they are really like. Telling, you don't get that. So prepare for more flashbacks later. Thanks for the advice. Just feeling down that's all.
LunaWolf44 - Thanks, curse you as well, he is strong! And Louie is a sneaky boy, I'm sure this isn't the first time they didn't notice him sneaking off somewhere. XD
Lilbree - Yep, even if we don't see him. And the point of the other side is that they replace your memories with other ones. You just need one thing from your old memories and everything will come spilling in. And yes, it was suppose to be nice. Again, if there's one thing I learned from school, showing is a lot more effective than telling. Showing, you really get to see what the characters were feeling and see what they are really like. Telling, you don't get that. And Nevada, people are falling like flies. Ever since they opened the strip people have been infected and dieing. A man who worked at the strip had the virus. So I'm good inside right now.
Guest - Awe thanks. We do have a good friendship going on. He's a huge, fluffy, softy really, even with anger issues. Think of a baby tiger. I sometimes wonder why people ship us then I read our conversations. I don't blame the fans. XD.
therealjordans23 - Boy I've typed your name down so many times, I'm getting auto corrected to your name sometimes. XD. And I'm sad about the standstill as well but we have to keep going. You gained your crown for a reason, you gained it for determination and the love you have for us! You can make it through this hiatus! The virus is actually the reason we're in a stand still dang it! And I doubt anyone would even speak to you here in America right now. It's pure chaos and death. If you're an outsider, they hate you. If you have tan skin, they hate you. If you have white skin, they hate you. I'm thankful I grew up in California. It's very nice and diverse here. It's actually rare for me to see a same race and opposite sex couple here. I've seen black girls with white boys, chinese wife with a black husbands. A Hispanic wife with white husband. Two white boys on a date. It's a lot of mixing here. I'm in Nevada and I see same race couples with opposite genders everywhere. Black boys with blacks girls, whites girls with whites boys. My mom was speaking Spanish to my little sister and a white lady just glares at her and rolls her eyes while scoffing. That was very out of place for me, like I've never seen that before. Usually a person smiles or says they wish they were bilingual to us. If that's how they react to us speaking spanish, I hate to see what they'll do to my very dark skinned male friend and his white boyfriend if they went here in Nevada. Love you too much for you to visit America at this time. Stay safe. If you go to San Francisco try the donuts! They are heaven! And yes it's Zeues.
Here we go!
"What is going on?" Donald kept his eyes on the sky, looking at the strings of lighting. He wasn't the only one that was wondering, everyone was gathering into a group and mumbling at what was going on.
"This shouldn't happen," Della told herself, "We have a….."
"... a machine that keeps magical beings out," an all too familiar voice made everyone jump up and turn to the house boat. Standing on the top was a foe they've faced multiple times. Her black dress flowing in the wind and jet black hair resting on her shoulders. She held a sly smirk on her beak and her eyes glued on the twins. She pulled back her cape to reveal she had a broken machine in her hand and tossed it to the sand. Everyone yelped and back away, afraid it was some kind of attack.
"The magic forcefeild machine, how did…." Della looked down at it in disbelief.
"Oh what pitty," Magica said in a mocking tone, "And you tried so hard to keep your baby boys safe."
"What do you want from us?" Donald said, clearly not happy by the unwanted guest.
"What? You expect me to reveal our plans like that?" Magica let out a chuckle at the thought, "Like I'll make that mistake."
"Who's our?" Della glared up at her.
"Do you think I'm the one solely behind all this? This is just like what you thought with Glomgold all over again. No, I am working with a higher power now. Someone with more power than you can imagen. The man who taught me everything he knows. And soon he will reach his full power once more and when that happens….. oh, I don't want to spoil the ending. However he needs one of your kids that has the McDuck blood in their vains so that he can reach his goal."
"Blood? What could you possibly want with my kids?" Della snapped at her. She was ready to charge at her if she didn't leave soon. Daisy and Donald grabbed each of her arms and held her back.
"That's only for me to know. We are moving into phase two of our plans. So hand over one of your nephews and all your lives shall be spared!"
"What makes you think we're stupid enough to hold up to such a deal?" Daisy spat out. Magica didn't flinch even an inch at this. She just pointed up making them look up as well. One streak of lighting struck a table setting it in fire.
"Put it out!" Della cried out. Everyone threw sand on the table trying to put out the fire. As they did, they only had a second to react when lighting began to rain down on them. Everyone was feeling pinches of electricity falling on their skin and feathers. The shouts and yelps of pain were enough to bring Dewey out of the house boat.
"Wait! Stop hurting everyone!" He cried out as he looked up at Magica. She didn't have a single reaction. Just happily watching as everyone tried to take cover from the falling electricity, "Stop it please! I'll go with you!"
"What?" His family including Webby shouted. Magica held her hand up and the lighting rain stopped pouring on everyone. She turned her gaze down at the blue triplet, her beak still holding that evil grin.
"Being the nobel hero are we?" Magica moved her hand to gesture him to come up with her.
"Dewey don't you dare!" Della ran on the docs and pulled Dewey on the arm. She held her grip on him so hard, Dewey swore she was going to break a bone.
"Mom, we're trapped…"
"Go back to your Uncle Donald, we'll figure out another deal," Della pulled Dewey with her and away from Magica.
"How sad that it had to come to this," Magica commented. She again put her hand up letting it rain electric rain on everyone again.
"Ow!" Webby grabbed a cloth from the table and tried to use it to shield her from the rain. No use. It burned right though causing her more pain.
"Mom," Dewey pulled away from Della but she wouldn't let go.
"You better stop this Magica!" Della pushed Dewey behind her and pointed at her, "My family is here with me and we aren't afraid of anything."
"I guess you haven't been paying much attention have you?" Magica chuckled, "Your family isn't here with you Della. For all I know, one of your sons is trying to be a hero in rescuing the others from the other side. Foolish move really."
"I'm asking one more time Magica," Della didn't even let her words process in her brain, "We've never been defeated once!"
"Yes yes, you have quite a reputation don't you? But look at you now, planning in leaving your poor uncle Scrooge, leaving him utterly defenseless…."
"Magica…." Della said her name in a warning tone.
"Why, I thought it was your motto to never back down but I guess even I could be wrong. Separation may have worked for a long while, I'll admit. But I really must give credit for giving into your feelings. Caving in and visiting your hometown leaving you all ripe for the picking. So what I'm saying is, thank you Della for bringing a push over and bringing your sons to me. …."
That was it, the mother rushed across the docs and was ready to take on the witch. Only she didn't go far when a strong lightning bolt struck her on the back.
"Mom!" Dewey ran over to her and kneeled down. She was on the ground, grunting in pain from the electricity spiraling in her body. Her muscles twitched from the pain and her eye's could barely stay open. Dewey panicked and looked back at the beach. Everyone was screaming in pain from the rain, taking cover and trying to protect eachother. Beakly had Webby in her arms, trying to shield her from the painful rain. While everyone was running around, Webby had her eyes on Dewey, completely frighten at what his decision will be.
"Ok…. I'll go just stop hurting everyone!" Dewey stood up and rushed over to Magica. He climbed onto the top of the houseboat and stood next to her, "I'll go! Please just stop it!"
Magicas smile grew wider at these words. She again raised her hand making the rain stop, letting everyone catch their breaths.
"I was hoping you would. You are the one who wants his chance to prove himself worthy of staying," Magica reminded him, making Deweys heart sink. He had to be the prideful one.
"Don't you dare hurt a feather on him," Donald was about to copy his sisters actions and charge at her. Only another strike of lighting hit a couple inches ahead of him, making him stop in his tracks, "I don't know what you want with Dewey but mark my words, you and your team won't get away with this. We already stopped your two spies."
"So you think. And don't be too hard on those cousin's. It's not their fault I was able to manipulate their poor, delicate, and ever so vulnerable hearts," With a wave of her hand, Dewey had glowing chains around him, pulling him down to the ground. Donald and Della wanted to run to him and pull him away from the witch but every movement they made towards them, lightning would strike near them.
"Take anything else! Just give us back Dewey," Della was near to begging. She didn't want to sit there and be defenseless, watching as this evil lady took her son.
"Don't worry Miss D, I have big plans for this little boy," was Magicas last words. With a snap of her fingers, a puff of smoke consumed the two ducks and disappeared in no time.
"Dewey!" Della and Donald gasped.
After the puff of smoke disappeared, so did the lighting cage. Leaving everyone in the party in complete shock and silence. No one knew what to do or even say. They just witnessed one of the triplets get kidnapped and no one could even help.
This is just the feeling Donald and Della hated. The feeling of losing one of the boys and not having any power to keep them safe. It made them feel scared, scared that they can be weak and vulnerable, leading to many more unfortunate events. They didn't even know how to feel or describe how they were feeling. They felt a pit of anger in their stomach, growing bigger and bigger. Pushing its way up and to their beaks. The two let out a loud scream of anger and dismay. The feeling of losing their boy was too strong to keep in.
In a mansion on the otherside, a golden haired duck was fast asleep in her bed. She was rather elderly looking, her beautiful light eye's hidden behind her lids. When she felt the sun hit her eye's, she fluttered them open, smiling at the new day. She was looking forward to another day of work. She was a singer and performer but that was a part time job. She adored gold and would search for it everyday. The only thing that topped treasure hunting was taking some of Scrooge Mcducks money and causing some mishaps for him.
"Good morning Scroogie," the blond duck smiled at a picture she had of him. Her life was so wonderful and peaceful. Everyday she would hunt for treasure or perform her beautiful voice to hundreds. And everyday she would see the man that made her heart leap. She didn't feel lonely, She didn't feel like anything was missing in her life.
Outside, she happily walked around the town, doing her errands for the day. Grocery, sightseeing, getting bear food for her pet and walking by the school nearby. She happily stopped and looked past the gate.
Children were playing in the slides and swings. Laughing like there was nothing wrong in the world. She couldn't help but smile at the sight. Not too far she spotted a green dressed duck. Sitting in a circle with what she assumed to be his brothers and friends.
She couldn't tell why but she always searched for the green boy everytime she passed by. Despite sounding and looking exactly like his brothers. Despite how much alike that acted and how similar their personalities were, he had a quality to him that made him stand out in her eye's. Something about him made her think of herself. But that was impossible, she never spent much time with him and rarely ever talked to him. She shook off this feeling and continued to walk.
At a jewelry store, she was running her fingers past all the gems that were on display. Sapphire, rubies, emeralds. Her eye's then came to a halt at the sight of a ring. Gold band with a gold green gem on it. She smiled at the sight and the feeling it gave her. It was gorgeous, shiny and had to have it.
"How much?" She asked a salesman.
"198 and 70 cents ma'am," the man answered. She handed him the ring and let him wrap the ring in its box.
"Walking back to her home, she eyed the town she lived in. Children laughing, parent's conversing with one another and pure perfection. She would never give up this place she called home. It was beautiful, it gave her a happy feeling being here. It made her feel like her life was complete. She loved her life with all her heart. And if it was all just a dream, she didn't want to wake up, ever.
Back at Duckburge in the real world, Webby was pacing back and forth from what just happened. Dewey was taken away right before her very eyes. And she was helpless? That never happened before! She could've sucked up the pain, she could've run after Dewey or even give herself up. No she couldn't, Magica said she needed a triplet, but why?
"Ok Webby relax," Webby took a deep breath in, "Dewey is a brave and tough guy. He can find a way out of this… right?"
"Talking to yourself pinky,"she heard Gosalyn right behind her. Webby gasped at the sudden interruption.
"Gosalyn don't startle me like that. I'm already jumpy as it is," Webby continued to pace back and forth.
"Nervous about Dewey huh?" Goslayns joking nature turned serious at the sight of Webby nearly fainting from fear.
"I can't get my mind off him right now," Webby kicked the sand in frustration, "He's captured by one of Scrooges most evil enemies. Why didn't Scrooge say anything? Why didn't anyone do anything? Why didn't I do or say anything. I just let him go like that!"
"Whoa easy tiger," Gosalyn rushed to her side and held her shoulders. She sat her down in the sand, trying to sooth her, "It was no one's fault. Dewey chose to go, you couldn't stop him…"
Webby let her face fall in her palms. Tears ready to leak through her fingers.
"There must've been a way for me to save him. I could've attacked Magica, I could've convinced Dewey to not go, I could've anything!" Webby sobbed out.
"And yet here you are crying instead," Gosalyn said. Webby wiped any tears she had and looked at the red haired girl in confusion. Gosalyn didn't look too disturbed by what happened but she did have a face of sympathy.
"What?" Webby asked.
"You're right here crying and feeling bad about yourself instead of finding a way to get Dewey back….." Gosalyn told her.
"I would, it's just I don't know where Magica took him," Webby said. Gosalyn simply shrugged and talked again.
"If that's how you want to see it. I expected more from a Vanderquak," she said catching Webbys attention, "I expected you to be a lot tougher than this. Not feeling bad for herself and crying over spilled milk."
"I fail to see how this is suppose to make me feel better," Webby asked, not knowing where Gosalyn was going with this.
"What I'm saying is, you're not yourself. From what I heard you got scolded by your grandmother."
Webby cringed at this reminder. Her reaction was all Gosalyn needed to confirm her answer. She reached into her pocket and grabbed the sad girl's hand, "Here."
"What is it?" Webby looked down to see a pink gem tied to a silver string,
"Good luck charm. I've been making these out of gems I found. I had one for Dewey but um… Magica got to him first." Gosalyn mumbled the last part. Webbys heart stung at the words. Nothing was going to heal this scar until she knew for a fact her best friend, her more than best friend was safe. But she couldn't deny a gift. She placed the necklace over her head and rest it on her shoulders and chest.
"Thanks Gosalyn. I'm really happy to have friends like you," Webby forced a smile, "Your always there when I need you."
"Awe thanks Webby but don't get too mushy with me. And um….. one more thing," Gosalyn positioned herself into a comfortable seating position, her smile melting into a frown and eye's narrowing, "You should've listened to your granny."
"Hmm?" Webby cocked her head to the side in confusion. She nearly screamed when she felt a strong sense of pain hit her hard. Her vision then became heavy, her shoulders felt heavy, her body was falling numb. Soon she couldn't feel anything but pain. She let herself fall back on the sand, her hands gripping at it in pain.
"We do want you emotionally weak. I can't believe how naive you were. I expected a bigger fight," Gosalyn let a sly smile form on her beak as Webby squirmed on the sand in pain. After a while of grunting in pain, Webby felt her body begin to relax into a world where there was no pain. A flash of pink filling her vision.
See ya! And can't wait till I get to send another character away. And Dalek, good luck with your story!