A/N Negaduck strikes me as the kind of villain who pays one last visit to Gosalyn. I wanted to see it play out so here's the fic. The Scrooge angle is from Skypiratedash's comic on DA as it makes sense. Bulba's part of my story is entirely my creation and my headcanon.
"Good night, Gosalyn." Megavolt said, then flicked the light off.
The night lamp flicked off with a simple spark and the last member of the friendly four departed the room leaving the little girl in complete darkness. She could see a figure standing out among the glowing green neon starlight decorated on the four walls against the pool of light gray moonlight. Darkwing Duck? Surprising and shocking.
"Hm, seems I was wrong about them not being mean enough for you." A familiar voice came from the shadows.
Gosalyn bolted up, with a start, her eyebrows raising then smiling, then was about to run out of bed when Negaduck stopped her almost immediately as if he had teleported with a hand smacking her forehead. Same old reluctant wall of affection, and yet, it came out affectionately as if she had done this numerous times before to his chagrin.
"Where you been, Lord Negaduck?"
"Around." There was silence as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Do you like them?"
Gosalyn nodded, rapidly, her hands clasped in her lap.
"They're working as a unit," Gosalyn began to report. "they're being kind, nice, and they got mean faces whenever I shriek at a spider and they try to kill it! They're perfect! I love them!"
Negaduck had a genuine laugh at that lacking evil. He sounded like an ordinary duck when he laughed like that, which wasn't terribly often, beneath that exterior was a very mischievous duck.
"Andddd. . . ." he looked upon her. "Gosalyn." she puckered her beak together, looking away, batting her eyelashes. "Spill it. I know you, there's a evil interior inside that sweet heart, I directly ask you to wear something dirty and you wear something clean, pink is a very evil color in Saint Canard. Or was for that fact."
"I put weedkiller into the garden and killed the plants, put in bad bulbs that shattered during dinner, and sliced off the head of my new dolls with my toy guillotine that Launchpad gave me last week!"
She had a big smile, her white teeth shining, her cheeks gleefully big.
"That's not the last of it, Gos." Negaduck wiggled his index finger. "You were the one who clogged the toilet."
She shrugged, sheepishly.
"You never did that after I snatched you from the orphanage after Bulba tried to destroy the Ramrod and instead killed your grandfather, before Scrooge found out about the Ramrod, the way things were," he looked aside then back. "He's gone now."
"No, he isn't." she shook her head in protested. "Bulba doesn't have a grave."
"Not Bulba, princess." was his reply. "Scrooge," then he pointed back and forth between him and her. "our Scrooge," he lowered his finger. "haven't seen him in years, the city hasn't . . ." he lowered his gaze, withdrawing his hand. "God, that were some horrible days."
"How did you lose him?"
He looked toward her then lifted a brow.
"Don't wanna know." Negaduck assured as he shook his hand.
"Darkwing Duck doesn't know."
"The problem was taken care of," Negaduck looked aside. "always had his weakness, old fool, relying on his accountant, removing his bodyguard with Launchpad's help, and the rest. . well. . ." Negaduck had a evil laugh. "He ran like a cat chased by a dog. He's not back there, for sure. . ." he was silent for a short moment. "he's hiding," he lowered his head, his wide brimmed fedora masking the look in his eyes. "some where around here, but he may show his face and ask for the code." he lifted his gaze up with the sharp smile. "But he won't get it long as Launchpad keeps staking out your life from a distance."
Negaduck patted on her head then Gosalyn smiled.
"Oh, and your pink chainsaw is in the closet." Negaduck said.
She beamed then abruptly gave Negaduck a hug. Negaduck was disgusted as he removed her fingers, as if they were detestable, finger by finger. Without really uttering the words that would accompany the action.
"Keep your grubby hands off me!" he shoved her back against the bed. "And make sure to forget about me; I'm leaving, and don't intend to come back."
"You're going after Darkwing Duck." It was more of an acknowledgement.
"He's proven how much of a high and mighty strong guy that he is, this place isn't the home that I left behind, he ruined it, it's clean, it's icky, it'-"
"It's too pre-Gizmoduck and Scrooge." the duck in the yellow and red suit shuddered.
"It's uncomfortable, too peaceful, too happy, too-"
"Weak, pathetic, and sappy." Gosalyn finished for him.
He detested those capable of consuming qualities, and he hated it, and he hated it, that thing sparked hope when it wasn't quite deserved in a land that was still reeling back from Scrooge McDuck's influence that had waned.
"I liked the rough environment better." Negaduck confessed to the duckling. "made living far more challenging to survive for the people of this world, becoming innovative, finding pieces of a old normal in little packets of seeds and planting them, repairing, restoring, in what little ways they could, in a very crappy existence, it's a different kind of life. . ."
What he was describing was hope in the middle of a trash shoot, boarded in, dirt filled landscape, it was bad, but livable. He was just a scared duck of allowing himself to relax, to enjoy being the chaotic evil that he was, what if it were snatched underneath his feet, once again, as it had many years ago? She was sure that he was always evil from the getgo and grumpy but the brightness of life on the front lawns, colorful flowers, creatures that Bushroot called hummingbirds appearing, and the clear blue sky was, with life being loud as he were. . . A moment of weakness, lowering his guards, having fun, here, and then Gosalyn taken on his watch, the Waddlemeyer code used, that easily took out all the fun.
And now, it wasn't on his head anymore, it was on the friendly four's heads and the way things were going in the last few days, they were always going to be on their toes. She could tell that he was actually pleased of this arrangement, he looked happier than he had in years. Fun, excitement, a challenge, a foe that he could live with trying to ruin their life. He wasn't being all that usual grumpy, so it was a great heads up about his mood.
"I can't join in the dance of holding hands and singing kumbaya." He got off the bed. "It's not me," he approached the window of the room with his hands linked behind his back. "and never will be."
Their natures contrasted one another; one was able to live in peace and the other wasn't. Being evil for them came in two different formats, one was chaos and dictatorship, and the other was the kind where it was unexpected in being sweet and also quite deadly. He was an admirable role model, his fashion, his fedora, being loud and grumpy, and being happy in his very little way. She looked down toward her small hands then up toward the duck.
"Launchpad won't forget about you. . ." then she added. "dad."
A simple word of affection, even when he rejected it, he had done his best, simply, with his flaws. Negaduck was caught off guard, thoroughly surprised, his beak slightly falling. Somewhere deep inside that rotten heart, he had thought she hadn't liked him as a thorny individual. In fact, he was her favorite porcupine. The sound of bells rang in the air indicating a approaching new arrival.
"Gosalyn, like to watch child's play?" Quackerjack said, drawing her attention, poking his head through the doorway. "St Canard just imported the movie; Bushroot, Liquidator, and Megavolt are working on making Duckburg being livable." he lifted his brows with a smirk as he tilted his head sideways and his bells rang. "Wanna play?"
Quackerjack was a very unique individual, some phrases that he said from his vocabulary turned out to be from movies, he wasn't all that innocent, she liked that with his state in horror films.
"I am coming, Quackerjack!"
Quackerjack poked his head back out leaving the door ajar.
"Just one minute. . ."
Gosalyn looked back toward Negaduck but he was already gone. She had said her farewell, and so had he. And yet, she couldn't help but feel sad about it. He was her favorite guardian, being there or not. She slipped out of bed then ran out joining Quackerjack leaving the empty room behind as a distant shadow with a fedora watched through the window. Negaduck turned away then walked on.
