A/N: Hey duck enthusiasts. First, I want to apologize for it taking me so long to upload this chapter, as I've been busy for the past two weeks and haven't had much time to write.
And secondly, sorry this chapter is much longer than usual. Then again, maybe you guys actually prefer longer chapters.
Anyway, hopefully I'll be able to continue a consistent update schedule and maybe get a few more chapters out before the year ends.
I appreciate all of your comments, favorites, and follows! Thanks! :)
A Latin duck in a bulky cybernetic armor cautiously rolled down the concrete walkway up to a lonely house in Duckburg. Although the front yard and surrounding neighborhood was mostly well kept and orderly, it was oddly foreboding for the superhero. Gathering every ounce of his courage, he knocked twice on the front door and waited patiently.
After a minute of silence from inside, a young gray duck opened the door and looked up to Fenton.
"Uh, greetings citizen."
"In case you haven't heard the recent news, a local little girl was adducted two days ago by a witch named... Magica De Spell."
"She is considered armed with spells and extremely dangerous."
"So if you see this little girl-"
Fenton handed the duck a small photo of Webby.
"-be sure to call the authorities immediately."
"Her name is Webbigail Vanderquack, she's eleven years old, and she was last seen wearing the clothes she's wearing in the photo."
"...Apparently, that's her favorite outfit. Everytime I've seen her, she's always wearing the same-"
"-UHH."
Fenton stopped himself, realizing that he almost revealed his secret identity to another citizen.
"The uh- The reason I came here specifically is that your home is giving off insurmountable supernatural readings on my gizmo-scanner."
"By simple deduction, an evil witch would like Magica would give off great amounts of supernatural energy and magic..."
"If you are at all concerned about these readings, I have a gallon of holy water and a hymn playlist that can be played under no obligations."
Fenton offered with a nervous smile, as the young duck's silent stare was beginning to unnerve him.
"...That's Webbigail for you. Purple pink and blue are her definite spiritual colours."
"Wait, you know her?" The superhero rubbed his helmet.
"...Come inside." The odd little duck motioned for him to enter.
After quickly cleaning off his tire, Fenton ducked and rolled into the small living room.
"Have a seat..." The duck sat on the leather couch in the corner.
"So uh, how do you know Webby?" Fenton asked after carefully sitting down next to him.
"My name is Violet Sabrewing. I was there when Magica kidnapped Webbigail from McDuck Manor."
"Violet? Uh, Wow. I didn't know that was a boy's name." Fenton marveled at the teen's unusual name.
"It's not. Before Magica took Webbigail away, everyone else there was cursed to be trapped in someone else's body, while also transforming her niece Lena into a common swine."
"...And I got swapped with one of Webbigail's friends named Randy."
"Oh! Well that explains-"
"I've been working on a potion the should reverse the transformation spell on Lena." Violet interrupted the superhero.
"But the brew keeps boiling over and making a mess everywhere."
"...Okay." Fenton got up from the couch.
"It seems there's no evil afoot here. I'll be on my way."
"But uh, where's you mom and dad? Certainly they don't approve of you being home alone."
"...I don't have a mom." Violet answered with a extreme lack of emotion and intrest.
"Oh, sorry!"
Fenton quickly apologized in a sincere tone.
"I, know what it's like to lose someone close to you..."
"I never knew my mother, or my father."
"...So you're adopted then?" The superhero raised an eyebrow underneath his helmet.
"Well I hope your dad finds his special someone soon."
"Don't worry, they have..." Violet said as she casually walked off to her room.
"...This is perfect." A short beagle boy peered through the window at Fenton and laughed.
"Okay. After Gizmoduck finishes his business in there, we follow him."
"Uh Bigtime? I thought we were gonna rob this place. I don't really see the point of following Gizmoduck." A particularly large and muscular beagle boy asked.
"Dooohh. You and Burger don't see the point of ANYTHING, because you're uncreative, small-time thinkers!"
"Now me... I'm Bigtime."
The skinny beagle boy quietly muttered something incoherent in Bouncer's ear and stood still.
"...Your brother and me both agree that we should stick to normal, small-time crimes until Ma gets back."
"And kidnapping Gizmoduck is a bit far from-"
SLAP!
"You lunkheads! We're not gonna kidnap Gizmoduck! We're gonna let him LEAD us to the thing Ma wants most in this world!"
"...Better kids?"
"...NO YOU-"
SLAP!
"-Not, better kids."
"A feathered kid. Named Webby."
Bouncer and Burger quickly looked at each other and back at their brother.
"Come again."
SLAP!
Bigtime slapped himself in the face.
"Webby Vanderquack! The kid that got Ma busted a year ago and ruined her birthday party!"
"I heard Ma talking about her in her sleep before she left. And how she wanted to teach that feathered nuisance a lesson!"
"...Are you sure she wasn't talking about you?" Bouncer questined.
"Doohh!"
"DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE FEATHERS?!" Bigtime yelled in his much bigger brother's face.
"...Well you did start that big pillow fight a week ago."
"That's besides the point!"
"Don't you see? Just two days ago Magica De Spell kidnapped Webby."
"Now, we let Gizmoduck track them both down with his gizmo-scanner thingy and find Magica. As superheroes always find the villain's hideout."
"Then we swoop in and grab Webby!"
"Uh, Bigtime? Rescuing a kidnapped little girl, that doesn't sound very in character for the Beagle family..."
Bigtime almost slapped himself in the face again before stopping himself and slapping Burger instead.
"We're not gonna rescue Webby! We're gonna re-kidnap her for Ma!"
"And after we get her back to the junkyard, we'll tie her up in cute little ribbons and put her in a box."
"Think about it, she'll be our welcome home gift to Ma..."
"Ma said it would be awhile before she'd get back. I don't think she'd appreciate a dead kid in a box."
"Okay fine! We'll take her to the junkyard and take care of her in the meantime."
"What do ducks like to eat?"
"...Bread?"
Bigtime instintivly lifted his hand to slap his brother in the face, but quickly calmed himself down.
"Bouncer, that's the smartest thing you've said all day."
The short beagle boy laughed. "I can't wait to see the look on her face when we grab her. She'll be begging for us to take her back to Magica."
Before the conversation could escalate further, the three criminals heard the front door of the house close.
Peeking around the corner, they saw Fenton fly off into Duckburg in his gizmosuit.
"Eh! We can't lose him! Hurry!"
After tripping over themselves a few times, the beagle boys quickly ran after Gizmoduck.
"Okay Fenton. This could be it. Stay alert, watch your back, and don't take any decorative apples..."
The superhero knocked on the door of Doofus Drake's mansion, breathing anxiously.
"You can handle this Fenton, you faced off against countless evils. A vengeance fueled witch like Magica should be a piece of cake."
"All you have to do is aprehend Magica and return Webbigail home safely. All without dying or possibly being cursed to live forever while bleeding endlessly from your- I'm going to need backup." Fenton instantly turned around to head back to Gyro's laboratory.
But before the superhero could blast back to home base, he heard a loud cough from the door behind him.
"Can I help you?" A well dressed butler stood below Fenton.
"...Uh, Hi."
"Uh, I mean- Greetings citizen!"
"In case you haven't heard the recent news, a local little girl was adducted two days ago by a witch named Magica De Spell."
"Her name is Webbigail Vanderquack, she's eleven years old, and she was last seen wearing the clothes she's wearing in the photo."
The superhero handed the butler the photo of Webby.
"The reason I came here is that this mansion is giving off astronomical supernatural readings on my gizmo-scanner."
"So either Magica has broken into your mansion and is holding Webby and everyone else in there captive, or you have possibly the worst case of house haunting in recorded history."
Fenton tried to make light of the situation by laughing it off.
"Uh, would it possibly be okay for you to allow me to search your mansion? Possibly?"
Without saying a single word, the butler walked up to the front doors of the mansion and opened them wide.
"...YOU shall pass."
"Oh! Uh, thanks! I, won't be long." Fenton thanked the servant with a smile.
"Thanks for your time citizen!" Fenton walked onto the front porch of the mansion.
"Remember, be sure to call the local authorities if you hear or see anything suspicious."
The butler closed the door and sighed as the latin duck left.
"If only we could all be as ignorant as you..."
Deep from within Doofus' alluring but haunted mansion in Duckburg, three shadowy figures tiptoed softly through the darkened corridors and hallways. They're motives were far from friendly, and they were more determined than ever to bring forth their hostile intent.
Squeak-
Squeak-
Squeak-
Squeak-
"Burger! Didn't I tell you to get those shoes fixed?!" Bigtime whispered much louder than the aforementioned squeaking.
The skinny beagle whispered nothing intelligible in his brother's ear.
"Get, rid of them!..."
...
Squeak-
Squeak-
Squeak-
Squ-
"EHH! I told you to get rid of those shoes-"
"But Big Time, Burger's barefooted, see?" Bouncer interrupted.
"Well, then get your feet fixed!"
In the cloudy waters of a large fishtank in Doofus' pet room, a little duck turned aquatic creature floated just below the breathable surface on her back. Her lungs completely filled with fish contaminated water.
For the past several hours, she had been on the verge of drifting off into a deep, much needed sleep, only to be jolted awake at the last second by the effects of the potion that Magica forced her to drink.
The persistent insomnia lingered on the back of her mind as she tried her best to think up a plan of escape, which was quite difficult to do as both confusing and disturbing images kept reappearing and playing on repeat in her head. She felt like she was slowly losing her mind.
Simply running away wasn't an option, as Magica had already proven it hopeless through her first attempt. And that she didn't have legs to run with a anyway.
Getting Doofus' servents to help her wasn't an option either, as they had both lost the courage to stand up to their son.
She was cold and exhausted. She felt sick to her stomach from hunger and the grimy water. Her tail writhed and contorted uncontrollably. Her clothes were soaked and carelessly ripped apart. Worst of all, she missed her friends and family.
Webby had to admit, Magica really knew what she was doing. In terms revenge, the sorceress had her right were she wanted her. Weak, sick, and humiliated. And unless she gave herself up to her, it would only get worse and worse.
But before the merduck could continue failing to fall fast asleep, she felt a pair of powerful hands lift her out of the fishtank, letting her drenched clothing drip water back into her former glass prison.
"Wha- What is-?" Webby rubbed her tired eyes in a daze as she was promptly dropped into a much smaller fishtank.
After her eyes had adjusted enough to see clearly, she lifted her head out of the sparkling clean water to see Bigtime, Burger, and Bouncer grinning from ear to ear down at her. Webby's face lift up with a deranged smile.
"That's right you little urchin! You're coming home with us n-" The short beagle boy was quickly interrupted by the merduck hugging him tight enough to cause severe damage.
"AhHAHA! I'm so glad to see you guys!"
"Holy schnikes! She's delirious!" Bouncer backed against a wall.
"Erh! We're not rescuing you! We're kidnapping you!" Bigtime forcefully pushed Webby back into the tank and locked the lid.
"I know." The merduck's spoke in a overly cheery, bubbly voice.
"EH! THEN WHY ARE YOU SO HAPPY?!"
"Ugh, nevermind. All that matters is that Ma-"
"What is going on in HERE?!" Ma Beagle stood in the doorway, looking very displeased.
"...Hi Ma."
"Oh."
Bigtime ran over to the fishtank and attempted to lift it up.
"Bouncer!"
The muscular beagle boy lifted the tank with ease and carried it over to his mother.
"Welcome home Ma! Ta da! The thing you want most in this world, Webby Vanderquack!" Bigtime pulled a dirty sheet off the tank to reveal Webby inside. The happy expression on her face had been replaced with an expression of fear.
"You idiot. I don't want Webby. I want the the deed to Duckburg!"
"I thought you wanted better kids..." Bouncer spoke quietly.
"...Put her down!"
In a panic, Bouncer immediately dropped the heavy fishtank on the floor. Surprisingly, it didn't break apart on impact.
"Now go home!"
"But- But Ma!" Bigtime pleaded.
"How many times do I have to tell you morons? Go, HOME!" Ma Beagle pointed towards the open door.
"Nuts. All that sneaking and fishtank swipping for nothing..." Bouncer slowly walked out of the room.
"...Where's your shoes?" Ma Beagle stopped Burger before he could leave.
"We made him take em' off. They squeak something awful Ma." Bigtime explained.
"I don't care if a family of mice is living in them! Put em' back on!"
Following his mother's orders, the skinny beagle boy quickly tied his shoes and followed Bouncer.
Squeak-
Squeak-
Squeak-
Squeak-
"...Well, what are you waiting for?"
"But- But Ma, I don't understand." Bigtime walked up to his mother.
"Ugh. This is all Magica's doing. She planned this whole thing to take down Scrooge and his family. And if we're lucky, we'll get Duckburg back in the process."
"You mean, Beagleburg will rise from the ashes of Duckburg and become the number one criminal capital of the world?"
"Something like that, yes."
"YAA-HOO!" Bigtime leapt into the air in excitement and ran after his brothers.
"I can't wait to tell everybody back at the junkyard!"
After all of Ma Beagle's inept sons had left, she shut and locked the door. Her and Webby were now alone together in the large, dimly light room.
"...So, what's it like being a sea creature?" The criminal walked over to the small fishtank on the floor.
Webby refused to answer. As she knew nothing good would come from it.
"Not fun huh?"
"Well I'll tell you what's really not fun. Having a bunch of failure as criminal sons working for you..."
"And I'll admit it. You're more competent then all of my sons combined..."
Ma Beagle's unexpected compliment got Webby's attention.
"...Really?"
The criminal nodded.
"Bigtime and Magica have the same problem, they make things way too complicated."
"If she wanted too, Magica could have struck Scrooge and his entire family dead days ago."
"But did she? Nooooo."
"If I had her powers, you'd all be burning in hell..."
"OKAAY!" A booming magical voice echoed from out of nowhere.
"I'd HATE to interrupt your smalltalk, but it's time for a professional to TAKE OVER."
The Sorceress of the Shadows instantly teleported into the room in a red could of smoke.
"Sorry I'm late, I had to deal with one of Scrooge's lackeys..."
"HEEEY WEBBY! It's ME, your loving Aunt Magica!" The sorceress skipped up to merduck and waved.
"So, what's it like being a sea creature?"
Webby frowned and stared back at her crossly.
"Ma Beagle already asked that. And you're not my Aunt Magica..."
Magica paused and turned around.
"Silly me, already forgot you were here."
"Well, you being here won't hurt anything. Just sit back and relax... AND WATCH. AS I TEAR EVERY BIT OF PRIDE AWAY FROM HER."
"AH-HA. AH-HAHAHAHA!"
"...Would you like some popcorn?"
"I'm fine thank you." Ma Beagle sat down in a chair.
"Eh..."
Magica lazily snapped her fingers, causing a bright light to suddenly flash in the room.
After a couple of seconds, Ma Beagle and Webby looked around the room in confusion, as seemingly nothing had changed.
"Notice, anything different?" The sorceress bent down to Webby and smiled. The duckling remained silent in her watery prison.
"Well then let me ask you another question. How long can you hold your breath?"
"...About, eight minut-" Webby's eyes widened in panic. Ignoring her unusually high-pitched and bubbly voice, she began choking and kicking her legs desperately for air.
"Oops, I'm such a fool! Your lungs are already filled with water aren't they?"
The duckling couldn't answer, as she was quickly losing consciousness.
"Hmmm. Let's see how long you can last."
"What are you trying to do, kill her?!" Ma Beagle got up from her chair and approached Magica.
"RE-LAX."
"She's fine, trust me, I've done this before. I know what I'm doing..."
"...She's not moving."
The sorceress glanced to Webby in the fishtank, the water still waving back and forth above her unmoving, smaller body.
"Oh, well this may be a problem."
Before Magica knew what had happened, Ma Beagle lifted up the heavy chair she was sitting in and smashed apart the fishtank with a mighty swing. All of the water inside flowed out onto the carpeted floor.
Working fast, the criminal matriarch immediately grabbed Webby from the broken glass and laid her on her back.
"What did you do to her?! She didn't used to be this small!" Ma Beagle began rapidly pushing down on the unconscious duckling's chest.
"Just a simple age spell. If I'm going to re-train her in the likeness of me, I might as start when she's young..."
"Ughh!"
"How-"
"Much-"
"Younger-"
"Is she?"
Ma Beagle continued trying to revive Webby.
"Well, I shaved off at least seven years off her life. That would make her about..."
"Four."
"...You may have drowned a four year old genius!"
"HEY! Everything was in my control! I was just trying to give her a good scare. I'm a master at-"
"J-Just shut up!"
"UGH! How do I do mouth-to-mouth with a bill?"
Just when Ma Beagle was fully convinced that Magica had killed off Webby, the duckling began weakly coughing and gagging up water. As her much younger body couldn't handle the amount of water in it's system.
"There I saved her life... You're welcome."
"Yeah, thanks for the help. But if you don't mind, I'll take over from here."
"Ahem."
"Webby... Webby..." Magica shock the gradually breathing duckling.
"Magica, your plan will never work." Ma Beagle pulled the undead sorceress aside.
"Excuse ME. What did you just SAY?"
"You heard me right. You're careless, petty, and ignorant. If you really wanted to kill Scrooge and his family you would have done it days ago. Instead, you're just wasting time here abusing and tormenting a defenseless kid that doesn't know any better."
"You don't deserve to be Scrooge McDuck's greatest enemy, even Glomgold has more common sense then you."
"You really are a fool..."
Magica stood dumfounded above Webby, her face displaying a mix of crazed emotions as her soulless eyes twitched and shock in her empty skull.
"YOU. Just don't SEEM to understand MY vision do you?"
"EVERYTHING is going according to MY plan."
"Scrooge's life, his company, his FAMILY. It's ALL under MY CONTROL."
"EVERYTHING! Is in the grasp of my cold, dead hands..."
"...Then kill him." Ma Beagle spoke in an almost emotionless tone.
"If you're so all mighty and powerful, then prove it. Kill him."
"NOOO! PLEASE DON'T- OW! OW! OW!"
Webby fell onto to floor in pain, as it felt like her feet were being slashed apart by dozens of knives.
"WHAAT- What did you-"
The duckling's voice cracked as she realized how much younger and smaller she was. Not wanting to put any more pressure on her feet, she laid on the carpet in her oversized clothing.
"What did YOU DO TO ME?!"
"...Just watch and learn. I'll prove that the only FOOL around here is a little girl named Webbigail Vanderquack."
Magica mockingly walked up to the duckling and forced her to make eye contact. She gasped overdramaticly after getting a look at her tired, red eyes.
"WEBBY! You're eyes! They look awful!"
"..."
The sorceress scooped up the child and lifted her stomach to the side of her head.
"OH MY! Do I hear growling? You're hungry aren't you?"
Webby closed her eyes and nooded.
"And, OH NO! Your clothes! They don't fit anymore!"
"...Yeah, AND WHO'S TO BLAME FOR THAT, MAGICA?!" The duckling snapped.
The sorceress gasped loudy again at Webby's sudden remark.
"Certainly you're not blaming me for this!"
"Personally, if I were you, I'd sue your retailer..."
Webby frowned.
"Well, at least you're still cute." Magica patted her on the back.
"...GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF ME YOU- AAHHH!" The duckling pushed herself out of Magica's grasp and onto the floor.
"Oooh, a bit touchy now aren't we?" The sorceress towered over Webby like a tall tree.
"By the way, like your new legs?"
"...What do you mean, new legs?" Webby asked.
"Why, your old legs were lost forever when you were turned into a merduck. So I gave you a pair of new ones so you could walk around like everyone else."
"Of course, these two new legs are quite a bit different from your old ones."
"For example, aside from my name being permanently printed on your soles, you'll notice that your feet are ten times more susceptible to pain."
"So whenever you put any pressure on them, say like standing up or walking-"
"-IT WILL FEEL LIKE A THOUSAND TINY BLADES, CUTTING YOUR FEET INTO ITTY, BITTY, BLOODY BITS!"
"BAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Magica stopped laughing and awkwardly paused.
"...But it doesn't have to be this way you know."
"I can turn you back into an eleven year old-"
"-Undo the curse on your feet."
"Let you get a good night of sleep-"
"-And give you the BEST breakfast you'll ever eat."
"Pancakes, syrup, bacon, hashbrowns, donuts, cinnamon rolls, omelettes. Anything you want. Special for you-"
"-And your Aunt Magica will have it delivered from the cafe down the street..."
"All you have to do is surrender your body and soul to me."
"You're tired... Take my hand." Magica held out a bony hand to the duckling on her hands and knees.
Looking her square in the face, Webby scowled and slapped Magica's hand away.
"I hate omelettes..."
"Okay then, minus the omelettes. How about crumpets?"
"I don't care what you offer me. I'm not giving myself up to you!"
"You hurt my best friend, treated her worse than litter, and tried to destroy me and my family!"
"I don't care if you kill me. Let my death be a lesson to you, you can't hurt people... AND GET AWAY WITH IT!"
"Wha-?"
"RAAAWWWRR!"
Gathering every last bit of her strength, Webby leapt onto the skeleton sorceress and began punching and clawing at her without holding back.
"AAUGH! You little BRAT! I'll-"
"This is for hurting Lena!" The duckling cried and punched Magica in face with a powerful jab, causing a large crack to split down her skull.
Seeing her ally getting brutally savaged by Webby, Ma Beagle backed against the door in fear.
"UGH! NO! You're supposed to fear me! WHY DON'T YOU FEAR MEEEE!?"
"Could you just- SHUT THAT UGLY HOLE IN YOUR FACE ALREADY!"
With tears in her eyes, Webby grabbed Magica's right arm and violently tore it out of it's socket.
"This is for stalking Lena in her sleep!"
Ignoing the excruciating pain in her feet, Webby jumped onto the floor and swung the skeleton arm at Magica's bony legs. Causing her to fall on her chest.
"And THIS is for-"
"-Leaving me tied up with a creepy rich kid that likes to lick people and sniff their butts!"
The duckling drew back her leg and kicked Magica's skull more than hard enough to snap it clean off her shoulders.
With a loud crack, it hit the wall and shattered into hundreds of dutsy pieces, as the sorceress' still terror stricken eyes fell onto the floor like lonely marbles.
Breathing heavily, Webby stared forward into space. As in her currently poor state of mind and drowsiness, her actions paralleled an injured feral animal, fighting desperately for it's life.
"Jeez..." Ma Beagle took off her hat in respect.
"She may have been a fool, but at least she was eager."
After letting the wild animal that was trapped within her return to it's nest, the duckling gave out relieved deep sigh and fell onto her knees...
And she laughed.
What began as only a nervous quiet giggle slowy built up to a loud, witches' cackle, as Webby tried to catch her breath in between her laughs.
The lack of sleep, combined with the hunger pangs and much younger body had quickly eaten away at her mind.
With a lengthy silent chuckle, she fell onto her side and continued hyperventilating.
"YEESS. I did it IT! Magica De Spell is dead!"
Webby smiled and writhed on the floor.
"First Black Heron, and- And now Magica!"
"YES! Lena is finally safe! And- And- And- And-"
The duckling's frantic monologue was abruptly interrupted by a slow consistent clapping from the darkened corner of the room.
Just barely visible in the inky blackness was a large slender shadow that stared back at Webby with piercing, calm red eyes.
"...Nice try."
Like a cat pouncing it's prey, the dark shadow leapt towards the duckling and pinned her against the wall.
"Yeeep. Not dead yeett..."
The sorceress turned away from the struggling duckling and towards Ma Beagle.
"As I was saying, just WATCH and LEARN. Have you ever seen a fool... DO THIS?!"
After enlarging the size of her fist, Magica punched Webby straight in the stomach, knocking all of the breath out of her.
"Yes. You enjoy this don't you? You dirty little masochist." The sorceress grinned in sadistic glee.
"Any normal brat would have surrendered by now, but you..."
"You continue to defy me, making me hurt you."
"You love this..."
Webby squirmed in Magica's grasp, tears running down her face.
"N-No, I, I-"
'Don't lie to me child!" The shadow shook the duckling.
"Heh heh. You foolish little fool. You could have been honest with me. Instead, you wasted all my time with the small stuff."
"You're quite a clever little girl aren't you Webby? Tricking me into hurting you when you actually wanted to be hurt."
"I congratulate you... and for such cleverness, you deserve a prize."
"Here, I believe it's time I gave you your just reward..."
"W-W-Wait, Magica! Somebody-"
"Ah ah ah!"
"Just relax my child, and let the pain invigorate the deepest parts of your dark soul's most cherished desires."
"Now open wide for the AIR-PLAAANE!"
The sorceress forced Webby's bill wide open and stuffed a large dental gag in her mouth.
"...Oh, and try not to drool too much on your Aunt Magica, okay?
"Magica? What are you doing? And where did you get that thing?" Ma Beagle asked in genuine confusion.
"Just getting closer to my niece, that's all..."
"Oh, and I got the gag from Doofus. Said it was barely used, despite the blood and saliva all over it."
"NOW THEN-" Magica patted Webby on the head and wiped away her tears.
"-I'm going in."
The Sorceress of the Shadows dove headfirst into the duckling's mouth and slowy filled every part of her body with her dark, shadowy essence.
Webby shrieked and struggled on the floor as her vision blacked out and Magica's arms erupted from her eyes.
"Holy-" Ma Beagle almost fled the room in disgust.
"Now that's messed up..."
The panicking duckling choked and and gagged violently as she was literally drowning in Magica's essence. In her struggle, the dental gag fell to the floor.
"MAGICA- STOP- UGHH! PLEASE!- KILL, ME-"
"Excuse me..." The sorceress stopped pumping her dark magic into Webby's body and spoke from within her rapidly beating heart.
"KILL YOU?"
"Webby, I would never kill you."
"No... I'll just hold you on the edge between life and death. Dangling your sweet demise right in front of your face. Yet you'll never be able to reach it."
"Do you want this all to stop? To wake up from this terrible nightmare and brush it all underneath the rug?"
Magica gathered all of her shadow essence and finally allowed herself to be vomited up by Webby. She poured out of her mouth like an inky black snake and brushed the drool off her.
"Eck. I told you not to drool..."
With a single wave of her hand, Magica's dry scattred bones reconnected and stood high above the duckling.
Severing herself from Webby, the sorceress reclaimed her skeleton body and stretched out her hand. Although she had lost her eyes, Magica could still somehow see the world from inside her deteriorating form.
"Well, c'mon! Take my hand." Magica held her arm out impatiently while the duckling silently whimpered to herself in a fetal position.
"Ugh! Be reasonable Webby! There's no way you could possibly refuse now. EVEN AFTER ALL THAT? AND YOU STILL REFUSE?!"
"...Oh I see, you're too tired to move aren't you?" Magica chuckled.
"Here, let me help you up..." The sorceress bent down to lift the child to her feet, only to get spit at directly in the face.
Webby glared wordlessly upwards at The Shadow Queen, her eyes buring with intense hatred.
"YOU, WORTHLESS, LITTLE CRETIN!" Magica lifted the duckling in the air from her head feathers and screamed at her.
"WHAT MORE, DO I HAVE TO DO TO YOU, TO BREAK YOU?!"
"UUGH! FINE! IT CONTINUES THEN! No sleep! No food! And no-" the sorceress paused, looking down, she could see Webby clutching at her oversized skirt.
Recognizing the reason for Webby's discomfort, Magica grinned devilishly.
"UH OH! You can't hide it from me. You have to go to the little girl's room don't ya?"
Webby blushed and stuck her hands behind her back.
"...N-No." The duckling tried to avoid eye contact, despite Magica not having any eyes.
"Now don't you fib with me child. I see through your little charade."
"Well unfortunately for you, until you give yourself up to me, you are now banned from every bathroom in the mansion!"
"How do you like THAT? HA!"
Webby frowned and crossed her arms.
"...You never let me go to the bathroom in the first place."
"What, did you think I'd do it in the same water I was swimming in?"
"You're right. That would be gross..." Magica cringed.
"Wait. You held it for TWO DAYS? Webby! I'm impressed!"
"...Well what do you want me to do then? Put on diapers and run aroun-"
The duckling quickly put her hands over mouth. Realizing that she had just given Magica a perfectly humiliating scheme, she blushed harder than before.
"Webby! Don't be ridiculous. I'm not going to put you in diapers. That's too good for you. And besides, I'm not changing them..." Magica tried to block out the terrible imagery from her head.
"But I will give you some new clothes though. Your old ones are so, big. You're much too small for them now."
With a snap of her fingers, Magica summoned a cardboard box from thin air and let in fall onto the damp carpeted floor.
"Now let see-" the sorceress dropped Webby on her feet and opened the box.
"AAAHH!" The duckling fell onto her back in pain.
"That's not funny!"
"...Maybe not for you, but for me it is." Magica pulled out two pieces of jet black clothing from the box and held them up.
"Ah, yes. This will just look GREAT on you..."
"Wait-"
"-Just a minute."
Ma Beagle suddenly snatched the clothing away from Magica's skeleton hands and looked them over closely.
"Sheesh, forgot you were here again."
The criminal matriarch unfolded the first piece of clothing to reveal it to be what looked like a cross between a short-cut crop top and a bra.
"What is-" Ma Beagle unfolded the other piece to discover it to be a scanty, close-fitting pair of shorts.
"...Are you kidding me?"
"What? It's a classic." Magica began.
"The villain forces the damsel in distress to wear a particularly revealing or humiliating outfit in order to embarrass and show their superiority over them. I thought a woman like you would be well aware of these cliches."
"But she's only a four year old... Where did you get these anyway?"
"Oh, just a small private company online. You can't find their products in any stores."
"Gee, I wonder why..." Ma Beagle said under her breath.
After snatching back the outfit, the sorceress held the suggestive pieces of clothing in front of Webby and watched her face shift from curiosity to embarrassment.
"There's no way I'm wearing that." The duckling tried to sound serious, dispite her high pitched voice.
"...So you'd rather be naked then?" Magica smirked.
"Don't even think about- Rrrrrrrr FINE! I'LL WEAR YOUR DUMB CLOTHES!" Webby silently cursed and grabbed the swimsuit in anger.
After shortly grumbling to herself, the duckling looked up to see Magica still staring down at her. She hadn't moved an inch.
"..."
"WELL?! What are you waiting for?! Leave so I can change already!"
"...Wait, you thought- Webby! You couldn't possibly put that on all by yourself."
"I mean really, in your condition-"
"Wait WHAATT?!" Webby threw the swimsuit in the air in shock.
"Y-YOU, YOU-"
"Now just relax Webby. It'll be okay..."
Magica bent down to the duckling on the floor and grabbed her oversized, damp shirt.
"MAGICA, NO! I- I CAN DRESS MYSELF!"
"What's the matter Webby? We're both girl's here aren't we? Besides, I've already seen you without clothes. It's not like you can hide anything for me anymore..."
"And I'd like to hurry up and get these on you before you have an, accident."
"Luckily for you, I bought the water-resistant ones. Just in case you end up bound and gagged in a closet and you... you know."
"Realizing that she couldn't talk her kidnapper out of undressing her, Webby fought with all her strength to push Magica's hands away.
"Now don't fight your Aunt Magica." The sorceress ruffled the child's head's feathers in a counterfeit form of affection.
"It will only make things worse for you..."
"You couldn't do this to me if I wasn't a little girl!" Webby tried not to cry as the last bit of her pride was being stripped away from her.
"Yeah, uh huh. Beep, beep beep beep, News flash Weebigail, you are one."
"...Well here's a news flash for you Magica."
Ma Beagle peeked into the room and spoke soft enough so the sorceress couldn't hear her.
"The Beagle organization doesn't have time to waste on useless schemes and petty revenge plots."
"It's about time the role of McDuck's greatest enemy is recast..."
Deep underneath Scrooge McDuck's money bin in Duckburg, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera entered Gyro's undersea laboratory and walked up to the lonely scientist at his desk.
"Hi Dr. Gearloose!" Fenton took a bite out of a jelly donut.
"...So, how was your day?"
"Completely awe-inspiring!"
"Great. Just great..." The scientist spoke without looking up.
"Uh, did something go wrong? If there's a problem, I can go and fix-"
"UUUUGGH!" Gyro slammed his fists down in frustration and stood up.
"What have you been doing all day?! You where supposed to be here for upgrades and repairs, eight hours ago!"
"Congratulations dummy. You beat your last record by six hours."
"Uh, sorry Dr. Gearloose. I, uh. I must have forgotten."
"UGHH! I must have forgotten... Why haven't you been answering my calls?!"
"Wait, I didn't get any-" Fenton unlocked his phone to see that it was muted and he had eighty-seven missed calls."
"Ohhhh."
"Uh, would you like a lemon donut? It did fall onto the sidewalk, but it should still be edible."
Gyro crossed his arms and gave Fenton and a rather disapproving look.
"Well... Where is it?"
"Uhhh, where is what?"
"Uuggh! The Gizmosuit!"
Fenton paused.
"...What's a Gizmosuit?"