A/N: Only 2 comments? That's not a lot of karmic justice. Guess it'll just have to be delayed a bit then...
Webbigail: Your comments definitely DON'T bother me, I actually love them. Keep them up if you don't mind, I appreciate receiving ANY KIND of feedback from readers. Oh, and "ABRA DUCKABRA" is just an old Magica De Spell quote that I brought back. Most of Magica's dialogue is based off her past character quotes, and other horror based movie/book quotes. One example is how this section of her dialogue from the last chapter:
"...I know. I'll wrap you up in plastic wrap and hang you in the freezer. Making you a, PUP-sicle! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"No, WAIT! I'll stuff dirty cottonballs down your throat and pour boiling water on your face. Ah-ha-ha!"
"No, WAIT! I'll tear out your tail feathers and make you a sacrificial headdress."
"HA! So many choices. What should we do first?"
-is heavily based off some of her cut lines from Jaw$! that Frank Angones posted on his Twitter, so there's that. Again, I'm so glad you're enjoying this fic... Dispite how intentionally unpleasant it actually is.
Oh, just one more important thing. You see, just a couple of days ago, my younger sister found out I was writing this fic. Let's just say she was, not very happy with the way I've portrayed some of the characters... She is a huge fan of DuckTales and a massive Webby/Lena/Violet shipper. So after a long argument with her, I decided to change things up a bit for the rest of the fic and write Webby, Lena, and Violet together as lesbians in a threesome relationship. Huey, Dewey, and Louie will also be written as being gay for each other now.
2 days in counting till the season 3 premiere of DuckTales! Chapter 13 will be uploaded very soon...
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"Uhh, Uncle Scrooge?"
"Don't- Don't worry. Webby is, well, she's- she's really tough."
"Just like you said, Webby can handle anything Magica could possibly do to her. She already got a few good shots at her and is still refusing to give up."
"So... So all we have to do is wait for Magica to slip up, and-"
"-That's enough lad..." Scrooge McDuck still trapped in his youngest's nephew body refused to look up as he sat forward in his chair with his hand on his forehead.
"Can't you see when your great uncle is in deep regret?" His tone was cold and tired, dispite coming out in a pubescent child's voice.
"But- But Uncle Scrooge. It's- It's not your fault. It's Mag-"
"-And WHO'S FAULT is IT, that Magica got that chance?!" Huey in Mrs. Beakley's body was interrupted as Scrooge finally jumped out of his chair and tried to hold back his tears.
"It was reckless! I gave that stone-hearted sorceress a chance to get back at us! And she took it!"
"Now look what happened! She struck at the ONE PLACE where she knew it would tear me apart the most!"
Pulling his black top hat down over his eyes, Scrooge stood his cane upright and let a tear run down his nephew's cheek.
"My family..."
"...Uncle Scrooge." Huey was almost speechless.
"Webbigail, heh. That spunky young lass could have been prodigy, a living legend in her own time."
"But Magica, has pulled her into her own sick sadist game... She's objectifying, literally sexualizing a literal child into her-"
"-Sorry. I don't think you're mature enough for this yet..."
Scrooge sighed and turned his back towards the Junior Woodchuck.
"I always knew that witch was twisted and underhanded. But this is-"
"-and Webbigail... She's only making it worse for herself by standing up for me. No matter how defiant she is, it won't change the fact that's she just a helpless young lass, up against the worst tyranny Magica is willing to pull out of her sleeve."
"...She doesn't stand a chance."
"Uncle Scrooge? Listen." Huey walked up to his great uncle to try and comfort him, the two of them now stood alone in the the same dimly light office Magica was able to escape from Scrooge's Number One Dime over a year ago.
"I'm going to make an appeal to Magica... I'm going to take Webbigail's place."
"...WHAT?" Huey stood back in shock.
"You- You can't be serious!"
"How can you be so sure Magica will even agree to that? How are you even going to contact her? What if she just captures you both?!"
"I'm Scrooge McDuck..." Scrooge paused before looking out the window and into the inky dark night.
"It's me who she truly wants. And I don't think she cares if I'm a child or not..."
"Webbigail's only chance is if Magica just lets her go peacefully. And if she has the opportunity to have me completely surrender myself to her, you can bet your tail feathers that witch will take it."
"...Well, what- what about Gyro and his- his time tub?" Huey asked.
"Magica is too powerful now. It would be sending him to a cruel and unusual death..."
"After Webbigail is safe home in your arms, you're all going to have to leave Duckburg. Magica will come after all of you, probably chasing you to the very ends of the earth."
"Your brother will get the honor of being the richest duck in the world again, and you-"
"-Well, you'll have to look after Dewey and Della. I'm afraid they still have a lot to learn..."
"Could you please stop and just listen to yourself?!" Huey grabbed his uncle and turned him around.
"We can get through THIS! Please! There has to be a better way. We can't just give up! I know Webby. Even if your plan works, she will just insist on getting you back from Magica, putting us all in danger AGAIN!"
"Well, your her grandmother. You'll just have to hold her down..."
"Ugh!" The young Junior Woodchuck groaned.
"You need to get some sleep, you're definitely not thinking straight! What if we find a way to get back to normal after you give yourself up? You would be cutting Louie's life short by at least, thirty years!"
"How much longer do you think you'll- your body, will live anyway?"
"Well, I- I thought I'd just live forever..." Scrooge stuttered, surprised how intimidating Huey was like this.
"Look- H-Huey, I'm going to have to level with you on this. You're the most responsible of all my nieces and nephews. You can handle this..." Scrooge climbed back into her chair and yawned.
"...People like Magica, the subtlety corrupt, possibly the higher ups in F.O.W.L. They're all-"
"-Wait fowl?" Huey questioned.
"Webby didn't tell you? F-O-W-L F.O.W.L, the Fiendish Organization for World Larceny. The top secret criminal organisation against all peace and prosperity that nobody's supposed to know about..."
"Wait, how do you know about them then?" The Junior Woodchuck asked.
"I'm the richest duck in the world, I have my own little way of knowing things..." Scrooge smiled for the first time in hours.
"Anyway, these people-"
"-Well, someone of them couldn't really be considered people."
"Have this belief, that if they abuse, mistreat, torture, or do possibly even worse to young children, in return, they'll steal their power after killing them and drinking their blood..."
"Wait WHAT?" Huey once again stood back in shock.
"What power? Children have power? Why am I only now hearing about THIS?! I wonder what type of power I have?"
"...Youth." Scrooge replied.
"That's their mindset. Murder the innocent, drink their blood, and then eventually gain immortality."
"Well, since- since you're the richest duck in the world, can't you just stop these people from doing this? This just sounds like a horrible nightmare to have to go through..." Huey rubbed his muscular shoulders.
"Despite what your brother genuinely believes, money can't buy anything. But it can buy invitations to these... perverse ceremonies."
"They've already tried to invite me to one of their private islands free of charge decades ago, most likely just to get dirt on me if I tried to tell anyone afterwards."
"Do- Do you think Glomgold, or- or Mark Beaks has- has-"
"-Heh heh." Scrooge interrupted his now distraught nephew with a soft chuckle.
"Flinty already believes he's immortal... And Beaks-"
"-he's the one with the telephone right? I doubt he's the type of man to go for this..."
"But Magica! She is a cruel and wicked woman! Lacking any sort of remorse or-"
"-Wait, didn't you yourself have an island that you wanted to keep so secret, you had it removed from all the maps in the world?" Huey asked, not sure if the story Louie had told him was true or not.
"That's besides the point... But Magica!" Scrooge stood and began to pace in frustration.
"She's somehow treating Webbigail WORSE than what would happen to her if she was taken to one of those ceremonies."
"Normally, being sacrificed for your own flesh and blood wouldn't be particularly... pleasant. Even though Webbigail herself told me that was her preferred death..."
"But what-" Scrooge grumbled and slammed down his foot down on the hardwood floor in anger, hurting Louie's leg in the process.
"Ouch..."
"-But what Magica is doing is just cold-blooded torture to a wee little child!"
"But not just any wee little child... My wee Webbigail!"
"...Uncle Scrooge, we've been through this already. Now what are we going to do about it? Huey watched closely as fire began to spark in his uncle's eyes.
"I'll tell you what..."
"First off, there's NO WAY I'm surrendering myself to that, jaundiced Jezebel! We're tracking her down and getting Webbigail back, even it kills ME!"
"That's the spirit! Wait, actually-"
"-Just you wait De Spell! We'll formulate a plan, strike at Magica in her every weak spot, and rescue the wee child befor-"
"-SHE IS GOING TO ERADICATE THE SMOL EARTH CHIiiilLD!" Scrooge McDuck was suddenly interrupted as Penumbra burst through the door, cradling a blind Lena in her arms.
"What?"
"It's unmistakable! First the cigars, then the blindfold. We must find and liberate her from Magica's lair before-"
"-Uh. Aunt Penn- I mean, uh. Lieutenant Penumbra..." Huey effortlessly lifted Lena up in his arms and sat her down in Scrooge's chair.
"...Webby has been kidnapped. It's not an uncommon occurrence on earth for kidnap victoms to be blindfolded so as to not reveal their kidnapper's identity."
"But we already know it's Magica who did IT! What about the- the cigars?! Explain that red earth nerd!" Penumbra struggled to lift Huey off the floor.
"Well, forcing Webby to smoke is probably just Magica-"
"-Wait, do they even have tobacco on the moon? Or did a certain someone..." Huey turned to his mother trapped in Donald's body.
"Just in case me and Penny ever end up as fugitives in a foreign country, I thought I'd just let her know the best moment to let it all loose and say things you'd most definitely regret!" Della laughed and punched the confused moonlander on the arm.
"...Why must you continue to torment me?"
"Ehh! G-GUYS! GUYS!" Lena began breathing heavily and writhing about in the chair after a long, painful silence from her.
"It's the other me AGAIN! She- She's got Webby! WEBBY, RUUN-UUN!" The teenager screamed and clawed at the arm rests on the sides of her chair.
"AAAHH! She's got her arms around her now! She's lifting her up! She's- She's whispering in her ear! She's- She's holding her up against HERSELF! NOOOOO!"
"She's-"
"She's-"
"Speak up lass! What's happening?!" Scrooge leaped on top of Lena's lap and tugged at her sweater.
"She's-"
"She's..."
"...KISSING HER!?" The sexually confused teenager burned in shock and jealously, not wanting to admit that she actually liked the feeling of being kissed by an evil counterpart of herself.
"She- She can't do that to Webby! SHE'S MIINNE!"
After being met with nothing but silence from her friends and family in the room, Lena froze and blushed a bright shade of red.
"My- f-friend... My best, friend..."
"In a definitely, non... romantic, adorable, way... Heh-heh..."
"...I ship it." Louie walked up and patted the ashamed teenager on the back.
"Louie, you're embarrassing Lena..." Dewey in Launchpad's body gently pulled his brother aside.
"So! You want us to throw you and Webby a coming out party? Complete with pink and black streamers and a great big banner that reads, Weblena?" Dewey excitedly asked.
"No- No..." The teen covered her face as she wished she could disappear back into the shadow realm.
"I feel bad for Lena... and Webby." Huey stood beside Violet and watched as Lena continued to shrink back into her chair.
"...I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing." The hummingbird continued stare intently.
A/N: ...
Fell for it didn't you? You fools.
HA!
You thought that fool Webby and that worthless puppet of mine Lena would actually get together? Along with those vomit colored brats of McSuck's?
HA-HA!
You think that just because the next season will start soon, poor little Webby will be finally be able to escape my clutches?
YOU FOOLS! That's only a children's cartoon! This is reality!
Heh. Thought you could trust that Ponytails or Cottontails fool, just because she seemed to be a nice person on the internet? HA! That virgin fool doesn't even have a sister!
Okay then Mr. Mouseaphile! You wanted more Webby abuse? Then you've got it! I'll torture that little fool till she literally begs for death, coughing up her blood on my very HANDS! Nice to finally see that somebody around here see's eye to eye with me. If you have any ideas how I could ruin her PITIFUL little life next, send me them to me... and I might just do them to her. Also, I'll be keeping a close eyesocket on you... Heh-heh-heh.
Oh, quick spoiler alert. That precious child Doofus Drake, is going to become a father. Who, might you ask, is the mother? Well, that answer should be painfully obvious by now. Those little brats should be coming along any day now...
AH-HA-HA-HA!
Strap in FOOLS! Because The Baleful Bewitching of Webby Vanderquack, has just begun...
Ah-Hahahahahahaha!
...Sorry, I get carried away.