A/N: Season 3 of DuckTales has finally arrived! Woo-oo!
Even though there will be plenty of new episodes of the show that will obviously contradict what I have written here, I still don't plan on abandoning this fic anytime soon. I might even include some of the new characters and plot elements in the later chapters. We'll see how it works out.
Webbigail: Okay, I thought I had made it pretty obvious that something was terribly wrong with the last chapter's author's note, but in case you didn't get point of it, I will tell you now. It was just an April Fool's joke. No, Huey, Dewey, and Louie will NOT be shipped romantically together in this fic, along with Webby, Lena, and Violet. This is a dark, hurt/comfort fic, not a shipping fic. No sibling incest will be included at any time. Every bit of ship teasing between any of the characters is only played for laughs, and is not meant to be taken seriously. I'm sorry for confusing you. Please forgive me.
therealjordan23: Thanks! So glad you're invested! Again, congrats for 100 reviews on your fic! I can only dream of reaching that many.
Now, with all that out of the way, back to the ducks. I promise, after this chapter, things are going to get way more complicated for our waterfowl friends. See you there.
Oh, and I don't want to sound too needy, but if you're genuinely enjoying this fic and want me to continue, please review and let me know you're into it. It'll make a fanfic writer's day.
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"Umm. Lenaah?"
"Ah know we're best friends aahnd ahll..."
"But don't you think this is ah baahd time for- Mmmmmm-" Webby Vanderquack was interrupted as her best friend Lena planted another long wet kiss on her bill and then began nibbling at her neck.
"Lennah, staap. Heh-heh. That- That tickles! Aahnd you definitely DON'T want to tickle me right now..." Webby squirmed about to escape from her friend's tight grasp.
"C'mon here you little imp." The shadowy teen licked her lips and stroked the duckling's face with her cold tongue.
"LENA! Not you TOO!" Webby blindly kicked in disgust and tried to pull her face away.
"Ewwwww. It's tha suit, isn't it? You never told me you loved dogs this much before..."
"Yes. It's nice too- kind ah see you too. But- Aaaugh! Lenaah please! I said your were ah sweetheart! Not ah sweettongue!"
Looking up to see her Aunt Magica signaling for her to cut it out already, Lena brought her tongue out of Webby's bill and put her back on her feet, watching her cringe in pain.
"-Ahhh! Pick me back up! Thhat was better!" The duckling balanced herself high on her tiptoes in the dark.
"...I'm sorry. Too much?"
"Yes, verhy much so... Wait, what?" Webby looked around in confusion, dispite a blindfold still being tied around her head.
"Lennaah... What's going on? Is- Is that reahlly you?" The duckling was starting to get suspicious.
"Yeah, of course it's really me pink. Who else would it be?" The teenager pulled Webby into an awkward hug, letting her friend rest her head on her side.
"Well, it- it sounds like you, aannd it feels like you... But-" Webby stopped to sniff the mysterious teen in front of her.
"...You smell a lot different whhen you're awaahke."
"Oh no. He's rubbing off ahhn me..."
"There, you convinced?" Lena chuckled ominously and pulled her friend closer by her collar around her neck.
"But- But I still don't know whhat you look like. Wait... What are you even doing HERE?! What happened to Maaahgica? Why am I still blindfahlded?! WHHAAHT IS EVEN GOING ON?!" The confused duckling struggled to speak clearly as the painful weight was still locked onto her tongue.
"Okay, let me take that mean ol' blindfold off you already..." Lena bent down and gently untied the dark bandana from her friend's head.
"AHHH! The llahight! Mah world, it was so dark. How mah soul longs ahfter only ah shadow, only the love in my heart caahn fill the void-"
"-what?" Webby looked silently up towards a perfect image of her best friend Lena standing over Her.
She was terrifying, yet beautiful. Her shadowy form was that of what Webby considered to be of a graceful angel. Her dark striped sweater was entrancing. Her bill was clean and sparkling. Her tail was curved and sublime-
-Wait. Why was she focusing so hard right there in particular? That was just weird. But why did it feel so right?
Yet the most noticeable aspect of her friend was her face, it was uncanny. Her expression was a bizarre mix held back malice and exaggerated smugness, almost like she didn't know how to express emotions properly.
"Ah am, very confuhsed right now..."
"Muh-ha-ha. You silly..." The teenager laughed and slapped her friend in the face a couple of times for no particular reason.
"...Ah ahlways thought being kidnapped would be ah fun, thrilling experience. But this- this is just weird. With ah lot of pahinful face slapping. Ah wanna go home..."
"Hmph! Fool!" Magica suddenly slapped Webby sharply on the back of her head, knocking her down to the floor of the well lit room they're were in.
"-AAHH!"
"This IS, YOUR home. Your NEW home by the way, for all eternity! What do you think about that?" The sorceress kicked the heavily bruised duckling on the floor, watching tears begin to gather in her eyes.
"...Well, this may be mah home. But that THING, is not my Lena." Webby's voice was shaky and tired, as her will to continue living was quickly fading away.
"What? Of course she is." Magica spoke as she continued to nonsalantly assault the tightly bound duckling beneath her.
"Lena dear, could you please confirm for the little fool here, that you are indeed, the one and only, Lena De Spell?"
"...Yeah, heh-heh-heh. I can confirm what my Aunt Magica just said. I AM indeed, the one and only, Lena De Spell." Lena spoke with a subtle smirk on her face.
"N-No. You're- You're jahust trying to trick me." Webby stuttered as she struggled to speak.
"Ah know Lena better thhaan you ever could. She would never- would never..."
"What? Betray you? Use you? Pull your strings to forward my grim plans of vengeance?" Magica asked as she lifted her captive up by the tail of her outfit.
"No... That's- That's naht the real Lena. Violet... She- She trahied-"
"-living shahdows, can't be braahinwashed or hypnotized. They're mahde of maahgic..."
"That's- That's why you haahd to manipulate her. And- And-"
"-Don't you get it?" The sorceress jerked the duckling right up to her face.
"Lena was NEVER your fr-iend. Just a cleverly disguised, shadowy actress. A spy so to speak..."
"How does it feel to be betrayed, FOOL?! To have your trust broken and SMA-SHED apart?! HUH?! Grow up and face the FACTS! You were made a STUPID, IDIOTIC, LITTLE FOOL! And THAT, IS, LENA!"
"...No, you're- you're contrahhdicting yourself. You're nothing but a liar- AAAHH!" Webby was quickly interrupted as Magica slapped her across her black eye.
"Hasn't the past few days with me taught you ANYTHING?" The sorceress slapped her in the face again.
"I'm in CHARGE here! You have no rights, no respect, and no freedom..."
"...So go ahead fool, try me. Call me a liar again. I dare you." Magica said as she held back an open, bony palm, ready to strike her captive again in the face.
"I- I..." Webby stuttered in fear and slowly let her head drop in defeat. Every slap across her sensitive face now stung like a hornet's stinger, as discolored bruised spots where scattered all over her face and body.
"Mmmmm... Well that's a start. But I still don't think you're being ONE-hundred percent honest with me..."
"You still don't believe that's the real Lena, do you? Which means you're passively calling me a LIAR!" Magica threw both of her arms around the duckling's neck and held her off the floor, choking her in the process.
"Now I COULD slap you again for that. You being the dishonest, disobedient little fool you truly are... But-"
"-Just hold a sec Magica." Lena casually interrupted her aunt and walked up to her.
"There's only one surefire way to see exactly how Webby here sees me. But before we start, let's hear it from her mouth one more time..."
"...Well pink? Speak up. Am I real, or am I a fake?" The teenager smirked as she crouched down close to Webby's face.
"Get- Get ahway from me you... IMPAHSTER." Webby attempted to kick the Lena away from her.
"Lennah is my BEST FRIEND! Ah KNOW HER! You're- You're just a sham! An unconvincing, but beauhtiful SHAM!"
"...Heh-heh. Thanks for the compliment. I appreciate it, really. But I have to agree with my Aunt Magica here. I still don't think you're being one-hundred percent honest."
"You might just be in denial, or you could be just slipping. But I think-"
"-I'm- I'm naaut in DENIAL!" Webby suddenly blurted out in frustration and pain.
"YOU'RE BOTH LIAHRS! YOU CAHN'T FOOL ME!" She struggled about in Magica's tight grasp, her feet now touching the floor.
"...Really? Prove it then." Lena almost instantly pulled a familiar diamond dagger out of nowhere and skillfully flung it into air, letting it stab through the the floor and only barely missing Webby's feet.
"Stab me..." She smiled.
"...what?" The young duckling and Magica spoke in unison and looked forward together with growing anxiety.
"So, you're one-hundred percent sure I'm not your Lena, right?"
"...Wellllll-"
"-Okay then..." The shadowy teenager calmly snapped her fingers with a smirk, instantly uniting the overtightened ropes around Webby's wrists, much to her relief.
"Hey, that's cool. Where did you learn to-" The duckling stopped gently rubbing her sore wrists and froze as her friend pulled up her striped sweater and shirt. It genuinely disturbed her how much she liked it.
"Stab me right through the chest..."
'...Uhhh-" Webby stalled, her face turning a bright shade of red.
"Prove to me there's not a single piece of doubt left in your mind a run me through... I won't dodge. Heh-heh-heh. I promise." The teenager smiled darkly as she stood still only ten feet away.
"L-Lena? What are you doin-"
"-Aunt Magica, please. This is just between me and Webby." The sorceress was quickly interrupted by her niece.
"You trust me, right?" She gave Magica an intense, threatening look.
"Of- Of course. Lena, DEAR." The sorceress answered with an obvious lack of trust and confusion in her voice.
"Good..."
"Go ahead pink. The real Lena would never tell her Webby to stab her, right?"
"...Y-Y-Yes." The duckling stuttered as her mind raced in a circle at high speeds.
"Well, then I must be a fake right? Pick up the dagger and kill me already..." Lena's smile grew wider as she watched Webby slowly pick up the shiny weapon at her feet and looked it over, eventually noticing two familiar sleeping figures in the dark corner of the room.
"Wait... Whhat ahre they doing here?"
"HUH?" Magica rapidly slammed her first against the wooden door to the room, waking up both Doofus Drake and Jim Starling asleep at a table.
"Wha- Huh? WHAA?!" The masked duck sat up in confusion and glanced around the room.
"...Wait." He pulled out an assortment of random sharp weapons and held them all up.
"Who gave the kid a knife?! Little kids and knives definitely don't mix! I know from personal experience..."
"Relax dark. She's not going to kill any of us... Excluding me of course."
"...Oh."
"Well this should be fun!" Jim put his weapons away and sat back down in his chair with a smile.
"But- But ah-"
"-Hey. You're not chickening out already are you?" Lena interrupted her young friend.
"That's- What's the word? Really disappointing, Englabeth..."
...
"...No. You- You-" Webby's breathing stopped as her hands shook and trembled, nothing made sense with this Lena. Everything about her was perfect, except for her attitude. It looked like her. It spoke like her, It smelled like her. And it knew things only the real Lena should seemingly know. The only visible flaw with her though was the way she acted.
The Lena Webby knew was an understanding, kind, but moody teen rebel. And she still loved her despite her shortcomings. But this Lena was just a cold, perverse, soulless knock off of her best friend. A true sham.
"L-Lenahh..." The duckling let the dagger drop to the floor and held her head in her hands. Falling to her knees, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the terrible headache she was experiencing.
"Well pink? I can't stand here all night. Just stab me and get it over with. Unless, you were lying earlier, and actually believe I'm the real deal..." Lena's wicked smile grew wider.
"I- Ahh..." Webby frowned and slowly stood up with the dagger in her hands. Without saying a single word, she turned towards Jim Starling in his chair and held her weapon upwards.
"...You." She spoke as she began breathing heavily with tears in her eyes.
"YOU!"
"-If someone doesn't stop you now, ah bunch ahf innocent people could get HUhhuRT."
"Blow up hospitahls? Run people ahover?"
"...HAhh! Well ah won't let you, Jim Starhling! NnnnnaahhAAAAHHH!" Webby shouted at the top of her lungs and began running towards the masked duck with all her strength to stab him dead.
"Waaahh-AHHH!?" The actor tried to shield himself with his hands in fear as the duckling approached him with murder in her eyes.
"HYAAAH!" Webby tightly shut her eyes and brought down the diamond dagger, resulting with a loud, feminine groan from in front of her.
...
"Le- Lenaah?" The duckling slowly cracked open her eyes to see that she had somehow stabbed her best friend Lena, as the shiny diamond dagger had been buried deep into her right shoulder.
"Heh-heh-heh... Well, you missed by juuuuust that much." The teenager chuckled to herself as she clutched her bleeding wound, straining her feathered hand with her black, shadowy blood.
"But hey... At least you proved your point..." Webby, Magica, and Jim all watched silently in shock as Lena smeared the blood across her unnaturally calm face and licked her fingers off with a smirk.
"I'm sorry, want some?"
"...Who- Whoever you ahre, pleahse. Just tell me the truhth. Please, a'm- not sure. Who- Who-"
"-Who am I?" Webby was interrupted by the still bleeding teenager, as the dagger was still stuck deep in her shoulder.
"Heh-heh. Muh-ha-ha..."
"Okay. All-ow me to show you..." The shadow teenager bent down into a curtsy and snapped her fingers above her head, slowly melting her flesh and blood into a pitch black puddle on the floor, only leaving behind her shoes, clothes, and the blood soaked dagger.
"Surprise surprise, I'm not the real Lena." An unfamiliar feminine voice spoke loudly from all corners of the room.
"Well... Ahf- Ahf course you aren't!" Webby spoke aloud as a wave of relief shot throughout her body.
"HEY! This wasn't part of the PLAN!" Magica ran up in anger and began clawing desperately at the black puddle on the floor in search of her ally.
"Admit it. You actually thought you had stabbed your precious little girlfriend for a bit..." Webby was suddenly lifted off the floor by an unseen magical force.
"Hey! Lena isn't mah girlfriehnd!" She spoke as she struggled and fought about in the air.
"She's just a friend. Who also happens to be ah girl."
"...Anhd is also beautiful."
"And that ah canh't stop thinking about..."
"...And that ah want to forcefully squeeze and cuhddle."
"And that ah wish would kidnap me and keep me in her closet..."
"And that I want to wear her clothes, tie up in mah bed along with myself and sleep with her... Who also isn't mah girlfriehnd!" The duckling yelled upwards at no-one visible in particular.
"...This- This is the same sweet, innocent little girl that tried to KILL ME?!" Jim Starling asked, surprisingly still in shock for an insane person.
"But, but you-"
"-Saved your life? Yes, you're welcome. You don't have to thank me for it, really." The cold, ghostly voice spoke directly to the actor.
"WAIT! You're- You're Celia Facilier arhen't you..." Webby guessed aloud, lifting her hand and pointer finger upwards.
"No, WAIT! Tha Shadowess of Samaria! No, WAIT! Th-"
"-Muh-ha-ha." The voice interrupted with a soft chuckle.
"I'm sorry. Two guesses is all you get..." Webby was gently sat back down on the floor as a dark shadow figure in the shape of an anthromorphic pig emerged from underneath her. Lifting the confused duckling by the hand to her feet, the shadow gave her a friendly smile and shook her hand.
"Name's Circe young heroine, Goddess of magic. Beloved mother of Telegonus, and daughter of Helios and Perse. Sure you've heard of me. Hi, how ya doin'?"
...
"...CIRCE?!" Both Webby and the real Lena back at McDuck Manor exclaimed loudly in surprise. Webby in unmatched fangirl joy, and Lena in dread.
"Ahf COURSE ah've heard about YOU!" The young duckling continued to shake the shadow's hand, ignoring all the pain she was experiencing.
"Thah legends, the epics, tha contrived plot devices. Ah'im your BIGGEST FAN!"
"...Hey! You can't be her biggest fan, I'm her biggest fan!" Magica suddenly pulled the excitedly kicking Webby backwards and held her in the air.
"Circe is my IDOL! My LIFE! I'm her last living disciple! Me! MAGICA-"
"-WAIT!" The duckling stop kicking and struggling as she fell into realization.
"...Ah was kissed by ah goddess?" She turned to the sorceress holding her closely.
"And I repeat. Ah was KISSED, by ah GODDESS?! Not to mention licked and love nibbled by one too..."
"Well, guess ah can cross that off mah bucket list! Heh-heh-ha!"
"...Sorry to disappoint you my young follower, but I'm afraid you won't be remembering this, precious moment between us." Circe instantly teleported Webby back into her grasp and felt over the weight attached to her tongue.
"Whhat?"
"You have to understand Webbigailie. Surprisingly, unlike that lowly witch over there, I really don't have anything against you, or your Uncle Scrooge or anything-"
"LOW-LY WITCH!?" Magica pulled out her wand and began to march forward.
"I'm freaking Magica De Spell! The Sorceress of the Shadows! The Shadow Queen! The Dark Shadow Lying in Wait! The Last Disciple of-"
"-The Downfall of the McDucks! Maybe YOU'VE HEARD OF ME?!"
"-I don't have the time and energy to hold pointless grudges against mere mortals..." Circe and Webby watched as Magica lifted her wand to cast a spell at them.
"...I just effortlessly-" Snap!
The goddess snapped her shadowy fingers together, instantly reducing the skeleton sorceress into ashes on the floor with a scream.
"-wipe them out..."
"...WHOA! What ah twist!" Webby wiggled out onto the floor and began throwing her enemy's ashes triumphantly in the air.
"Lenaah didn't betray me, you betrayed Maghica! Thank you great Circe! Ah promise you, for the rest of mah life, ah will-"
"-Wait, whaat we're you saying about me not remembering agahin?" She asked.
"...Excuse me. Circe?"
"My name is... Lena."
"Huh-"
The goddess took a step back and snapped her fingers, surrounding Webby in a bright, blinding light.
...
The memories were slowly returning to her. They burned into her mind, leaving recurring images of betrayal and blood in her soul.
The shadow teen who she thought was her best friend had broken her trust. Betrayed her.
It... It was just an accident. She could never bring herself to do it. But it still happened, she had stabbed her best friend right in the shoulder.
She... She didn't mean it.
She didn't.
"-NO! W-W-WAIT! That couldn't have been her! It- It's impossible!"
"NO! NO! NO-"
The groan she heard after she closed her eyes was unmistakable. It was her, and only her.
When she had opened her eyes, she couldn't take her gaze away from the horror scene in front of her. Her blood had already soaked through her sweater and onto her hand.
"-NOOO!" I- I DIDN'T DO IT! LENA IS MY FRIEND! SHE-"
Stop fighting it. Your will is mine and only mine. Just relax, everything will be fine.
"-LENA!"
"I'm- I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."
Hush now. You cannot resist my spells and grim devising. For the goddess of magic is rising.
"NOOO! I- I-"
HOCUS, JOKUS!
In an instant, Lena felt her best friend's heart shatter to pieces.