A/N: So, you remember the time I said of all the chapters I'm going to write, chapter 11 is probably the one where Magica treats Webby the worst?
Lord forgive me...
therealjordan23: Thanks! You're welcome! And uh, you can stop calling me kid now, kid. I'm like 3 years older than you. Oh and congratulations! You now have the most reviewed DuckTales fic on the site! That's quite an impressive accomplishment, you should feel very proud...
Webbigail: It's okay really. Not realizing something was just an April Fool's joke? An honest mistake. And again, I don't mind your writing advice, suggestions, and long reviews. They don't annoy me the least little bit. Keep them up! Not accepting constructive criticism as a writer could possibly be the dumbest thing I could ever do in my amateur writing career.
Lena thought she had come up with a one-hundred percent foolproof plan.
After being restored back to her original feathered physical form by her new adopted sister Violet Sabrewing, she quickly remembered the time her Aunt Magica had forced her to magically spy on her life-long greatest enemy, Scrooge McDuck. Directly through his own eyes no less.
'Scout Interceding'. It was both a simple, but most delightfully overcomplicated spell her Aunt Magica had told her. While holding your target's most prized possession in your hands, and having a powerful enough source of magic at your disposal, any able-minded person could easily focus hard enough to pull it off. And the sorceress knew even a simple-minded little shadow familiar like Lena could get it to work with no problems.
Although she knew that the spell would also bring any pain she could possibly be experiencing onto herself, and that Magica herself had told her in a dream that she had already hurt her best friend, Lena was still willing to take the risk to spy through Webby's eyes and hopefully discover where her aunt had taken her unwilling captive.
To Lena's surprise, it turned out she was both her own source of magic, and her best friend's most prized possession at the same time. Simply by hugging herself, she had accidently activated the spell, just in time to share all of Webby's pain and discomfort, shortly before her Aunt Magica had decided to stop relentlessly tormenting her young prisoner. The last thing the sorceress wanted to do at the time was to actually kill the duckling, and even she knew when to ease up on her.
Yet, even after Magica had stopped her torturous assault against Webby, Lena continued to let herself suffer along with her best friend, in hopes that her aunt would eventually let it slip on their location.
Lena felt it all. The once harsh temperatures in the walk-in freezer, the now cliche but still painful face slapping, the kicking, the punching, the choking, the shocks, the sensation of knives cutting at her feet, the weight attached to her tongue, the awkward fondling, the hunger pangs and thirst, the unbearable insomnia, everything, as Magica continued to prolong the most enjoyable experience of her life.
But the thing that got the teenager's most attention was the appearance of herself among Magica's cohorts in crime. A frightfully calm, devious, somehow even more sarcastic design of what her aunt had given her fifteen years ago.
Lena felt it deep in her soul, even through her best friend's frail, significantly regressed body. She could feel the power and influence coming from within the dark, shadowy teen.
She wasn't just another mindless shadow given sentience and a physical living body by the vengefull sorceress, she was more than that, as she herself had already confirmed for Webby against Magica's wishes.
Having stolen Lena's original body and taken it for her own use, the spirit summoned back to the world of the living by Magica De Spell, was none other than the fallen goddess of magic herself. Circe.
It all had happened so fast after that. At first, it actually seemed that Circe wasn't going to go along with Magica's betrayal set up, as with only a simple snap of her fingers, she had reduced the skeleton sorceress to ash, banishing her shadowy soul from reality in the process.
But no. Webby had seen through Magica's and Circe's scheme, and quickly realized that the teenager standing tall in front of her couldn't possibly be her Lena. At least, that's what she had thought so at first.
It was Lena's body, Lena's brain, and Lena's memories, all in control of a restless, ancient Greek goddess. And only a casual utterance of a single fake identity was enough to put doubt in Webby's mind that her best friend's close relationship with her, had been nothing more than an act of cruel manipulation.
"Hey. You're not chickening out already are you? That's- What's the word? Really disappointing, Englabeth..." Lena's all too familiar voice echoed throughout her young friend's mind.
She challenged. No, dared the duckling to accept that her and Lena's friendship was fake by giving her a chance to stab her right through the chest, possibly letting her prove otherwise that their past interactions were genuine and that the goddess was just a sham.
But Webby couldn't do it. Her poor mental health and now childish judgment couldn't decide between Real Lena, and Fake Lena. Even if she was just a big faker, the duckling still loved her enough not to take her life in such a violent, gory fashion. Just as her friend Violet had told her earlier, living shadows can't be hypnotized or brainwashed, and Webby couldn't take that risk.
Lifting the vesuvian dagger in her small, shaking hands, the duckling aimed her weapon towards Magica De Spell's masked partner, Jim Starling.
The old duck had said so himself, he planned on committing several mass terroristic crimes against Duckburg and it's citizens in order to draw out Drake Mallard and skin him alive on live television. A fitting end to that hack, goody-two-shoes actor he thought.
Not wanting to harm her best friend in any way, even if she had betrayed her trust, Webby gripped the diamond dagger tightly in her hands and dashed towards Jim Starling sitting in a chair, hoping to quickly stab him dead.
The duckling knew very well it was murder, and that she could possibly one day go to prison for it, but she still didn't care. Quickly ending the life of a person threatening to kill possibly hundreds of innocent people was worth the punishment.
It was, the right thing to do. Right?
But somehow, the dagger missed. As right before Webby began to swiftly bring down her sharpened weapon, Circe in Lena's body quickly teleported in the way, taking the metaphorical bullet that was instead meant for the now deranged actor.
"Heh-heh-heh... Well, you missed by juuuuust that much."
"But hey... At least you proved your point..." The shadowy teenager spoke as she licked her own blood off her fingertips.
Except, that's not way Webby remembered it.
Those final memories had been wiped clean from her mind as Circe cast her magic into the duckling's fragile memory banks, replacing them with much more grisly memories of violence and blood.
Instead of simply burying the sharpened dagger into her best friend's shoulder, the blade had stabbed through her right eye and down the teen's face, leaving a deep, bloody cut that stained her white feathers pure red. With an agonizing cry, Lena fell to her friend's feet and sobbed uncontrollably.
It was all true. Lena had faked her entire relationship with Webby just to mess with her, and it was all part of her Aunt Magica's plan of grim vengeance.
With a shrill cry of her own, the young duckling screamed and dropped the bloody dagger to the floor, begging desperately for her friend to forgive her. It was, it was just part of Lena's personality. She was a born liar, a manipulator, and a troll.
Lena had made a fool of her, but Webby still loved her, with all her heart.
...
"Careful now, she's danger-oouus." Magica spoke mockingly as she and Jim Starling began dragging the sobbing and blubbering young duckling away from her motionless victim on the floor.
"LENAAAAAHHH!"
"I'm- I'm SORR- Uuuuhhh!" Webby was quickly cut off as the now reconstructed skeleton sorceress pulled on the collar around her neck. As far as she knew, everything was going according to her master plan.
"I DIDN'T MEAN TOO- Hrrkk!" The duckling was choked as she was lifted up in the air by her collar.
"We'll have to restrain her again. She's likely to hurt herself like this..." Magica said as she continued to strangle her young captive half to death.
"...I know!"
The sorceress lifted up her hand and snapped her fingers together, instantly summoning a suspiciously small white garment with straps all over it and unusually long sleeves.
"Created waaaay back in the late eighteenth century, mentally ill patients and little fools like Webby here were strapped in these to keep them from seriously harming themselves and others."
"...Aaannnnnd I think it's fair to say that she counts for both of those."
"ISN'T THST RIGHT? WEBBY?" Magica mocked as she held her captive only inches away from her empty, skeleton face.
"Here, let me help you take that itchy ol' costume off you now..."
Gently sitting the duckling back on her feet, the sorceress threw aside the pet cone and dog ears that were strapped to her head and began slowly pulling her up and out of her furry contume. At this point, Webby didn't care anymore, as she didn't even react to being fully exposed in the air.
"Well, you impress me again Webby..." Magica stuck her dry skeleton hand down to the bottom of the leotard and felt it over.
"Not a single drop. You must have a bladder of steel..."
"Say Webby! You know why they call it a... strait-jacket?" Magica asked as she fitted the white garment around the duckling's upper body, almost immediately changing the subject.
"...You know. Because you're not- straight- Uh. Well! There was a good joke in there somewhere!" The sorceress said as she finished tying the long sleeves together off on the jacket and slapped Webby hard on the back.
"Now, we're almost done. There! Tell me, how does it feel? Snug enough for you, FOOL?" Magica asked with a sick smile as she raised the duckling's head up by her chin.
...
"Still not snug enough? Okay then, I can fix that..."
Hardly being able to contain her childish, sadistic excitement, the sorceress quickly grabbed the final loose strap hanging from the front of the straitjacket and pulled it right between Webby's legs.
"Say, uh. Shouldn't she being wearing pants with this or something?" Jim Starling questioned as Doofus continued to stare at them calmly.
"...Yes." The sorceress simply answered.
"I deeply apologize for this Webby, but this is for your own good..."
With a sudden painful tug, Magica tied the strap to the back of the straitjacket, way over-tightening it and finally getting a reaction of pain out of the duckling.
"Uuuuggh!"
"MAGICA! PLEASE TAKE LENA TO THE HOSPITAL! Webby had somehow gotten the hang of speaking clearly again, dispite the heavy weight still being attached to her tongue.
"She- She doesn't deserve to die. Not like this..."
"Not like-"
"It's all your own fault FOOL!" Magica sharply slapped Webby across the back of her head.
"This never would have happened if you hadn't had been so ignorant and just accepted the TRUTH!"
"...You don't know Lena very well at all. Do you?"
...
"No. I- I don't..." The duckling continued to weep silently as she tried to fall to her knees, only to be yanked back to her feet from her collar.
"Uuggh- Ughh-"
"What is it Webby? Can't breathe? What a shame..." The sorceress could barely hold back her laughter as she watched her young enemy cry and kick about weakly.
"Hey, don't feel TOO bad Webby. I have always had the strong urge to stab directly into people's eye sockets too."
"You and me. We're not that different you see..."
Grabbing a handful of the duckling's head feathers, Magica let go of the collar and gently swung her captive back and forth.
"I'm nothing like YOU!" Webby closed her eyes and cried softly, getting herself smacked hard twice across the rear.
"There you go again. Poor, FOOLISH little Webbigail. Just as ignorant as ever..."
"Heh-heh. Chubby little crybaby."
"...Chubby? How can I be chubby?!" The duckling suddenly perked up in anger and began fighting against her straitjacket and the tight strap between her legs.
"I avoid junk food! Except chocolate... I eat my vegetables! I do my morning stretches! I HAVEN'T HAD ANYTHING TO EAT IN DAYS! I'M STARVING HERE!"
"AAHHH!" The sorceress pulled back on the weight hanging out of her captive's mouth.
"And who's fault is that? Huh?" Magica asked as she let go of Webby's head feathers, casually holding her off the floor by her tongue again.
"Well, besides that round purple nanny of your's for obviously spoiling you. That's why you're a little PLUMP around the edges..."
"Little crybaby fat. HA!" The sorceress laughed and dropped Webby onto the floor.
"Facetious fat shamer..." Webby muttered.
"...Wait, LENA!"
The duckling somehow kicked herself to her feet to try and run up to her still bleeding friend on the floor, only to be stopped by her collar tightening around her neck.
"Why do you even bother?"
"Have you forgotten already? Hmph. Not surprising really..." Magica slowly pulled Webby backwards and laid her flat on her back in her lap.
"Magica, please... Don't let-" The duckling was cut off by a painful slap to the face.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! It's MaaaahSTER MAGICA! You'll refer to me as that, and only that..."
"Oh, and maybe sometimes, The Forewoman of Fools. Heh, whichever you prefer..."
Webby sighed and closed her eyes.
"...Master Magica, Forewoman of Fools-"
SLAP!
"-AHHH!"
"Master Magica, THE Forewoman of Fools! Say it..." The sorceress held up a threatening open palm.
"...Master Magica, The Forewoman of Fools-"
SLAP!
"-AHHH! CUT IT OUT!"
SLAP! Magica slapped her even harder.
"Say PLEEEEEEEASE! Or else I'll be forced to get the switch..." The sorceress quickly flipped Webby onto her stomach.
"Please, Master Magica, The Forewoman of Fools. I swear, I'll do anything you want. I surrender. Just please don't let Lena die..." Webby's tone was now completely genuine.
"...Hmph." The sorceress smacked her for no reason whatsoever.
"Foolish fool! You would really give yourself up to me, just to save the life of a disgusting little shadow creature that betrayed your trust? And not just any disgusting little shadow creature, but my VERY own disgusting little SHADOW?"
"...That is, very foolishly selfless of you Webby."
"It's not just for me..." The duckling began.
"Lena has a family now. Violet, Indy and Ty, they- they all love her. They've got to be worried sick about her."
"...What's it with you fools and actually giving love and affection to a-"
"-SHADOW, of all things?!"
"It's just... pa-thetic." Magica scoffed down at her young captive and re-tightened her painful restraints.
"But you DID swear that you'd do ANYTHING I want..."
"So okay. I'll spare her life..." The sorceress calmly snapped her fingers together, instantly teleporting the unconscious teenager away in a red cloud of smoke.
"She has now arrived at the local veterinarian's office. I'm sure they'll get her fixed and patched up noooo problem!"
"After all, whoever died by getting stabbed in the eye? Am I right?"
"...Thank you. Master Magica." Webby pretended not to sound offended, even though she was thankful that Lena would be alright now.
"Good girl!" Magica gently patted the duckling's soft, feathered head.
...
"Soooo... Uh. What now?" Jim Starling asked as he walked up to pat Webby too, only to have his hand sharply slapped away at the last second.
"Ah- Ah- Ah!" The sorceress pulled her captive into a tight, constricting hug.
"She's all MINE now. And you can't have her! You may borrow her, and you may look at her, but you can't have her!"
"Oh, okay. May I borrow her for a while for, particularly, child traumatizing reasons?" The masked duck began rubbing his hands together with a smile.
"NO! Well, maybe. We'll see Jim darling..."
"...Okay! Magica sat the very depressed looking Webby upwards on her lap and forced her to make close eye contact.
"For starters, how about saying, Master Magica, I love you?"
"...Master Magica, I, l-love y-you." The duckling truly hated herself for saying that out loud.
"GOOD!"
"Okay. How about saying, I am mental, pompous, a marshmallow coward, and a dumb little whore face that ate her own poopy eggshells?"
"...Seriously?" The duckling frowned.
SLAP!
"Say IT!" The sorceress held her bony hand up, ready to snap.
"Or else Lena-"
"I AM MENTAL, POMPOUS, A MARSHMALLOW COWARD, AND A DUMB LITTLE WHORE FACE THAT ATE HER OWN POOPY EGGSHELLS!" Webby cried loudly.
...
"...See? That wasn't so bad, was it now?" Magica managed to hold back her laughter and gently stroked Webby's mildly exasperated face.
"N-No..."
"...Eww."
"Okay. How about violently ravaging and murdering every last member of Scrooge McDuck's foolish family while the old soggy sack of feathers helplessly watches and then leaving them to die gruesome lonely deaths in their own pools of blood?"
"...Wait, WHHHAAAAA-" Webby shouted at the top of her lungs with her tongue hanging out, only to be promptly silenced as the sorceress clamped her bill shut, crushing her tongue.
"-Hey, we've all got the power in our hands to KILL child! But most little ones like yourself are unfortunately too afraid to use it. The ones who aren't afraid, well, they're just ahead of the game..."
"...I, I can't-" SLAP!
"Listen up you FOOL! You swore on your STUPID fake friend's life that you'd do anything I wanted. And I'm holding you to that... No matter what."
"But- But-" SLAP!
"SHUT UP, YOU IMPUDENT BRAT!"
"The only butt around here is the dirty little feathered one I'm going to go medieval on unless you do WHAT, YOU'RE, TOLD!"
"I... I..." The duckling closed her eyes and began to quietly cry to herself again.
"...I understand Webby. Once a fool, always a fool I see. So be it." Magica glared silently in anger as Webby continued to weep softly to herself.
SLAP!
"Save your tears child! I'll reap your sorrow slowly. Making you tremble from the mere sight of my HANDS!"
"...Oh, and by the way."
"There is another little child in your belly... I just saw it crawl across the floor and climb up into you. Just thought I should warn you..."
"Whaa-" Webby was quickly interrupted as the sorceress shoved her onto the floor, and then lifted her up in her air with her magic.
"So. You like playing with cute little beanie baggies don't you fool?"
"Well, today is your LUCKY day! As you finally have the chance to BE one yourself! Isn't that just GREAT?"
With a loud familiar cackle, Magica violently threw Webby face first against the high ceiling, smashing apart the expensive glass light fixture that once hung above them.
"AH-HA-HA-HA! YES!"
"Feel my WRAA-ATH!" The sorceress swung the young duckling across the room and threw her against the wooden door.
"Ouch! That's gonna hurt in the morning! Oh wait, it's already morning! NEVER-MIIINND! AH-HA-HA!"
"But wait! There's more..." With a wide, wicked smirk spread across her face, Magica waved her wand about aimlessly, smacking Webby all around the room at high speeds, finishing off by repeatedly slamming her hard against the floor.
"I'm tough, ambitious, and I know EXACTLY what I WANT! If that makes me a witch, okay. OKAY?!" She swung down her wand for the final time, slamming the motionless duckling stomach down onto the floor.
"...Speak up FOOL! What do you have to say for yourself NOW?!" The sorceress walked up smugly and grabbed Webby by her now loose arm, taking notice of it's poor condition.
"Well this is broken..." She let the duckling's wrist fall limply to the floor.
"...Oh, she's out cold."
Still not feeling a single bit of sympathy or compassion for her young victim, Magica angrily kicked Webby onto her back.
"GET UP SLAVE! If think being unconscious will make me give you mercy! Then you're DEAD wron- Ooooh!" The sorceress paused, realizing how severely bruised and scratched the duckling's face was. Dispite this, both Jim Starling and Doofus remained calm and unalarmed.
"Aww. She looks so sad and pitiful like this, how cute..." The masked duck's long, toothy smile continued to spread across his face.
"...J-J-Just k-k-kill me already you c-c-cowards!" Webby stuttered, only able to open her left eye now.
"I-I-I I don't even deserve to liv-"
"...I TOLD you already! GET, UP!" Magica jerked the injured duckling to her feet and held her upwards.
"Master Magica. I don't feel so goo- Hhrk!"
"Well, DUHHHHHHH!" Magica mocked as she griped Webby's neck tightly in her hands.
"Now, if you don't mind. I have an important, SURPRISE visit that needs to be attended to. And surprisingly, the quickest route is straight through a little feathered fool like you..."
"Now. If you please-" The sorceress patted Webby's bill and smirked.
"-OPEN, UP."
Quickly obeying her master's orders, the duckling tightly shut her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as she could.
"Wider."
"Wider."
"WIDER."
"C'MON!"
SLAP!
As soon as Webby had opened her eye and complained, she was struck across the side of her face the hardest slap Magica had pulled off yet, causing the duckling to squeak softly into submission.
"Hold still. There, PERFECT! Good girl..."
Slowly lifting her hand above her head and snapping her fingers together, the undead sorceress transformed her skeleton form into a grey, stone statue of her own image.
Tearing her familiar shadowy soul free into the air, Magica quickly swooped down towards Webby below her and gripped her tightly, her burning red eyes blazing brightly with excitement.
Forcing the duckling's heavily injured right eye open, the sorceress dug her hands deep into Webby's eye sockets, while also shoving the rest of her shadow form down her throat. Not surprisingly, she began fighting and struggling in a panic when she realized what was going on.
"Jim! Doofus! Hold her still..." Magica echoed loudly from inside the duckling, half of her still sticking outside of her mouth.
"...DOO- DOO-" Lena was interrupted as she felt her body began to shake and then stiffin up.
"Doo-"
"Eh! Do WHAT?! What's happening now!?" Scrooge McDuck in Louie's body frantically grabbed a hold of the teenager's sweater to try and get her attention.
"I'm not done with you yet. You still have to learn the true, golden value of... GRIM, discipline..." The shadowy sorceress finished as she split herself apart and disappeared down into the young duckling's eyes and throat.
"Lena? LENA?! PLEASE, WEBBY! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" Dewey in Launchpad's body lifted his friend out of his uncle's chair and screamed into her ear.
...
"...Run." Lena whispered.
"Run!"
"RUN!"
"RUUUUU-AAAUUHHHHH-!" In a instant, Lena's head was violently thrown backwards as Magica quickly emerged out of her eyes and mouth with a laugh, leaving the teen hanging motionlessly off the floor underneath her aunt's shadowy form.
Blinking slowly, the sorceress floated silently above her niece, as her long dark shadow coils were still attached from inside Lena's body. The Scout Interceding had finally been dispelled.
"Top of the morning to you all... pesky brats..."