...
"Wait, you've met him?! Oh wait, of course you did." Webby lightly chuckled at herself.
"Uncle Scrooge has like, literally been everywhere and done everything. Name a place, and he's been there, shaped history. Isn't he, just the coolest?" She asked with a wide cheery smile, waiting from a response from her calmly indifferent idol.
"...Ithaquack." The Goddess of Magic slowly walked away from Webby on the floor, refusing to look her directly in the face.
"The first time our fates crossed, it was centuries ago. The lost Grecian Dark Ages, 1100 BC, Ithaquack. I assumed he was a powerful sorcerer, or possibly a rebellious demigod of sorts. Because he and his family had come from the future, to take my rightful place, on the high throne of Ithaquack..."
"Wait, are you monologuing now? YES! Can I take notes?! And also, can I touch your tail?!" Completely ignoring the overly-excited Webby's questions, Circe continued.
"...Young King Homer, he didn't have the experience. He was a coward, called me and my magic evil. He was clearly unworthy. And Queen Ariel, she was too kind for her own good."
"So I arranged to send him to a distant time, where he'd fit right in with the cowardly mortals of the future, while I kept his 'Arie' safe with me." The Goddess paused to call a furry black cat over to her, gently picking it up and petting it softly.
"Always putting each other down, just to build themselves up. And if he was man enough to survive, I'd bring him back, give him his chance to apologize. To crawl, weep, and grovel at my feet. Because it takes a true man, or woman, to admit when they're wrong..."
"Is it not your mortal tragedy that men must be beaten like donkeys before they will listen to reason?" Circe paused as Webby struggled to sit up in a comfortable upright position, which was obviously much harder for her to do without legs and feet to stand on.
"...But my spell was disrupted, reversed, through time itself, by a future bearer of endless bad luck and grave misfortunes. An angry, temperamental duck in a sailor's suit and cap, spoke in such a complex, cryptic language of the gods, even I couldn't understand him."
Without turning around, Circe lifted up her right hand and snapped her fingers together, instantly swapping Webby's clothes into a miniature version of an old blue outfit and hat, her golden ring from Doofus Drake was still left fastened tightly around her wrist.
"Donald..." The little merduck held herself up with her arms as she started to look slightly concerned.
"And another duck. A zealous, determined, heedless young woman, with a heavy emphasis on hating, fish." Circe snapped her fingers again, swapping Webby's clothes into a miniature pilot outfit, getting her pink merduck tail tangled up in her pants.
"Della..." She slowly lifted the flight goggles off her eyes, trying her best to figure out where exactly Circe was going with this.
"And, your Uncle Scrooge. Time is, just an unfamiliar, mortal construct to me. But I still forgot what his face looked like. I don't think he remembered me either. But I could never forget his three, distinct, symbols..."
"Wait, symbols?" Webby tilted her head curiously.
"...Top hat, cane, and what you mortals call, glasses." Circe instantly snapped a black top hat with a pink bow on it and a pair of glasses onto Webby, not forgetting to snap a short cane in her hands and replace her ragged brown pilot apparel with a familiar red coat.
"I didn't hold it against him though. Even though he ruined everything, senselessly struck me down, banished me to the depths of Tartarus."
Webby's tired eyes widened in shock as she heard this. "He, never told me about this..."
"And then, I was called back to the mortal world above, by the unfathomable power, SHE, wielded." The goddess stopped to take a deep breath. "A petty, mean-spirited, not so delicate, vengeful old sorceress..."
"Wait... What sorceress? Are you talking about Magica? Magica De S-"
"-Yes, THAT, woman." Circe quickly and coldy interrupted, still without looking back.
"Century old grudges, revenge plots, it's all just a fool's game. But I still played along, used my, unique powers, against her enemies. Displacing them in their own pitiable husks of bodies, watching them squirm, and turning you into your current, aquatic, shape."
The goddess managed to hold back an almost psychotic snorting chuckle, barely letting her young guest get a side view glimpse of her cold, smooth skinned face. "It, amused me, to say the least..."
"Wait, wait wait WHAT?! WHAT?! Hold it, HOLD IT! Her shadow was YOU?! YOU WORKED WITH MAGICA?!" Webby rolled over onto her side and laid her head on the floor, now looking visibly disheartened.
"My- My hero..." She whispered softly to herself.
...
"I'm not sure why you're so surprised. That campy witch uttered my name several times in your presence all those years ago." Circe slowly continued. "Were you not paying attention? Are you really this dense? Or are you just, really stupid or something?"
"Hey! I'm not that stupid! Hardly ignorant even!" Webby suddenly perked up in wild anger and tried to sit upright again, understandably annoyed at how helpless and physically handicapped Circe had made her.
...
"...Yet you still don't get it."
"What?! What don't I get?! Ow, nice kitty, I'm not a cat treat." The little merduck laughed and fell backwards as she was quickly pounced onto her back by the dark furry feline that was once laying still in Circe's arms.
"OW! Heheheh, nice boy, silly boy. Don't worry, you don't have to prove anything to me, you'll grow up to be a both terrifying and ferocious panther one day." Webby smiled with her eyes closed as she let the cat claw and bite at her face.
"All you need to do, is train-" She gasped loudly in shock as she finally got a look at the small feline's face, and to call it off-putting would an understatement.
The heavily distorted reflection of her bill and now scratched up face stared right back at her in silent awe as the cat's lifeless black eyes were almost completely indivisible inside it's furry head, leaving Webby momentarily speechless as she held up the screeching clawing abomination of a creature above her in her hands.
"Nevermind." She quickly rolled over and gently placed it safely away from her on the floor. "You good..."
Circe sighed. "Look, sleepyhead, let me snap you back to reality." With an unrecognizable still expression frozen on her face, The Goddess of Magic finally turned around to face Webby, showing off her similarly piercing, souless, dead eyes.
"AAAHH! I've heard of black eyed kids, but blacked eyed pigs?! Although Manson wasn't really all that bad. Even though he paralyzed me and tried to carry me off into the underbrush." The little merduck causally mentioned aloud.
...Snap!
With a final snap of her fingers, Circe brought everything around the petrified Webby into a thick shadowy darkness and magically lifted her off the floor. While also turning her feathers a light shade of blue, and her eyes a dull yellow color that gleemed brightly in the icy cold abyss.
...
"Wha...What is- Wait, what is-"
With the warmth of their breaths visible in the now frigid temperatures, Circe floated right up to Webby in the shadowy gloom and spoke to her in a deep, magically booming voice of a legion of gods.
"...In this great big grand scheme of gods and goddesses in this universe, you're just one mortal being along with all the rest of them, all to only be forgotten."
"N-No, NO! I preferd MANSON!" Webby screamed loudly in resistance.
...
"So what if I wiped them all out? Scrooge McDuck, Doofus Drake, your friends, painlessly, and efficiently? The truth is, men make terrible pigs, as transformation touches only bodies, not minds."
"No...No- No! Uncle Scrooge is...He can't be...Dead. No, you're...you're lying! He can't be! Dead? No. No! NO!"
The goddess paused to let the little merduck fight and struggle with all her strength to break out of the compromising magical grasp she had on her, watching her in smug emotionless silence as warm tears began to swell up in her large, luminescent eyes.
...
"...Who are you anyway? Who cares that you thought I was cool? That I'd think anything of you, because you cared? Who, are you?"
With a look of cold mocking pity, Circe turned back around and faded away into the thick darkness, leaving Webby alone and all by herself, floating motionless in her empty, silent, dimensional pocket.
...
"Honestly, I couldn't care less about you. You are, and mean, nothing, to me..."
...
"H-H-Hello?! Can- Can someone HEAR ME?!" Webby began to panic and thrash fiercely about in the dark, only to be met with persistent silence from her thoroughly uninhabited surroundings.
"...CIRCE! Please just bring me back already!"
...
"I'll... DIE HERE! Without water..."
...
"Is this, truly it? The end of Webbigail Vanderquack?" The little merduck spoke to herself with an unsurprising amount of noticeable pessimism in her tired voice.
"...No friends, no family, no Uncle Scrooge, no legs, no sleep, no tail feathers, no magical shadow princess to forcibly hug, snuggle, and wrestle to the ground? No children of my very own, no... Jelly donuts?"
"Liiiiiiife?! IS THIS A JOKE?! OR AM I THE JOKE?! BECAUSE IT'S BARELY FUNNY AT ALL! What is life?" She let her arms go limp and fall forward as her dejected face was hidden underneath her black top hat.
...
"Don't take it to heart it kid..."
"WAAAAHH?!" Webby quickly sprung back to life as she was grabbed from behind and pulled back to her senses.
"AHHHH, The Grim Reaper! He's come to take me early! Wait, Mr. Grim?" She paused in sudden confusion in the light of the garden. "You don't sound anything like I expected, you got severe laryngitis or something? You kinda sound like... like-"
Webby turned around to see Ma Beagle holding her up from underneath her arms, with Manny the Headless Man-Horse standing patiently close behind in silence.
"-Awwww, laaaaammme..." Webby now looked doubly disappointed.
"...Just let this be a valuable lesson to ya. Never, raise your expectations on anybody. Because you never know, when they're gonna let you down. Let's get outta here. Man-Horse! C'mon." Ma Beagle stuck Webby tightly under her shoulder and began to carry her off.
"W-W-WAIT! I am- I am so disappointed in you Circe!" The trapped little merduck yelled back at Circe facing away from her as she punched and struggled desperately to escape.
"Even- Even Magica cared more about me! Magica! And she like, really, really, REALLY doesn't like me! And it STINKS down HERE! Bluuugh!"
"Uh, in case you forgot, that's not such a dang good thing in your case." Ma Beagle frowned. "Hate to freak ya out like this kid, but I'm afraid Magica's been spying on you for quite a while. And why are you now all dressied up as McDuck?" She asked.
...
"AHA! So THAT'S how SHE knew!" Webby exclaimed in sudden proud realization.
"Knew, what?" The masked Manny clapped curiously.
"...Jelly donuts!" She pointed her finger sideways in self-discovery while Ma Beagle only looked a tad bit confused.
...
"In CASE you forgot, this cold, empty, pitiless world doesn't revolve around you." Circe continued without turning back around to face Webby. "And it's so much easier to live without regrets. This world, is finally at peace..."
"...Unless-"
"-WHAT?! Unless what?! What are you trying to say?! That you KILLED my family, and that I should just accept it?! Just because they weren't all gods like YOU?!" Webby fought and clawed violently to get the cross Beagle mother to just let her go already.
...
"Please." The Goddess of Magic stood completely still with a serious lack of emotion in her cold voice. "Give it a rest you stupid hard-headed demonspawn of a twerp. Throw yourself to the duckyphiles and get laid you miserable little twat. You'll never get that sweet corkscrew otherwise..."
"Uuuuh!" Both Ma Beagle and Webby stood stunned and audibly gasped at Circe's final remark in shock, prompting Manny to quickly walk over and cover Webby's ears with his hooves in silence.
"...You're- YOU'RE AWFUL! I- I can't believe I ever looked up to YOU!" The furious and now visibly disturbed little merduck continued to struggle and fight her way out of Ma Beagle's tight grasp she had on her.
"Watch it kid. I don't think it'd be too bright to rile up this high-pirooting hogwash excuse of a witch."
"...Well I don't think it was TOO bright on HER PART! I changed my mind! She's not only awful, she's- AWFULLY TERRIBLE! I FULLY AND COMPLETELY BOYCOTT YOU!"
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"Really? Because I believe it, because I always knew..." Circe's cold tone of voice was barely audible over the sparkling clean water flowing through the garden.
"WHAT?! You knew WHAT?! Spit it OUT!" Webby sputtered in anger, somehow still being able to breathe and speak this long without water.
"You read about me, researched me, thought I was cool. Did you really think, that I had no idea? Maybe if you were anything but a mere mortal, I would have cared. Hhmph, cry me a River Styx." Circe scoffed.
...
"You're- You're so low, you'd have to look up to LITERALLY see HECK! Is this how you see ME?! Only JUST A THING?! JUST A THING?! JUST TO GET BRUTALLY gang-DUCKED?! This- This is how Lena felt didn't she?" Webby tried to her best to keep from crying from the combination of exasperation and sadness she felt for her best freind as she hung tightly onto a tall stone pillar in the garden.
"Being treated worse than nothing, just because you're different, and that you see yourself superior and higher than them-"
"C'mon kid, that's enough. You're just asking for trouble." Ma Beagle said as she attempted to pull Webby away and out of the room.
"-And yet YOU claim to be better than Magica DE SPELL?! But you're BOTH the SAME! EXACTLY THE SAME! YOU'RE JUST, like HER!"
Webby's shrill voice echoed throughout the temple garden like a magical shockwave, immediately setting off Circe into a sudden harrowing, shrieking fit as she fell to her knees and covered her ears.
"AAAUUuu-UUUhhHh-uuu...UHuuUUHHHH-" The goddess quickly began to cry and vomit up a thick black shadowy liquid while writhing around on the floor at the complete mercy of her convulsions.
"What, in all holy tarnation?!"
"Uhh, I think something I said seriously triggered her or something..." Webby said as she, Ma Beagle, and Manny stared down at Circe making quite a screaming bawling banshee of herself.
"Wait, was it De Spell?" She wondered aloud.
"YooOUU...StUPid horrIBLe...litTLE-D-d-Do-DOn't...s-sAY...T-thAt...-
"-YES! I knew it! De Spell is her worst weakness, her darkest fatal flaw!" Webby finally wiggled her way free out onto to floor in excitement and managed to crawl her way up to Circe.
"Well I'll show her! DE SPELL! DE SPELL! DE SPELL! DE SPEL- Ugghhmmm!" The unsuspecting little merduck was quickly tackled onto her back as The wailing Goddess threw her down and shrieked uncontrollably in her face.
"WAAAHHH?! No! Lemme g- Bluugh! Bad Circe! Bad! DE SPELL! DE SPELL! DE SLEL-" Webby was interrupted as she was pulled to safety by Manny who held her high above his stony head.
"AAAAU-UUhh...AAUUG-hhhgg...uhh!" Circe continued to cry and violently choke up inky dark shadows as the flesh of her face began to slowly shrivel down to the bone and into the shape of something not even close to resembling a pig goddess.
"I think that one did it. Bluugh! I got goddess barf in my mouth. Bluugh! Literally tastes worse than swordhorse clippings."
"Wait, what?!" Manny clapped on the floor with a single back hoof.
And then, everything fell silent. Circe immediately stopped screaming, convulsing, and writhing.
Slowly standing up to her feet in complete and utter eerie silence facing away like before, she stood perfectly still and upright like a deformed statue and let the rest of her shadowy insides pour out of her eyes and mouth into a puddle on the floor.
"...Webby used words! It was super effective!" Webby narrated proudly.
And then, suddenly, the horrible loud sounds of bones and ligaments tearing and cracking apart filled the garden and completely drowned out the prior peace and quiet of the large temple chamber.
Tall dark inanimate lifeless shadows and silhouettes rose from every empty corner of the room as Circe's limp arms finally snapped free from their sockets with a sickening shambolic melody of clattering bones and grew outwards from her body to the size of trees across the floor.
"...What, the HECK?!" Ma Beagle gasped.
"I suddenly no longer have the urge to sleep." Webby casually mentioned in wide eyed fear high up in Manny's hooves.
The goddess's narrow bony appendages ruptured out even further as monstrous sharp curved fingers burst forth from her shaking hands, and then pulled themselves along with thier enormous ragged claws.
A deep demonic ghoulish chant repeated itself loudly over and over and over out of nowhere in a sinister foreign language as Circe's legs began to buckle and contort violently.
"It's Gloomsian Greek dialect! One of the many languages spoken by the dark spirits of The Shadow Realm!" Webby said.
"What?!" Ma Beagle questioned.
"Shhh! Quiet please!" Webby held her feathered hand up to her right ear to try and hear better.
"It's a warning! It says... It says..." The little merduck gulped and completely froze in sudden, unexplainable dread.
"What's, it, saying?!" Manny clapped as Webby only remained silent up in his grasp and Circe's bony legs began to grow longer and longer at a disturbingly rapid pace, causing all her clothes and flesh to fall to the floor in a pile and revealing her to be a gigantic, grey skeleton figure with unnaturally long unearthly legs and arms that reached all the down to her clawed, webbed feet.
With a final set of loud petrifying cracks, the massive skeleton figure slowly placed her hands on the floor and bent her spine all the way backwards in a completely unnatural position. Her long strands of dark black hair hung below as her emotionless, upside down skull faced Webby head on, now only inches away from her bill.
...
"Yeah, THAT did IT alright!" Ma Beagle stood far back in fear.
"Aw phooey..." Webby laid flat on her stomach underneath her top hat.
"RrrrrrAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" The skeleton screamed a monstrous blood-curdling shrill scream, instantly tackling Webby out of the safety of Manny's hooves and hard onto her back on the floor.
A/N: Awk! Awk! Magica's back! Awk! Awk!
Grand finale throughout all time. Awk! Awk! Delayed until a better time! Awk! Awk!
Darkness here and nothing more. Awk! Awk! Clan McDuck is finally done for! Awk! Awk!
De Spell and shadows evermore. Awk! Awk! Webbigail's life- Awk! Awk! Nevermore! Awk-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!