Author's Note: All right, peeps, you guys get a bonus chapter this week because I realized that Bad Touch is one chapter ahead of Mirror Mirror. Oops.

I'm posting this in a hurry, as I have to be somewhere in twenty minutes, so any errors or typos or what have you are gonna stay.

Chapter Three: Bonus Chapter

"So," Huey said conversationally. "What's it like living in an alternate dimension?"

Webby startled, surprised that one of the triplets was willingly initiating conversation with her instead of ignoring her like they normally did. She looked around as if he might be addressing someone else, some other person who had just hopped out of an interdimensional mirror. A few seconds later, she realized she was the only possible person he could've been addressing.

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "I didn't know my world was any different than yours until I was here."

Louie pulled out a small device from his pocket and started poking at it. Webby gawked.

"What is that?" she asked, stepping closer to the green attired boy. They were walking toward the triplets' room, or at least, where it was in her version of the manor. She stared at the screen, which showed some sort of computer interface. It was beyond her comprehension, whatever it was.

"Only the latest phone," Louie said. "You don't have one?"

"That's a phone?" she exclaimed.

"Duh," Louie said. "You don't have a phone. You seriously expect me to believe you don't have a cell phone."

Stymied, she looked up and saw the other three produce similar devices, though Webby 1's phone had small plastic gems on it. She was at a complete loss. Not only did Louie have one, but they all did, like this was commonplace. She'd never seen such a thing before, much less four of them.

"No...we don't have cell phones…" she faltered. "I don't know what a cell phone is."

"It's a cellular phone," Louie said as if he was explaining this to a young duckling. Webby bristled, but at least this was familiar. The triplets were always condescending toward her.

"You know? You use it to make calls and watch videos and send messages to people and post on Instagram?" he continued.

"Insta-what?" she replied, baffled.

"What century are you living in?" Louie scoffed.

"The 20th," she said stiffly. "What century are you living in?"

"The 21st," Louie said and then did a double take. The four of them stared at her and she huffed, feeling like she'd made a faux pas somewhere but uncertain what she'd said that had them all perplexed. She hugged her dolly to her and imagined it as a cell phone for a second. What, exactly, had she said?

"What year do you think it is?" the other Webby asked slowly.

"It's 1987, of course," Webby said archly.

"Uh...no, it's not," Dewey said. "It's 2017."

"I've gone thirty years into the future?!" she shrieked, quivering in terror. "I've been gone for thirty years?!"

"You'd think you would've aged in all that time," Louie said in an aside to his brothers and Webby ignored him. She hugged her dolly tighter and Huey stepped forward to put a hand on her shoulder. Unnerved by the gesture, as affection between herself and the triplets was few and far between in her world, Webby retreated a step and eyed him suspiciously.

"It is not 2017," Webby retorted. "You're lying to me."

"Why would we be lying?" Huey asked.

"It really is 2017," Dewey added. "We can show you a calendar if you don't believe us."

"It's thirty years in the future and I'm married to Doofus," Webby wailed. The other Webby looked baffled, as did the triplets. The other Doofus, if there was one, wasn't here right now, but that didn't mean he couldn't appear at any minute and whisk her away. She did not want to marry him.

"Uh, no, you're not?" Dewey said, looking to the others for backup. "We're not even friends with him?"

"Uncle Scrooge said in the future, I marry Doofus," Webby cried. "It's the future, which means I must be married to Doofus!"

"You can't be much older than us," Huey reasoned. "If you aren't younger, which, no offense, you look like you are. How could you possibly be married to anyone, let alone that creep?"

This startled her out of her dismay. "What? He's not a creep. He just eats a lot."

"No, he's pretty creepy," Louie said. His brothers nodded. Webby felt wrong-footed. She didn't want to defend Doofus because she disliked him intensely, but they had it all wrong. They shouldn't malign him, but then again, they knew a different Doofus. Perhaps their version of him was creepy.

And their version of McDuck Manor was 30 years in the future. Thirty years ahead, where she was still a kid and so were the triplets. Webby groaned, rubbing her temples. This hurt her head. How could any of this be possible?

"Are you okay?" Huey asked, sinking to the floor with her. "I know it's a lot to take in."

"You're not marrying Doofus, are you?" Dewey asked Webby 1 in an undertone. "Because we might have to have a talk if you were."

"No…," she said, frowning. "I'm not."

"Good," Dewey said and smiled at her in a way that made Webby wonder what, exactly, their relationship was. It wasn't like hers with her Dewey. They seemed almost like equals and Webby 1 smiled back, a small blush creeping across her cheeks.

"Hey," Huey soothed and rubbed her back. "We're sorry. We shouldn't have pulled you through the mirror. This is a pretty big shock to you and it's our fault."

"No, you shouldn't have," Webby said. Her lower lip quivered and she vowed she wouldn't cry. They had halted outside a room that Webby might've recognized as her own, except it had none of her pink and flowery things. In fact, it didn't look the slightest bit girly. It was in the same space as Webby's own room, which meant it had to correspond.

"Why don't we hang out in Webby's room and we can all talk about what it's like to live in 1987?" Huey suggested.

"I already know what it's like. It doesn't have cell phones," Louie said. "It sucks."

Dewey frowned. "You don't know anything about our mom, do you? If it's thirty years ago there, maybe she's still around."

"No?" Webby said. "Your uncle Donald just showed up, dropped you off, and then never came back. Least, he hasn't come back as far as I've seen. That's all I know about your family beyond Uncle Scrooge."

"Uncle Donald abandoned us?" Louie said in shock. "That doesn't sound right."

"Where else would he go?" Webby asked, confused by how outraged and betrayed the triplets looked. Louie grabbed her sleeve and tugged her toward the window, where she could see Donald Duck grilling hot dogs and humming to himself as he flipped them. She looked from the window to the triplets.

"Uncle Donald left us and we were just okay with that?" Dewey said. "How can that possibly be?"

"He went to join the Navy," Webby said, again feeling like she'd done or said the wrong thing but not sure where the line was. She didn't like this game and wished she were at home and had never listened to the boys.

"And left us," Dewey repeated. "Just like Mom…"

Webby searched their faces for an explanation and found none. She glanced at her counterpart, who was frowning and hugging them to her. Webby noticed the strange shadow again, the way it didn't move in sync with her counterpart. She slapped a foot over it and heard a muffled yelp.

"What was that?" Webby 1 asked, drawing back from the boys.

"Your shadow," Webby returned. "Didn't you notice that it's been acting strange?"

The other Webby gave her a shrewd glance like she knew more than she was saying. Uneasy, Webby retreated, still clutching her dolly for dear life. This was something she shouldn't have stirred, but again, things were so different here it was hard to tell what was off-limits. The only reason she knew that Della Duck existed was that Uncle Scrooge had mentioned her once, in passing. But that was it.

"I don't want to think about that right now," Webby 1 said after a minute. Her shadow drooped.

"So, life in an alternate dimension thirty years ago," Huey said, desperate to change the subject and avoid whatever prompted the loneliness and misery in Webby 1's eyes. The boys patted her on the shoulder or squeezed her hand. Webby had the sense she was intruding on a private moment.

"What's it like?" Huey continued.

Webby plopped onto the floor, as no one had invited her to sit on the bed. Like everywhere else, it was immaculate, though Webby spied a few unknown objects lurking beneath Webby 1's bed. The triplets and Webby 1 sat on the bed and Louie was still holding Webby's hand. Dewey was huddled up against her.

"To start with, you three are really mean in my universe and you're always ordering me around or teasing me," she sniffed. "That's how I ended up here. They dared me to go to the mirror."

"You don't have to sit on the floor," Webby 1 said. "Here, I'll move over."

She grabbed her pillows so that Webby had enough room to sit beside her. She found herself admiring her; even sitting normally, she had so much confidence and ease. Webby had never felt like more than a guest in Uncle Scrooge's mansion. It was hard to feel like it was home when she was treated more like a servant than family. After all, she and her granny took their meals when the servants did; they almost never ate with the boys and Uncle Scrooge.

"You don't like me 'cuz I'm a girl," Webby continued with a sniff.

"That's not really a valid reason not to like someone," Huey said with a frown.

"But don't you and your grandmother live there?" Dewey asked. "Weren't you there before them? So you have seniority."

"No...Granny and I were hired on as help after the boys showed up," she explained. "We're still considered servants, mainly."

At this, all three boys gawked at Webby.

"We'd never order you around," Dewey said in shock. "You'd probably try to kill us."

"I wouldn't try to kill you," Webby 1 scoffed, shaking her head. "But that explains her attitude. Servile. You must be afraid that you'll lose your place in the house."

"Not really…" Webby demurred. "Uncle Scrooge loves me. He says so, even if he doesn't let me go on adventures either."

"What do you do all day?" Dewey exclaimed. "Sit around the manor and clean?"

"And play with my dolls," Webby said.

"This must be the most exciting thing that's happened to you in ages," Webby 1 said. She smiled at her and, bashful, Webby lowered her head.

"Do you ever go on adventures?" Dewey asked.

"Sometimes," she said. "But not usually. That's for the boys."

"Are you sure you're not living in the 1960s?" Louie asked. "You've got all those rigid gender roles going on."

"Huh?" Webby said.

"I've done stuff," Webby said defensively. She didn't add that she usually had to sneak along; that wouldn't improve their opinion of her. She wanted them to like her, for whatever good that would do her. More importantly, she wanted the other Webby to like her.

"Have you ever fought off all the Beagle Boys while running around Duckberg?" Webby 1 asked and she sighed. "I miss Lena."

"Who's Lena?" Webby asked and saw the boys frantically shaking their heads at her and miming closed lips.

"It's not important," Webby 1 said in a tone that indicated it was but that she didn't wish to go into it. "You never want to go out with the boys? Or tell them that you're going anyway, no matter what they say?"

"Sometimes I do," Webby protested. "And sometimes they let me."

"But you're a trained agent! You're not a spy, not like Granny, but you can defend yourself," Webby replied.

"Granny's not a spy…" Webby responded, perplexed. "Trained at what?"

"Webby, look at her," Dewey said gently. "Do you really think she could fight anyone off? She's the duck equivalent of a cinnamon roll."

"I'm not...a cinnamon roll…" There seemed to be some shared cultural comment here, a subtext that Webby was missing. Why were they saying she was a pastry?

"Granny's a housekeeper and I help her," Webby said. "Why would I need to know how to fight?"

"Why wouldn't you?" Webby 1 asked, bouncing on the bed. "Granny taught me everything she knows in case something happens and I need to fight off bad guys or an international crime syndicate."

"That sounds dangerous…" She studied the other girl more closely. Color suffused her cheeks and she had to admit, she was in awe. To illustrate her point, the other Webby jumped off the bed and performed a series of martial moves, kicking, punching, and spinning around. The boys were careful to stay outside of her reach.

"Now you try," Webby 1 said.

She hopped off the bed, spun around, and then tripped over her own two feet.

"I told you," Louie said. "She's not like you, Webs. She's not cool like you."

"Does that mean I'm not cool either?" Dewey reflected. "I don't have my own late night talk show, either?"

Bewildered again, she pushed herself to her feet and stared at the four of them. They had so much more going on than her version of them, not to mention her counterpart. Compared to them, she was the shadow. They were so vibrant and personality-driven.

"You and your brothers are kinda similar," Webby admitted. "You all have the same voice and you sometimes act like you have telepathy or know what the other ones are going to say or do."

"Ugh!" the trio said in unison and then looked at each other. "Okay, stop that! No, you guys, seriously! Stop!"

"They don't normally do that," Webby 1 explained. "Though it is pretty funny when they were trying to make a point about not speaking in unison."

"It's like you're three parts of a whole," Webby continued.

"We are, but not like that," Louie said.

"We have our own personalities and interests too," Dewey said.

"I wonder if it'd be possible to cross over and investigate for ourselves?" Huey mused. "But then we'd end up trapped over there for a day."

"It's only a day," Louie replied.

"Okay, but can you survive without your phone for a day?" Huey pointed out.

"Why? Why would I have to leave it behind?" Louie asked like they were discussing leaving a small child behind rather than an electronic device.

"It probably wouldn't work," Huey responded.

"Not work?!" Louie exclaimed. "Okay, I'm out. I'm not going anywhere without my phone."

"Don't be ridiculous," Huey said, rolling his eyes. "We'll go when we return Webby 2 to her universe."

"Actually…" Webby said and flushed scarlet. "I think I like it here better. I think I'd rather stay here…"

After all, it appeared that here, Webby and her grandmother were equals, not subservient to Scrooge McDuck. Moreover, the boys were appreciative and not complete jerks and Webby got to go on adventures. She stared at Webby 1 with her eyes wide and admiring. She was so cool.