"Hey boss we're here." Yelled a driver who sits on the black leathered seat of a vehicle that may as well be an RV, the insides lined with velvet, a TV, couch, table, and various gaming consoles all over. Sitting in the very back a teenage child gazes up from a laptop, a small on face as a hat covers his eyes. "Oh?" The driver smiles but the sound of a door opening catches his attention.
Gazing back a tall canine gets up from his seat to see the person from the back missing from his bed. Gazing to the right the canine sees his employer standing at the opened door, a skateboard in hand as the teen grins. "Sorry guys, see you soon." The teenager jumps out a second before the canine can reach him.
In a moment of dumb luck the teen lands on the skateboard as he jumped out of the moving RV, the large vehicle moving farther away as he rides away down the onslaught of cars, screams of passing drivers and honking horns are heard. The teen riding past them all till he reaches a ledge that overlooks the town he was being transported to. "Duckburg huh? Well then..." The mysterious figure aims his fingers like a pistol smiling, "Game on."
The sounds of laughter fills the halls as darts fly pass hitting the walls around the McDuck Mansion, a certain purple clad duck finally waking from his sleep and coming out of his bedroom, a low growl coming from his voice as he sees his new brothers chasing eachother, dart guns in hands as they fire, Webby along with them as she grins. Soon Louie comes up to Blake a layed back smile on face, "Hey bro wanna join?" "What's the point in this childish game?" "The point is to have fun...also the losers has to do all the chores for the day."
Blake stares eyes wide, eye twitching as he grits his teeth. Louie can only stare for a moment as he backs up, "You ok?" "Oh just fine...just a bunch of dark memories of my childhood, wasting every moment tending to my dad's needs, no thank yous just a bunch of yelling, slaps against the cheek, and wishful thinking that one day it will all end, with red paving the walls..."
Louie stares eyes wide to his purple cladded brother, but in a voice that is clear of nervousness he speaks up, "Ok I take it you really hate chores." Blake grabs a small dart gun from the side of the wall a grin on his beak. "Oh hate doesn't describe the rage for it." He cocks the gun aiming it at his brother a raging glare in his eyes as an evil chuckle escapes his mouth. "Best to get running." Louie eeps as he starts running, darts firing past.
The lights are dim throughout the mansion, Scrooge roams the halls gazing at a few documents, Fenton by his side as he discusses to his boss. "You see Mr. Scrooge, the charity event scheduled for today is going a bit behind, because the entertainment had well, as reports said, jumped out of the vehicle onto a skateboard and rode away through traffic, to a ledge and proceeded to jump into a moving van, with a mattress ontop and gone deeper into the city." Scrooge grumbles as he taps his cane on the tiled floor, "What's with teenagers and responsibility, he was responsible to help raise money for an orphanage, so what's the big deal with running away?" "I'm not sure sir, but things do seem a bit shaken up, and some legal officers began to look into the background of your new nephew's late father's death."
Scrooge stops for a second looking back a brow raised in suspicion, "That so? What did they say?" "The illness that is being investigated is strange, his hands looked swollen with puss, his tongue engorged, throat severely sore that even the wind could cause bleeding, his eyes had dulled out telling them he became blind, and several organs looked like they shut down, it was rather disturbing to look at. They are currently doing tests on what this was but some suspicions are placed on considering this may as well be a poison's work." "Poison? They suggesting Blake had poisoned his old dad?" "It's a possibility."
The old duck grumbles and turns to his accountant, "There's no possibility he would do such a thing, my new nephew may have been...negative, but he wouldn't possibly caused such a thing. Now tell me Fenton, do you honestly believe in that suggestion?" "Of course not sir, he's simply misunderstood." "Exactly." The two soon enters the den, their eyes wide as the whole room had looked as if a war zone had gone through, darts lining each and every wall.
In the center Huey is running eyes wide in fear, "Oh god, oh god!" As the red clad duck runs his feet trips over a wire that has been set up, the red duck now on the floor as he shakes, a bird dropping from the ceiling wearing all black, his face covered by a mask as green lensed goggles are present. The spy styled bird shoots the red duck in the back of the head a chuckle coming from his covered face.
As the spy duck chuckles a barrage of darts start to fly at this player, who sees it coming from a mile away, in a quick motion he dodges each single dart, great precision in every step. Behind a small pillow fort is Dewey and Louie who teamed up, their eyes wide as they open fire again. "Just what in the world is he?!" Yelled the green clad duck as the spy bird continues to dodge, and soon ducks behind a flipped table. The duo huffs as Louie peaks over the ledge. "He really hates chores huh?" Dewey nods as they look up seeing Webby on a chandelier, the three nod as they aim their dart guns, but a glint of light catches them a bit off.
In a quick motion a sniper styled dart gun comes out and fires hitting Louie between the eyes making him fall over. Dewey gulps in shock as he hides, "Webby! Your the only ace we got! Get him and it'll be us one on one!" Webby nods as she shoots a grappling hook like device to the top of a bookshelf, proceeding to swing pass the hiding place of the dark clothed male, her gun aimed as she fires rapidly. The figure rolls out of the way, rifle in arms as he jumps through the doors running down the hallway, obstacles all over as he proceeds to maneuver pass them all. Webby soon walks out into the hallway as the spy is at the very end the rifle aimed.
Webby's eyes widen as she aims only to have a dart shot into the nozzle jamming it. "Ok...Blake we can talk about this." The spy pulls his mask off revealing Blake's face as he grins, "Oh we'll talk...In Hell!" He fires and in a quick second Webby falls, dart on her chest. Dewey slowly coming out of hiding to see this making him yelp. "Oh god."
Blake stands rifle in hand as he loads a new clip, wasting no second in his movements. "PGM Hecate II, that's what this special gun is based on bro, this special gun can shoot from 1800 meters to over 2000 meters, a maximum of 825 meters per second, created in France for the purpose for being an anti-material rifle for demolition shooting at long ranges, designed by Gilles Payen, and Manufactured by PGM Precision. Now tell me, do you feel lucky, ducky?"
Dewey's eyes are wide as he shakes, "Why in the world did you need to know all of that?" "Simple..." He aims, "To find the perfect weapon to take you all out with." Dewey shakes and runs, a scream of fear coming from his beak as Blake chases after. The blue clad duck shaking in fear, adrenaline at maximum as he runs into a dead end, his heart running miles per minutes. "No, no, no!" Dewey turns back to see Blake jumping out from a corner, rifle aimed directly at the blue clad duck, in a moment's notice one lone dart fires out hitting Dewey directly where the heart is. Blake grinning as he yelps falling and sliding into something.
Groans are heard as Blake rubs his head, he opens his eyes to see Dewey's face groaning in pain as the two looks up seeing the other. Their faces light up with blush as they chuckle, they smile at each other as cheers are heard in the background catching their attention. Gazing back they see Scrooge clapping with Fenton, Huey, Louie, and Webby by their sides as they smile up. Scrooge smiles tapping his cane on the floor, "That was an amazing sight my boys, Blake if I didn't say any better you may of been actually of McDuck blood." Blake nods as he stands, the toy rifle at his side as Scrooge rubs his feathered head. "I'm proud that you are part of the family my boy." Blake smiles happily as Scrooge looks around, "Though the mess needs to be tended to." "Right...Sorry uncle Scrooge." "No worries, I'll just call a few cleaners to have the place cleaned up."
Blake looks up, "What of the chores?" "Nevermind those, just have fun." Blake smiles as the teens grabs Blake's arms and take him away, laughter heard as Scrooge can only smile. "There's no way he can be a monster, he's a special child."
In town the teens are walking together as Huey rubs Blake's head smiling, "Where in the world did you learn those moves bro, it's like you were some soldier out on the battlefield." "Heh, I don't know, it just came to me naturally, like I was really fighting for my dear life." Louie nudges his side a layed back smile on face. "Whatever it was, that was awesome."
The purple clad duck hangs head blushing madly at all the attention, Webby and Dewey nodding along with the compliments. "Hey maybe the supposed gaming champ won't stand a chance against you." Blake's brow raises as he gazes to his brothers and Webby confused, "Champ?" Louie nods as he goes up. "Yeah, a gaming champion was suppose to be in town today, I heard he won several tournaments of various types of games, card games, board games, video games, you name it, and he's the same age as us." Blake stares nodding. "I see..."
As they walk a building with flashing lights catches the eyes of the purple duck, he gazes up staring at the flashing building as cheers of joy surrounds it, "What's this?" The ducks look over as Louie chuckles, "It's an arcade, a place where everyone plays games, don't tell me you didn't had one in your home town Blake?" "Wish I could say I did." Louie rolls eyes and grins, "Well today's lesson starts now." Louie then proceeds to drags his new brother inside, Huey, Dewey, and Webby following after.
On the inside people of all ages are playing all sorts of games, cranes being operated every second to get a prize, sounds of blasters and explosions coming out of the various machines, music on a small dance stage like device, and in a back is a large play area, one outfitted with an entire battlefield dedicated for dart gun games. Blake's eyes wide with amazement as the youngest brother chuckles, "This is an arcade bro."
Blake shakes as he grins in excitement, the purple clothed duck goes further in to look through the various games, Louie grinning in the back as he shrugs. "I'm a great brother." As he steps further in a figure bumps into him causing the two to fall over in a small thump. A low grown comes from Louie's bill as he looks up to see a raven with purple eyes on top of him, a large cyan and pink cap on his head that draps over his side, a pair of blue shorts on his legs along with a t-shirt with pixel styled monsters on it, a small blue jacket and a long white scarf.
In a shy voice the raven speaks to the green duck, "S-Sorry." "Hey it's not a big deal." They soon stand up gazing at the other, smiles on their beaks. "I'm Louie, you?" "Oh, I'm Corvus, named after the constellation of a crow, though I'm a raven so...false advertising I guess." Louie chuckles a lil bit and smiles. "Well nice to meet you anyways, what brings you here?" "Well...Kinda a long story, but to cut it short I just had too much pressure and decided to have fun."
"Oh? What kind of pressure?" "Too much I tell you, it feels like everything is on my shoulders, too much expectations, always bring success, and yadda yadda, so yeah I ditched the people I was with to have funny." Louie chuckles sitting beside the raven a smile on his beak. "Sounds rough, so everything is all work and no chill basically?" "In the sense yeah." "Dude I see why you hate it so much, that's way too much pressure." The raven nods and hangs head, the green duck gazing back and pats his back, "Hey it'll turn out ok really, how bout we hang out till you feel better?" The raven grins looking up, "Sounds great."
Lights and sounds fill the air, the ducks enjoying their time with each game, racing, shooting, and more. Players yell in excitement as they watch on monitors, which records the insides of the arena in the back, the sight of every perfect shot from Blake taking out every challenger makes them cheer in amazement. Another side attraction bringing the eyes over is Louie and Corvus as they competively compete in several games, win after win falling onto the raven as he successfully beats Louie at every game there can be.
Louie huffs as the classic YOU LOSE sign pops up on his separate machine, he gazes to his new friend's face who is filled with happiness, a kind innocent smile that would bring others to do the same. "Good job Louie." "Yeah thanks." They smile and shakes hands after the new game, the sound of others catching their attentions causing them to look at the arena's monitors.
In the arena three players are wiped out in a flash, one dart each as Blake comes out rifle in hand as he raises his hands to the air. The screams grew louder as Corvus grins, "He's got talent." Louie only shrugs as he lazily speaks, "He's my brother." The raven looks back a brow raised and smiles, "That so, I wouldn't mind playing him sometime." "Hard to do that, the arcade is gonna close soon."
A sigh of dissapointment comes from the raven as he nods, "Yeah, still, one day it'll happen, and when that day comes, Game On." Louie smiles as Blake leaves the arena to gaze up seeing the two hug as they walk off, a look of pure joy than the normally layed back look on Louie's face. Blake can only grin and goes up nudging the younger brother's sides, "Who was that your new boyfriend?" "Boyfriend? He's a cool guy Blake, and he's just a friend...though I would like that." Blake smiles happily as he hugs his green clad brother and rubs his head in unison, "You LIKE him! I didn't know you go that way." "I don't go that way bro...I go both ways, to much hassle to keep your mind on one gender, and yeah I guess I do like him."
The purple duck's eyes widens and smiles, "Go get him, ask him out." "Dude I like to keep things slow paced, I'm gonna work it up to the point to ask him out." "If you go slow he would be gone before you can! What will it take to get you to do so." Louie groans as he gazes around, his eyes spying a small stage, a mic and rhythm game attached, the devious duck grins and turns back. "Well Mr. Dark and Brooding, how bout you risk your status as a bad boy kind of guy up there." The green duck points to the stage a grin on his beak as Blake gazes eyes wide.
"Your kidding me?" "Nope." "You want me to humiliate myself for you to ask out your raven friend?" "That or you can leave me to go at my own pace." "Dewey was right, you are evil." "Meh, I don't care." Blake shakes and huffs going up to the stage, then looks back to Louie who gives a thumbs up. "You don't have to dance just sing, nothing more." Blake grumbles under his breath as he gets on the stage.
Meanwhile near the entrance of the arcade Huey, Dewey and Webby are walking as they chat, the blue duck laughing a bit, "You saw what Blake did to all those players, he was amazing out there." The female duck nods happily, "I agree, I mean he was awesome, like a soldier in battle." Huey speaks out from the two, "You think? I just love our family you know that, Blake is a great addition to it." They nod as Webby checks her phone, "Oh sorry guy, grandma needs me, catch you back at the mansion." The two brothers nods as they watch the tomboyish duck girl run off.
Huey smiles but as he gazes out the door he sees a face that makes his heart beat faster, standing at a motorcycle is Adam as he looks back seeing the red duck. Dewey notices both their gazes and pats his bro's back, "Guess you'll be going as well, have fun bro." Huey nods and turns back to him, "Your in charge since your the second oldest, make sure Blake and Louie get back home safely and-" "I get it dude just hang out with your boyfriend already." The blue duck says in a somewhat annoyed tone as he pushes the red duck out of the building, watching as Huey runs over to Adam as he puts on a helmet and getting on the back of the motorcycle driving away.
Dewey smiles as the sound of music fills the air, the blue duck gazes to the source seeing what may be impossible in his eyes, the sight of Blake on a stage with a mic in hand. "Oh my god." Dewey runs up to get a better look, his face surprised not wanting to miss a second of this. The beat of the background music picking up as Blake shakes nervously and looks up seeing Dewey in the audience. The purple duck had a feeling of intense nervousness but seeing his blue clad brother gives a new feeling, one of courage. Blake begins to breath in and out as he lifts the feathers that would normally cover one of his eyes, the color of this unseen eye is different from his sapphire blue one, this eye is pale with a lack of color, a monochrome gray. The beat grows as the lyrics show up on a screen, as he begins to sing.
I break through any limit keeping me from my goal
Till the dawn of an awakened new world under my control
I could never forget the ice-cold memory
Yet I'll forge on with a fire burning in me
Beyond the darkness, what awaits?
No matter what, it must be fate
I'll walk my path, blindly
Shining illusions, deceive my heart,
And try to lead me astray
But with this absolute power, unleash it all...
and tear through the pain!
I break through any limit keeping me from my goal
I can feel the flames growing ever higher in my soul
Hide the pain, hide the bloody shame
of your wounded love
In the end
Only those with power are the ones who rise above!
In this mirror
the dreams show many cracks
And all I can do is stare
But when will I really get
The thing I do not need
This world where unfulfilled angels live
If you want,
I will take on it's sins
Heal this unbearable pain
To prove there is justice
No one could know this song
But I will scream it till my voice fails!
Carry onward, never let the world hold me back
If the truth stand in my way then charge and attack!
Break through any limit keeping me from my goal
I can feel the flames growing ever higher in my soul
Hide the pain, hide the bloody shame
of your wounded love
In the end
Only those with power are the ones who rise above!
The beat of the song slowly dies out as Dewey stares in awe, the purple clad duck staring back a small smile on face as he gets off the stage, cheers of a crowd coming out all over as Blake walks through them stopping at Louie who stares in shock. "Ask him out." Says Blake in a tone that sounds as if he won a victory in a several year long war, with that he walks out as Dewey follows after.
Time passes as Louie walks the streets searching for the raven until he notices a group of people, checking on it he sees Corvus as reporters try to ask him questions, two large men wearing black suits surrounding him and trying to push him back, a flamingo standing over the raven as he huffs, "How dare you run off like that, you know how much importance this charity is for your career!" "Get off my back William, I never wanted to be dragged all around the world so you can bask in fame." The flamingo growls as Louie speaks up, "Hey Corvus, is it ok that I can speak to you?"
The raven looks up seeing the duck, a smile comes across his face and the moment he tries to speak the flamingo named William glares, "Absolutely not, I won't allow it, Corvus already wasted enough time as it is, to let him talk to some lesser fan will waste even more time." Louie stares as Corvus grins as he looks to the large bodyguards. "1000 dollars to keep him away."
In a split second the two black clothed men grabs the flamingo dragging him away as he struggles, "No put me down, I won't stand for this!" Corvus smiles as he runs with Louie out of the blockade of reporters and loses them, they are now in an alley way as the reporters run by. "So what you need Lou." Louie stares up in a questioning look, "Lou?" "Yeah, short for Louie." "Oh, anyways I wanted to ask you something but first, what's the deal with pinky back there?" "Oh Wiliam...he's my stepdad, ever since I won my first tournament he's been trying to find ways to bask in my winnings, he's basically a leech."
Louie nods as he gazes up, "Your the gamer everyone was talking bout huh?" "What tipped you off?" "Oh the fact that I kept losing against you, the GAME ON tag line, the reporters, and the fact you said your first tournament kinda gave it away." Corvus blushes in embarassment as he rubs his head shaking a little. "Heh, anyways what do you came to ask?" Louie hangs head blushing, "Would you like to go out with me sometime?" The raven stares in shock but smiles as he gives a small kiss on the green duck's cheek. "Sure." They stare in each other's eyes smiling as they hug the other, a smile on their faces.
Night arrives as Blake is laying on the roof, the moon glistening brightly as he snacks on a small bag of cookies, the cool wind blowing past his feathers as he watches. The sound of the middle child's voice comes out catching his attention as he gazes up seeing his brother. "Hey, heard your song, gotta admit you were amazing up there." Blake looks off a tiny blush present, "Can we say that didn't happen ok?" Dewey chuckles as he goes up, "Sure whatever you say." The blue duck says as he sits by Blake.
"You looked kinda scared up there but suddenly you just lit up with courage, may I ask how?" "I'm not sure, seeing you just gave me confidence I guess, I don't know why, maybe it's because your the first person I felt like I can open up to and therefore the closest friend I have"
Dewey gazes over surprised at the answer, a blush formed on his cheek as he looks down nervously, "Heh, glad you feel that way." Blake closes eyes slowly as the wind blows by the two, silence filling the space between as Dewey speaks up once more, "Heard Uncle Scrooge is planning another trip, guess it'll be your first time to ever go on one of our adventures, bet your excited right?" "Sure, whatever." "Come on don't be like that, have a sense of adventure, if you open up to it maybe you'll enjoy it!" Blake gazes up to the blue duck and stands up, "Fine I'll keep an open mind, happy?" "Yep!"
Dewey smiles happily as he hugs his brother who smiles back, their gaze never leaving as blushes form, their white feathers turn light pink.
Blake gazes happily but his vision blurs, as everything becomes dizzy, he groans holding his head as a migraine pierces like a knife, a bit of blood falls from his nostrils. Dewey's voice sounding out but its muffled and slurred to the duck in pain, "Hey you alright?" Blake groans more in pain as darkness is covering his vision, in the darkness a voice is heard, a voice deep and dark, "FiNd Me, SeArCh FoR mE, tHe TiMe HaS cOmE."
