Charater: Darkwing Duck

Phrase: Horror Movie

Author: Sara-Q

"Keen gear, is that her?!" You stepped back in surprise as a redheaded ball of energy zips past Drake, who was standing in the doorway, just about to let you in. "Is this your girlfriend?"

"Eh hehehe, Gos, dear, girlfriend might be a bit of a strong word..." Drake said, nervously pulling on the collar on his shirt.

You grinned and held out your hand "Hi, you must be Gosalyn. Drake's told me so much about you. I'm (Y/N)."

"Hi, (Y/N). Keen Gear, It's about time Dad invited you over, he's been going on and on about you. He's been so gushy lately-"

"Yes well, won't you come in (Y/N)? Drake interrupted, laying a hand over Gosalyn's mouth.

You stepped in, feeling a blush creep over you. You had meet Drake a few weeks ago, and the two of you had really hit it off well. You had seen him a lot since then, and really liked Drake.

"Uh, hey DW." A deep voice called from the kitchen. "Just wondering...what would happen if you put metal in the microwave, and the door was stuck shut?"

"Oh a fire would start at least, if the microwave didn't explode" Drake said absentmindedly.

A muffled BOOM sounded from the kitchen. "I was afraid it would be something like that" The voice said.

The Kitchen door opened and out came a tall redheaded Duck in an aviator outfit, covered in debris.

"LAUNCHPAD!" Drake yelled "What did you do"

"Well I was trying to heat up the sauce you told me to, in the pot-"

"Launchpad, I meant on the stove! You don't put pots in microwaves. That's what tupperwares are for"

"Ohhh! So you wanted me to put the sauce in a tupperware, then put it in the microwave"

"D'ohhhh" Drake groaned, slapping his forehead in frustration. You couldn't help but laugh with Gosalyn at their bickering.

"Oh uh, (Y/N) this is Launchpad McQuack. Launchpad, this is (Y/N)" You shook hands with him.

You frowned. "You know I can't help but think you look familiar." You snapped your fingers. "Oh! Aren't you the pilot who helps that crimefighter- Oh what's his name"

"Darkwing Duck?" Drake said through slightly gritted teeth, evidently still upset about the kitchen accident.

"Yeah him"

"Yep" Launchpad said cheerfully, even though Drake was giving him the death glare. "I'm his sidekick. I help him nab the bad guys"

"Yeah it's real wonder how you can do that and still manage to destroy my kitchen" Drake snipped. He turned to you, looking gloomy "I'm sorry (Y/N), dinner's going to be late, and probably not as fancy as you might've hoped."

"That's all right Drake" You said smiling at him. "I can already tell it's going to be one the best dates ever." Drake went red.

After dinner (takeout from Hamburger Hippo) You all decided to watch a movie.

"Hey Dad, can I pick?" Gosalyn said with excitement.

'Oh no, young lady You are not scaring (Y/N) with one on your B rated Horror films!"

"But Dad-"

"No, buts, Gos"
"Hey Drake" You call from across the room. "It's okay if Gos picks, I don't mind scary movies."

Gosalyn beamed "Keen gear! You're my favorite!" And before her dad could argue she had slipped the movie in.

A while later you were regretting your decision. Gosalyn had chosen to watch 'Biker Zombies from Wormwood Creek'. You were now seeing chainsaw wielding Cannibals, attacking a hoard of Motorcycle riding Zombies.

Launchpad had called it a night, a few minutes into the movies, looking green(Which was no wonder, that guy could really eat). Gosalyn had claimed one blue chair, which left you and Drake sharing the other.

At one point during the movie, the chainsaw cannibals leaped out from a hiding spot, and you screamed, hiding your face in the closest thing, which happened to be Drake's shirt.

You froze in place, when the terror of the moment had passed, and you'd come to you senses. A second passed. Then another. And then you felt Drake's arm wrap around you shoulders in a comforting manner. You stayed in that position for a minute before coming out and leaning your head against Drake's shoulder, blushing.

Perhaps this movie wasn't all that bad.

You yawned and sat up, blinking. Blearily you looked at the television screen. The credits were rolling and you realized you must have fallen asleep at some point. Looking around you could see that both Drake and Gosalyn were also asleep.

You stretched your arms, accidentally bumping a mouse stature on the table that separated the two chairs. There was a feeling of spinning and then blackness.

To be continued...