Neb: I do not own Ducktales. Now I will tell each of the Duck Family member's stories of how they met Vincent and what he did that affected them in some way. I hope you all enjoy, I'm going to be releasing a bunch of chapters at once here.

Louie's Flashback

"How could he say no?", Louie complained as he headed towards the Sunchaser with Launchpad, Manny, and Owlson. "He didn't even know what I was offering him?" Louie had just become the richest Duck in the world. So far, he had spent a ton of money on an ottoman, recovered that money by shutting down magical defenses, and was now on his way to Falcon Island because there was commotion there ever since he shut down the defense budget. Louie remembered the conversation he had with Vincent earlier that morning.

"You see, I've seen you put your best foot forward for little results time and again," Louie remembered himself stating. I think it's time you accept a job that gives you better pay. What do you say? Do you want to work for me?"

"No," the memory of Vincent simply stated.

It made Louie boil, not that he was told no, but the fact that Vincent didn't even hear him out.

"Maybe he knew you were going to drag him out to an uncharted Island," Owlson rolled her eyes.

"I wasn't going to make him come along," Louie argued. "He would have been super useful for this sure, but I know Vincent's luck... it's not great."

"Then why hire him?", Launchpad wondered.

"That's none of your business," Louie grumbled. Louie remembered when he had spoken to Vincent after Vincent returned from his trip with Scrooge. He was mad that Scrooge let Vincent keep a silver letter opener, even though Scrooge never let Louie keep anything from an adventure.

"Maybe have an adventure of your own," the memory of Vincent suggest. "See what you yield from it."

"Too much work. Not to mention you're the prime example of why these adventures never gives back any prophet."

Louie shook his head to get out of his flashback. "It doesn't matter, if he doesn't want to work for the largest company in the world, that's his fault. Either way, I am never sticking my neck out for him again!"

"Don't you think you're being a little dramatic," Owlson wondered.

"Oh, don't call me dramatic. I'm the richest duck in the world! If Vincent thinks he can make it on his own, then who am I to stop him?"

"Starting to sound like he has the right idea," Owlson muttered to herself.

Louie sat next to Scrooge after having narrowly escaping with his life against the Bombie. The two of them stood up and followed the Bombie as he simply walked away. Louie had given Scrooge back his riches, but even more so the two of them had learned humility facing a creature that couldn't be beaten with brute strength or bribery.

"So, you're not super mad at me?", Louie wondered.

"Lad," Scrooge begun. "If this is the worse damage you did as the richest duck in the world. Then everything is fine."

Louie was happy to hear that. There were a ton of broken signs and buildings, the plane had a hole torn in it, Launchpad got hurt, Louie got nearly drowned falling out of a plane, and Falcon Island had was blown up thanks to dropping a satellite on it. But, at least Scrooge wasn't mad at him. "Really, because I caused a lot of damage."

"Aye lad, yes you did."

"I can't believe Vincent was right this whole time." Louie thought to himself. He remembered Vincent's original argument with him about climbing too high, too quickly.

"People generally climb high only to fall," the memory of Vincent explained. "But you would be leaping to your inevitable fall instead."

Louie grumbled at that thought, not that it mattered anymore. He was no longer the richest duck in the world, and he had to accept that. Someday he'd push to become rich again, but once he's older and more experienced.

End of Louie's Flashback

"So yeah, it was a humiliating experience, but you were technically right in the end. Though I don't give you points for being vague."

"It sounds like I described it perfectly," Vincent argued. "What do you mean vague?"

"Your metaphor about falling, that could have applied to any situation."

"I wasn't talking about any situation though," Vincent shook his head. "I was talking about the loss of your company."

"You didn't know I'd be running McDuck enterprises, or anything about a Bombie."

"Whatever," Vincent rolled his eyes. "What was the point of this tidbit? There wasn't any magical friendship moments like the other's stories. I didn't even jump into danger to save your life either."

"Nope, you let me fail on my own," Louie nodded. "And that was worth way more than any explosion you could have blocked. At the end of that day, there was no hard feelings. You called me your friend."

"Friends, family," Vincent repeated those words. "All of your stories is against everything I've been taught. Don't get me wrong, I believe each and every one of you. You can't make this stuff up. But I don't understand what changed in me to have me accept all of this. It's like I'm a completely different person."

"You learned humility like I did," Louie yelled.

Vincent was caught off guard by that. "Humility? Really, that's your answer."

"It wasn't something you learned between fourteen and sixteen," Louie explained. "You were prideful when we met you. You didn't like Scrooge, you judged people, and your only redeeming quality was you didn't want to hurt Webby. But over time after getting knocked on your butt over and over again, you learned to be humble. You stopped complaining about stuff being handed to you and you finally accepted that you needed help."

"And what good is needing help anymore?", Vincent wondered. "Without my powers I can't even give anything back."

"You don't need to," Louie sighed. "None of us want anything from you. We just want to help you, for nothing in return."