Neb: Ok, this is my second Ducktales fanfic with a new OC. I'm not abandoning the last one, but we might be getting to the end of it pretty soon, so I figured I'd start up one with another character idea. Of course I don't own any of the characters in Ducktales and I may not have them entirely in character, though I will try. I mean I've seen 2017 Ducktales like four different times, so they should be pretty close. Anyways, let's move on to the lore.
The night was cold like other nights. It was winter after all. A boy duck, age thirteen with blue eyes and white feathers was out in the cold hiding in a cardboard box with a blanket wrapped around himself in order to keep himself warm. People would occasionally confuse the boy as homeless and drop a wad of cash nearby him so he could get by. Of course his father would see it and take the money and gamble it away. It sucked, out of all the guardians he could have gotten, it was the useless old man who didn't care what happened to the boy. At first everything was great, well not great. His mother had passed when he was eight and he was then brought to the old man who started off as nice. He didn't know the old man had a gambling addiction or even what a gambling addiction was at the time. They lived in a run down apartment, but everything seemed fine otherwise. Then loan sharks started knocking on the old mans door, and suddenly the pieces all fell into place. He and the old man would have to work in various establishments owned by the loan sharks in order to settle the monthly debts, they'd even make a little on the side out of tips. But then the old man would go right back to the Gambling Den and start betting it all away. They needed it for more important things, food, water, rent. The boy groaned when he saw a cup full of twenty dollar bills dropped in front of his box.
A woman wearing a green fur coat nodded to him before heading off.
"I don't need it," the boy stated. It fell on deaf ears as usual, people would tell him his pride would get him killed. On cue, his father, the old man, exited the Gambling Den and headed down the street to him.
"Oh look what we have here," the old man grinned as he lifted the cup. "Almost two hundred dollars. Good work kiddo."
"Why hasn't child services taken me yet?", the boy wondered allowed.
The old man laughed assuming the boy was joking. "As witty as ever ya little brat. I'll hang onto this cash for now and we can try my luck again tomorrow."
"You have no luck," the boy argued.
The old man didn't take that as a joke this time. "Of course I do," the man scoffed. "The loan sharks are always willing to pay so long as we can work it off, the roof is still over our heads, people still keep giving your scrawny little tail money, and I keep getting more chances to make it big. Don't worry about tonight's loss, I'll get them next time."
"Can you leave me at home for that one," the boy grumbled.
"And miss out on the random passerby's cash," the old man laughed and then coughed. "Man it's freezing out here."
"That's what I've been saying," the boy yelled.
"Don't you raise your voice at me kid," the old man smacked him. "I'm the one keeping a roof over your head and food in your belly."
"I put in more work then you do," the boy argued some more as he rubbed the side of his cheek. Though he knew it would still fall on deaf ears.
"You have to in order to keep that roof over your head," the old man scoffed. "Blame your mum for dropping you off in Duckburg of all places."
Tears welled up in the boys eyes as he thought of his mother. "It's not her fault."
"There's only two people in this town who can get by," the old man pointed out. "Flintheart Glomgold and Scrooge McDuck. Everyone else is either struggling or just doing OK. All the wealth is held up by two individuals. But I'm going to make it big, and I'll show you. I'll show everyone that I was meant to be one of the greats, just like them."
"I don't care about any of that," the boy stated. "Let's just go home." The old man glared back at him, and he was sure he was going to get hit again.
"Whatever Vincent," the old man stated. "If you have a better idea of making money, you can put in the work and do it yourself."
"I will," the boy growled. "I'll do it better than you."
The old man kicked the kid next and then turned around to walk back to their apartment. "You know what, spend the night out here if your going to be a little smart ass. I'll be back for you tomorrow."
"D-dad, I'm sorry," the boy straightened up. "Don't leave me out..." He watched at the old man already had disappeared into the distance. He could go to the apartment and bang on the old man's door like he did last time, but chances are the kid was going to have to sleep at the public library tonight. He sighed before getting up off the ground, brushing himself off and heading down the street. Lights were turning off everywhere as businesses begun to close down. As he made his way to the library, a light shined on him that wasn't there the last couple times he had gone down this road in the middle of the night. He turned to see a shop that called itself Artifact in big LED lights. The boy saw the shop was still opened and decided to check it out. Even though he didn't have money.
"Welcome," a white duck woman spoke up to him. She had read curly hair and dark brown eyes. She wore a black dress and had crystals dangling all over her body. "This is Artifact, the magic shop."
"I've never seen this shop before," the boy stated. "Is it new?"
"To this town yes," the woman stated. "I am Madame Aurora. Mistress of the path of Chaos."
"Chaos? Interesting pitch?"
"You are an intelligent boy," the woman smiled. "Yet skeptical, I suppose that's fair. Though my doors wouldn't open up to you if you didn't have the gift."
The boy stared back at her and then shook his head. He turned to leave the shop, but she stopped him.
"It's cold out tonight," the woman stated. "Rest here free of charge and we can see to a more permanent residence for you."
"I have a permanent residence," the boy responded.
"You actually believe that," the woman sighed as she checked his palm. "But my readings never lie, you are in need of a new living situation."
"Are you going to start giving me money out of pity now?", the boy spat. "Or are you going to make me work here in exchange for rent."
"Now there's a good idea," the woman stated. "Though my condition is you learn from me as well. I can see the natural talent you have behind your palm. Your aura reeks of untapped power."
"What are you talking about?", the boy opened the door again, but saw the blizzard had gotten worse. He sighed before closing the door. "I suppose I have little choice."
"For now," the woman stated. "But don't worry, the storm will pass and you will be able to chose your destiny for yourself. For now, place your destiny in my hands and we will unlock the the very fabrics of reality itself through the powers of Chaos and Order."