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citadelspires · 3 years

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Ducktales AU Concept Because My Brain Runs On Concepts I Can’t Finish:

Dewey actually waits for the signal to start the boat and they actually leave for Cape Suzette without Donald finding out. He believes they’re ready to be left alone for small periods at a time and while he is still hired on with Glomgold the obvious complications there happen and he simply just goes back to whatever he was doing, because Scrooge wasn’t reinvigorated by the kids and never ended up going to Atlantis in the first place. Cut to the ambiguously set point of over a year later, and we get the return of Della from the moon, but to a drastically different world than the one she comes back to in the show. (For the sake of the au I’m just gonna say the moon invasion doesn’t happen cause the point of this is to focus on the characters and the imminent and impossible to stop moon threat would actually be impossible to stop in this au). I’m just gonna go through the characters and where they’d be at in this setting.

The first, and arguably one of the most affected is Scrooge: He never got back into adventuring due to the absence of the kids pushing him back into the business. He continues to be profitable and avoid Glomgold’s attempts on his life but he’s generally less cheery and interested in the world than he is in the show. He cares about money and he only cares about money. Everything and everyone else are a second thought to him. Like she does in canon Della makes for McDuck Manor immediately upon return to earth only to find that the only one waiting for her is Scrooge. He opens the door to find her and his initial reaction is joy at seeing her but a secondary reaction he feels poking at the back of his mind is one of shame that this is the state he’s in for her to return to, particularly when she asks him where her kids are and he just tells her he doesn’t know. There’s a look of betrayal in her eyes when she realizes that he just abandoned everyone and cut off every aspect of the life he used to have and she doesn’t even try to hide it. Scrooge wants to offer to come with her to find them but something holds him back and he doesn’t. She runs off to find them herself and despite everything he wants to the contrary Scrooge just goes to his office like he would any other day, knowing that the person he’s been missing for over ten years now is finally returned after he thought she was dead and here he is acting like nothing is different.

Launchpad is fun because he never has any reason for Scrooge to find out he’s a pilot. He tries to mention it to Scrooge occasionally, like we see in the first episode, but just like in that episode he’s always ignored. Not that Scrooge would have any adventures for Launchpad to take him to anyway. So Launchpad continues being nothing but Scrooge’s driver. And that’s enough for him because he’s Launchpad you know? And he still looks up to Scrooge a lot, but he’s never given the opportunity to grow close to him, or anyone really. Fittingly enough for Launchpad, he’s just been living life on autopilot for a couple years, not really expecting anything to ever change.

Webby has two distinct directions you can go and I chose to go for the sadder one. She continues to be shut in the mansion. I choose to take her speech in the first episode about how she hasn’t ever left literally and say that Beakley kept her there her entire life. The possible other direction I mentioned is one where she only grows more anxious and hopeful to see the outside world and she’s basically just even Webbier than she already is. But that’s less angsty and enjoyable for me to mess with so instead I’m gonna go with she hit this wall at some point in the year or so between when she would have met HDL and when Della comes back from the moon. The weight of being alone starts to get to her and she starts to wonder if all her optimism and hopes are just a poor defense system put up to let her pretend she’s gonna have a better future than the life she’s got. She also makes continuous attempts to interact with Scrooge but the more he lets age settle in and distance himself from adventures the less she feels engaged with his existence. He starts to feel to her not like an idol or a model to live her life by but like a living, breathing symbol of how her hopes and positivity are shallow and baseless. Cause Scrooge McDuck was the only thing that kept her going for years and this is nothing like the hero she read about. But that’s the thing. She’s only really read about him. As far as anything heroic goes. So she reaches the final breaking point of all of this and decides that Scrooge is a fake and leaves behind her signature bright, bubbly attitude on life. This is the state she’s in when the story starts, to the point where a scene happens at some point after she gets drawn into the plot where she’s been outside of the manor now and Dewey offers her a hamburger and she says it looks disgusting.

Lena never got the chance to become friends with Webby and get her route into McDuck Manor. But that also means she never got the chance to learn about being good from the literal goodest person in the universe. She isn’t interested in doing the right thing and not hurting Scrooge or anything she’s just following Magica’s orders cause that’s what she’s being forced to do. But as part of the whole thing where she hasn’t got an in route into the manor she also hasn’t gotten any means of being successful in really any capacity in this endeavor. As a result Magica has... not. been kind to her. So while she isn’t evil she’s been living as magica’s meat puppet with the witch constantly in her head tormenting her for her failures for months on end and she was already morally ambiguous to begin with. So she’d take out Magica in a heartbeat if she could but there’s nothing that says she wouldn’t just explode afterwards.

Mark Beaks never had his B.U.D.D.Y. contested because Launchpad was never told about the self driving car and even if he had been he didn’t have the standing with Scrooge to make a difference and he didn’t have Dewey to help him make the declaration. As a result the product went up without any hitches. It was a massive success until BulbTech kicked in, turned evil, and suddenly it wasn’t. Anyone who could afford a B.U.D.D.Y. was using one, and the results were catastrophic. Not even Beaks had enough good press and money to pay for all that. He narrowly avoided prison but he was never taken seriously or given any chances to build up a company again. He still lives his life stealing technology and messing with inventions as he always did but now he does it a lot more illegally, a lot more dangerously, and a lot less sanely. Most devastatingly though, he gets like, no good press. People won’t even be caught dead following his twitter. He’s living his worst nightmare and he’s going to do whatever it takes to change that.

Gyro fires Fenton for leaking BulbTech on the internet and never looks back. He continues the work that Scrooge wants him to do and Fenton never drives him to push the envelope or do anything even close to what Gizmoduck becomes. He continues with his own dangerous projects and ideas but he does play it safe for some time. He’s content to just be making stuff, and Scrooge is content to just have stuff made for him. But he also never really gets to unleash that, well, part of Gearloose where he’s got a gear loose and it seems like he might just snap and make something really wild any day now.

Fenton never had to become Gizmoduck that iconic first time, so he just. Didn’t. The armor was left in its development phase as it was, and Fenton was never even considered to be the man in the suit when it reached testing. And it was only used for the menial tasks Gyro originally designed it for, as Fenton was the only one who had come up with the idea to use it for Gizmoduck at all, and he’s not there anymore, not that Gyro would listen to him anyway. Though it wasn’t as if Scrooge was in any state of mind to be hiring any superheroes in the first place. So Fenton continues trying to find some way to make a difference in the world with his intelligence but it... never really pans out.

Drake gets the role in the Darkwing movie, as in canon, as Scrooge is still interested enough in money to listen to the proposition for the film and try it out. The visit Launchpad has with Jim goes as his visits always do, and the fact that Dewey isn’t there to assist with Launchpad and attract Jim’s attention means Jim just gives up and leaves as soon as Launchpad faints, not even listening to what Drake is trying to tell him. So Jim never finds out about the movie until it’s already released, and Drake experiences no opposition in the filming, barely even remembering his one interaction with Launchpad at all. Scrooge cuts the budget for the finale but lets the movie go through anyway, despite his better judgement, mostly because he already spent the money. It’s a commercial and critical disaster and Drake’s acting career never gets off the ground, and he never has the inspiration to become Darkwing for real.

Donald continues to live just as we see him in the first episode, doing his best to support his kids while bouncing from job to job because he just can’t hold one down for any length of time. Life is hard for him but it’s the same as he’s always known it for the past ten years so he’s used to it, and having the kids with him is always enough for him.

Huey continues to make a name for himself in the Junior Woodchucks (i.e. robotics champion four years running) but he never really gets the chance to light the fire under his curiosity and love of knowledge. He learns as much as he can but it’s only as much as he’s ever been told he can. He learns within the boundaries of school and the Junior Woodchucks and that’s kind of enough for him because he never considers how much he could learn beyond the boundaries of how things have always worked.

Dewey is as desperate to be famous and appreciated as he always is, and Dewey DewNight is most certainly still a thing, but it’s even less viewed and interesting than it is in canon. He’s not letting himself get disheartened but he looks at the way Donald lives on a boat and can’t hold a job and wonders if that’s what he’s gonna be someday. If despite all of his efforts and aspirations he’s going to end up falling at every turn and there’ll just be nothing he can dew about it. He doesn’t let it weigh him down too much but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t keep him up at night sometimes.

Louie is actually doing amazing. He’s living his best life. He’s lazy and scheme-y, still doing things like plotting that venture to Cape Suzette we see in that first episode, but he never has to wonder about his usefulness or place in the family, cause it’s just him, Dewey, and Huey, along with Donald. Donald is unemployed half the time, Huey is gonna be some big genius scientist guy sure, and maybe Dewey’s gonna get big someday but right now they’re just kids, and there’s absolutely nothing that makes Louie feel like that’s not enough. He doesn’t do as much here, there’s not any schemes that will make him rich or any Louie Inc, but the seeds of those ideas are still in his soul somewhere, he’ll find them when he needs them he’s pretty sure.

And that’s all the characters that I can think of to get into off the top of my head. I really just did this for fun so I don’t know if I’ll ever be doing anything else with it but these are all the ideas I got. Feel free to ask me about them or anything I’m just havin fun with it.

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mighty-ant · 4 years

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Fenton with 2 or 10 perhaps?

Be Careful What You Wish For

When Drake receives a call from Gizmoduck there’s only one question on his mind.

“How’d you get this number?”

His bitterest rival chuckles weakly. “Uh...Launchpad gave it to me?”

Drake pinches the bridge of his beak with a sigh, setting down the knife he was using to dice onions. He makes a mental reminder to tell his partner not to hand out his SHUSH-issued phone number so willy-nilly (especially not to this ninny). He also makes a mental reminder to change his phone number at his earliest convenience.

“Well, what do you want?”

“I have sensitive information that I need to discuss with you in person,” Gizmoduck says, sounding about as suspicious as a person can sound. “Meet me on the roof of the old Glomgold cannery by the wharf in one hour.”

“I’m making dinner,” Drake responds, affronted. Immediately, he covers his eyes in mortification. He seriously couldn’t have said he was fighting mobsters or anything even a little more pressing? Maybe an aggressive soccer mom?

“Please, Darkwing,” Gizmoduck says, and there’s no exaggerated cadence this time. Gizmoduck sounds young and scared. “I wouldn’t ask if this wasn’t important.”

Drake muffles the phone against his shoulder and groans, annoyed and drawn out. He puts the phone back up to his ear after a good fifteen seconds.

“Fine,” he spits, and hangs up. Turning around to scrape the onions into the trash, he shouts in the direction of his apartment’s living room, “Gos, looks like you can order pizza after all!”

It’s bitterly cold on the roof of the cannery. As Drake stomps his feet in the vain hope of warming up, he considers all the ways he can get back at Gizmoduck for this. How much would he have to pay Gyro to fill the robotic menace’s helmet with shaving cream, or some sort of toxic chemical?

This part of town is abandoned, the streetlights few and far in between. The only way he can tell Gizmoduck is approaching is by the whirr of his helmetcopter, a faint buzz that steadily grows in volume the nearer he comes. He emerges from the darkness with his armor gleaming silver in the moonlight, and Drake quietly fumes over how effortlessly impressive his entrance was.

“So?” Drake snaps when Gizmoduck’s scarcely landed, before he can even retract the helmet copter. “What did you drag me out here for?”

Gizmoduck usually poses an unreadable, imposing figure with his face half obscured and the sheer bulk of his armor. Even the campy voice he uses doesn’t detract from his sheer presence, not that Drake would ever admit that even under pain of death.

Darkness doesn’t made Gizmoduck’s emotions any easier to read, but his posture speaks volumes. On occasion, Drake has caught Gizmoduck nervously wringing his hands, even encased in armor, or rubbing the back of his neck. It’s...endearing, to say the least.

Drake doesn’t see any of that now. Gizmoduck’s shoulders are bowed, as though he really is carrying the weight of Duckburg on his back like the news pundits keep praising him for. His features are cast in shadow until he turns and looks out over the marina. In the silver light of the moon his visor glows iridescent.

He’s never seen Gizmoduck so silent before.

Ignoring the yawning pit opening in his stomach, Drake does what he does best; snark.

“Not that I don’t love freezing my tail feathers off on a dark roof, I assume there is a reason you called me here?”

“Right,” Gizmoduck says, a chuckle falling flat. “Sorry. Um. I just wanted you to know the...the city’s yours. I won’t be getting in your way anymore.”

Wind whips across the rooftops, through the half dozen feet between them, utterly chilling. Far off in the marina buoys ding and a seagull cries. Drake’s mind shuts down and reboots.

“What?”

Drake stomps over to Gizmoduck, standing by the building’s edge. “I’m I hearing you right? You’re quitting? Being Gizmoduck?”

His voice is the quietest Drake’s ever heard it, so quiet the wind almost whisks it away. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“Why?” Drake demands, unaccountably furious. “Did you get tired of the constant praise heaped on you by your adoring fans? Have you had enough of all your exploits dominating the 24 hour news cycle? Were you trending one too many dozen times?”

Gizmoduck laughs, a short, hoarse sound that doesn’t sound like him. “I thought you’d be happy to see me gone. I know you don’t like me.”

“I wanted to beat you!” Drake snaps, getting right in Gizmoduck’s face, or at least at chest height. He jabs at the crimson insignia on the armor’s chest piece. “I want what you have, what you’re carelessly throwing away! Do you know how hard it is to do something that matters and have people care about? To have them see it?”

Gizmoduck pushes his hand away. “Of course I do,” he says, voice going hard. “I was nobody before I became Gizmoduck.”

“Then why are you throwing it away?” Drake insists.

“Because I’ll put people in danger if I stay!” he retorts. The fire that had briefly returned to Gizmoduck, made him capable of yelling right back in Drake’s face, visibly goes out. His voice goes hollow. “My...the girl I was...was sorta seeing, she’s...she’s F.O.W.L.”

Drake takes a startled step back.

“She knows my secret identity. But she’s promised to keep it a secret if I step down. F.O.W.L. will never know.”

“Bullfeathers!” Drake snarls. “You’re abandoning the city, just like that? Did being Duckburg’s savior mean that little to you?”

“It means everything to me,” Gizmoduck bites out, bending at the waist to get in Drake’s face. “All I’ve ever wanted to do was help people. But I’m no help as Gizmoduck! Half the city already knows who I am. You’re probably the only one who doesn’t.”

“If everyone already knows who you are—”

Gizmoduck straightens. “There’s a 89% chance F.O.W.L. knows too,” he finishes, tone colorless.

Drake throws his hands out at his sides. “If that’s the case, then why bother!”

“How can I help anyone when these villains will just follow me home and hurt the people I care about?” Gizmoduck challenged. “If I’m out of the way, they’ll be safe.”

“Or they’ll go after your family anyway!” Drake says. “They’re supervillains, it’s kind of in their nature to lie.”

“I didn’t ask you here to debate you, Darkwing,” Gizmoduck says, sounding haggard. “I came to say goodbye.” He turns his back on Drake, leaving him sputtering in the dark. “I’m sorry we could never be friends. But hey, you’re finally gonna get what you wanted.”

Gizmoduck deploys his rocket boosters and looks back over his shoulder as they hum to life. His visor catches the moonlight at an angle, and Drake sees his eyes for the first time.

“You beat me. Fair and square.”

With a great expulsion of smoke and fire, Gizmoduck’s boosters burst to life and carry him away from the rooftop in a matter of seconds, leaving a black trail in his wake.

#ant writes #prompt 2 #gizmoduck #darkwing duck #future fic #ducktales 2017 #FOWL

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lorewytch · 5 years

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Return to Shadows Part 2

Authors Notes: I have this pretty much finished by now. I figured I’d post the second part here and on AO3. It’s going to be a 3 parter and I’ll post the third part when I finish it up. But I wanted to post something. I felt bad for not posting much. But, when you hit a wall its usually best to step back and let your mind rest. Forcing it like I was trying to do wasn’t helping at all. Blarg. Anyway, onto part 2! Hope you like!

The next morning, Lore awoke with a start. Finding herself in an unfamiliar room, she recounted yesterdays events and quickly left the mysterious room behind her. Closing the door behind her, she raced down the streets, The drive to find Scrooge again was burning brighter and she felt more determined than ever. Maybe he could help her find the anomaly as well.

Wait…

What was she thinking?

Slowing to a stop, Lore blew a piece of pink hair from her face. “ I can’t do that.” She shook her head with a grin.

Still….turning her head towards the city once more. She realized she had no other options now. Rushing through the city streets. She passed by several people, rushing around and trying to find any hint of where Scrooge lived.

A sudden yelling before her directed her attention as a strange duck whizzed past within some kind of armor suit. Blinking, Lore cautiously turned back to see the duck android was heading towards a building. Eyes widening, she spun and ran as fast as she could to try to stop the collision that was to take place. Arms out, her hands began to glow purple, realizing that she wouldn’t make it in time.

Yelping, Fenton quickly yelled. “Not good!” he activated his jet pack and up he flew, barely dodging the skyscraper. Lore quickly stopped, sighing in relief.

Then his jetpack ran out of fuel.

“Uh oh..” was his only comment as plummeted back to earth.

“Are you kidding me?” Lore sighed, holding up her arms, she focused her magic and her hands began to glow.

Fenton watched, eyes wide as he began to glow purple and was slowly set down to earth by a young girl duck dressed in purple with long rose colored hair.

Once he was safely down to earth, she glanced nervously around. Seeing a few eyes gazing at her with open mouths.

“Not good.” She whispered and quickly ran off, Fenton blinked.

Quickly he ducked behind a building and changed out of his Gizmoduck suit and chased in the direction the girl went.

Lore was running blindly at this point, using magic probably wasn’t such a good idea. Her cover was blown and honestly she doubted the guy was in real danger.

Still…she could never stand by and watch someone get hurt, even if it was kind of part of her duty as a dimensional witch not to interfere in any of the other worlds affairs. She rushed by a park and junkyard. Dodging behind an apartment complex and through another intersection before she finally started to slow down and sighed softly. Leaning against a nearby light pole, she looked around and wondered where she could go from there.

“Great, now I’m more lost than before. How am I ever going to find Scrooge now?” She sighed and crossed her arms.

“Scrooge? As in Scrooge McDuck?” A out of breath voice asked behind her. Jumping, Lore spun around to see a man approach her, looking winded.

Blinking, she took a step back and twirled her hair a bit on her finger. “Um, yes. You wouldn’t happen to know where he lives by chance right?”

He crossed his arms and looked at her skeptically. “That depends. What do you want with Scrooge?”

Lore bit her beak. “Welllll…” She paused and scratched the back of her head.

The brown feathered duck sighed, brushing back his hair and took a step back. “Look if you won’t tell me, fine. But if you are some villain-“

Lore blinked. “No that’s not it!”

He gave her a look that said he knew more than she was letting on. “I saw that magic trick you did over there with Gizmoduck.” He smirked.

Lore froze. “You…saw…wait, Gizmoduck? What kind of name is that?” she shook away the comment. “That’s not the issue here.” She reminded herself.

“I can’t let anyone with magic just wander over to McDuck Manor you know.” He stated, bravely approaching her.

Lore crossed her arms across her chest. “Would you believe me if I said I’m a good witch?” She raised an eyebrow.

Fenton paused and frowned at this. “I suppose….but I still want to know why you need to talk to Scrooge.”

Lore again looked nervous. “I….need to ask him to find something for me.” She finally admitted. “I’m sorry but I can’t say more than that..”

He studied her for a second. He sighed, “Okay…I’ll take you.”

“You will?” She beamed. “Thank you so much Mr….” She fished for his name.

“Fenton, Fenton CrackShell Cabrera!”

She reached over and gave him a hug, which surprised the scientist. “Thank you so much!” she felt so relieved to have finally found a way to talk to Scrooge.

“Ah, yeah..” He awkwardly pulled away with a chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck. Glancing around, he pointed behind him. “You actually weren’t that far off. Follow me..” He turned and started to walk. Lore followed him happily, glancing around the world curiously. Keeping her eyes peeled for anything strange or unusual.

Well.. besides herself of course.

They made it to McDuck Manor rather uneventfully. Fenton pressed the button and spoke into the intercom. Taking a step back, Lore’s eyes widened at the scene before her at what lay beyond the gates.

“Oh…..my….duck.” Lore whispered, admiring the large mansion and peacocks.

Fenton smirked a bit and chuckled. “Yeah, kind of overwhelming right? Well they are expecting you! Good luck!” he waved and walked away.

Lore steeled herself, swallowing and starting the long walk towards McDuck manor.

She soon got lost trying to find the front door. She followed the path of course, but it split into several areas and she took the wrong one, somehow ending up in the backyard. She saw a life size boat lounging in the pool. Which had sadly seen better days. A young male duck was quacking away, fixing things up to the best of his ability. Lore quickly hid herself behind a topiary and glanced at the duck. Soon four children came pouring out from the mansion. Those same kids she saw in the broadcast earlier that day. The three boys seemed to be begging the older duck for something. While the young girl was staring at the pool with a longing expression in her eyes. But once the boys turned back to her she was all smiles and laughed, jumping up and running off with them.

The male duck in the sailor suit shook his head and smiled. As he glanced up, his eyes were instantly drawn to Lore who had peeked too far around the large bush in the planter. She froze as their eyes met and taking a step back, she slipped on some water and let out a cry as she fell back and hit the ground.

“Watch-“ Donald reached out towards the teen girl but winced as she hit the ground roughly. He groaned.

Great, what next will happen?

Somehow, Donald managed to convince her to get on his boat so he could tend to her scratch on her arm.

“Really, I’m fine…Donald was it?” Lore smiled at the other, but he gave her a look that made her instantly shut her mouth. It was like being back home with her own father.

So she let him wrap the bandage around her arm to stop the bleeding.

“So, who are you?”

Well he got right to the point huh?

“Um, names Lore.” She smiled slightly. “I’m here to talk to Scroo- Mr McDuck.” She corrected herself.

Donald didn’t look surprised. “Of course, that old man always has visitors.” He raised an eyebrow a bit. “But what would a teen girl want with Scrooge?” He had become weary since the whole Lena thing about unknown teens.

Lore shifted uncomfortably a bit and winced as Donald tied it tightly. Pulling away from her finally he stood with his arms crossed.

Her smile was soft as she stood up. “I just need to ask for his help to find something…”

“Something?” Donald tilted his head to the side.

She closed her eyes.

She couldn’t answer that and he noticed her pained expression. He glanced around, trying to think of what he could say next. This girl was certainly strange. The hair color, while not too strange in todays age was still a beacon of the unusual. And most mythical creatures had odd appearances to begin with.

Also..

He could faintly detect some magic. Unfortunately, he was too rusty to really tell if she truly did have magic or held something magical with her, but it made him uneasy.

“Are these your boys?” Lore asked, pointing to the pictures hanging near the staircase.

She was smiling at them, as if lost within her own memories.

Donald studied her a bit a longer before nodding. “Yeah, Huey, Dewey and Louie.” He pointed each out with pride. “I raised them since they hatched. They may be my sisters eggs, but I raised them. They are my pride and joy.”

Lore looked shocked at this, but her reaction quickly melted away to a sad smile. “That’s amazing. They are so lucky to have such a wonderful guardian like you.”

Donald blinked. “I’m the lucky one. Those boys saved me when I was at my lowest. They are what keeps me going. No matter what I have to do, I will protect them.” His calm demeanor quickly morphed into a cautious and weary expression and Lore felt herself take a step back.

His determined stance remained as it was on the bottom of the staircase, blocking her only way out.

“Lore, was it?” He stared into her eyes. “Are you here to hurt my family?”

“What? No!” Lore quickly denied this, sweeping her arm before her in a horizontal motion. “I promise I just need Scrooge to help me find a anom-“ She broke off, realizing she almost gave it away and spun around. “Oh geez Lore, just tell him everything why don’t you?” She self chastised. “Hello, I’m Lore a dimensional witch here to save worlds from bytes, time paradoxes, RRRRips, black holes, World killers and other such craziness that can destroy a world!”

…………………………………..

“You know I heard everything you just said didn’t you?”

“Ah phooey.” She groaned.

She started to sweat as she turned back and he was looking at her now with scrutiny. It was rather hard to stand and she wanted to just run away. But he was blocking her path and it was quickly becoming quite hot in the room.

Then her stomach growled.

Of course….

She hadn’t had anything to eat.

“Let’s talk after we eat.” Donald turned away from her, walking to the kitchen and slowly and cautiously Lore followed. Sitting down at the nearby booth she swallowed a lump in her throat and grasped her hands together. It had been a while since anyone had really discovered her identity.

She wasn’t sure how much he heard but it was enough to make her worry about this world. True, usually when she left all traces of her existence vanished from the world.

But she still had to be careful about affecting too much in the present.

Lore briefly heard a couple of explosions and some quacks from the other room. Smoke poured into the room and she blinked.

“Ah, Donald you okay?” She called.

“Fine..” was his exasperated reply and the smoke started to diminish. Lore was just about to relax a bit again when a random scream echoed through the kitchen accompanied by a knife flying through the doorway and sticking into the wall near Lore’s head.

What…just happened?

Quickly getting up, she ran to the kitchen to see Donald somehow pinned to the ground with several kitchen utensils. Luckily nothing cut through him and she managed to dislodge the duck from the floor.

“Does this happen often?” She inquired.

“……More than you think.” Was his reply as he sighed and continued cooking.

Lore was rather afraid for the ducks safety at this point so she stayed in the room, watching him cook.

It was still awkwardly quiet after that.

They finally sat down and ate, Lore carefully studying the room and taking in as much as she could of this world.

It was painfully silent, Lore glancing at the other every now and again.

She took a drink of juice.

“So, you are a dimensional witch?”

Spit take anyone?

Coughing and nearly choking from inhaling said juice, Lore concentrated on breathing before answering his question. “You certainly don’t hold anything back.”

“When you are related to Scrooge, Villains are around every corner. Doesn’t hurt to be careful.” Donald shrugged and stood up, taking the empty plates.

Lore sighed. “Well, that sums it up. I go to different worlds and fix them as it were. If there’s something alien, something not supposed to be here…it could tear the world apart.” She paused. “This is the first time I’ve been to the same world twice in such a short time though.”

Donald blinked, turning to her. “Twice?”

“Yeah..although last time was quite a while ago here….things sure have changed.” She smiled brightly. Standing up, she walked over to a picture of all of them together. “Scrooge seems so much happier than when I last saw him. And with a family.”

Donald’s expression was slightly sad, but relieved in a way. Catching his eye, she glanced at him curiously. “Donald?”

He reached out and grasped onto the family portrait. Looking down on it he sighed. “It hasn’t been all roses and daisies. But, you are right.” He smiled up at her. “We are a family. Me, Scrooge, the boys, Webby, Mrs B and Launchpad..”

Lore nodded rapidly with a smile.

“I just wish things with Magica could have ended differently..” he said sadly and put the photo down.

Lore was startled by the name, she had seen the woman yesterday after all. “Magica?”

Donald looked up, a heartbreaking expression on his face before he shook his head and looked away. “She was trying to steal Scrooge’s dime, trapped him inside. She even killed her Niece, Lena in front of all of us. Granted, Lena was a shadow originally. But, she didn’t deserve that. Lena saved Webby and Dewey.” Gritting his beak, he shook his head.

Lore thought about this. This Lena girl was a shadow? But she died? She sacrificed herself for the kids? That hurt her heart more than she cared to admit.

“Anyway…” Donald turned away, sighing. “I just wish Lena was here too, she is a part of this family as well.”

“I’m sorry..for your loss.” Lore said softly, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “But you can be there for the others. They need you Donald.”

“I know, who else would protect the kids against my Uncles crazy adventures.” The sailor duck snorted.

Lore laughed a bit. “That’s the spirit!” she danced and spun around. He eyed her for a brief moment.

“Where is your family Lore?” He asked out of the blue. She froze. She relaxed and forced a smile.

“Well, they aren’t around anymore you see.” She hummed. “But it’s okay. Its part of the gig with being a dimensional witch.” She looked out a nearby window. “Every power has a price after all.”

Donald opened his mouth to speak but an unbearable noise suddenly echoed outside.

Wincing, both held their hands to their heads until it ceased.

“What was that?” Lore asked, shaking her ringing ears. Wait…did…..no…stupid question.

“The peacocks?” Donald grumbled, shaking his head.

“No…” Lore frowned, her eyes brightening. “That could be the anomaly!” Now she didn’t need to bother Scrooge. Jumping towards the door, she bolted out with a worried sailor Duck following behind.

“Lore wait!”

Spinning around, she met the others eyes. She smiled brightly. “I have a job to do Donald. I’ll see you!” She waved and ran off.

The scenery rapidly passed her by as she ran to where she heard that noise.

“Where did that noise come from?” She frowned and ran around the manor until she was exhausted. Leaning against a hedge she brushed some sweat from her forehead and frowned. Now she couldn’t hear anything!

“Oh where did it go?” Lore huffed.

“Can I help you with something?” A voice behind her caused her to yelp and jump. Spinning around she blinked, wondering if she was seeing things. Rubbing her eyes, she focused on the ghost…butler…dog man standing before her.

“Uhhhh…”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m….here to see Scrooge…er…Mr….McDuck..” she laughed a bit nervously.

“Oh really?” He took a step towards her. “Do you have a reservation?”

Blinking, confused she tilted her head. “He takes reservations?”

The butler smirked. “No, that was just a test.”

“Did I pass?” Lore asked with a charming smile.

“What do you think?” Duckworth snapped his finger and suddenly all the lasers and cameras were trained on her.

…………….

“Drat..” Lore muttered and then began to run. She quickly ducked into the house, running down a hallway and quickly ducking into another as she spotted Beakley a bit further down. If anything she couldn’t get caught by the triplets or Webby or Beakley.

Sneaking around the halls, Lore was trying desperately not to get caught. Turning a corner, she winced as she saw the three boys backs as they were walking down the hallway away from her. She wanted to listen to what they were saying, but it was too faint to hear. She quickly turned around, running the opposite direction down the hallway and then slid to a stop at the dead end. “Oh great..” She sighed, seeing her shadow against the wall and turned slightly.

“Who are you?”

Lore spun to see a transparent inverted figure before a nearby door. She had her arms crossed, She had a faint outline of light around her and appeared more like a negative than of this worlds colors.

Blinking, Lore frowned. “Who are you?” she asked back.

The young girl’s eyes widened.

“You can see me?” She gasped, covering her beak slightly and finding emotion overtake her. “You can hear me?”

Lore scratched her head. “Uh yeah..”

“But how..” Lena glanced at her feet where a purple glow emitted from a river of magic that lead back to Lore’s webbed feet.

Lore saw it at the same time and her eyes widened, stumbling back a bit. “Your feeding off my magic..” she realized.

“I didn’t mean to!” The younger duck yelled, arms wide. Their heads both snapped up at the same time and Lore felt her insides twist.

“Are you……Lena?” Lore questioned.

“Yeah, what of it?” Crossing her arms, Lena was curious how this stranger knew her name.

“I was just talking to Donald, he mentioned you.”

“Really?” Lena seemed surprised at this.

Smiling, Lore took a step foreword and then winced slightly at the increasing amount of energy being drained. “Uh…think you could lighten up on the draining magic?”

Lena looked nervous. “I don’t think I can, I don’t know how I am doing this!” Suddenly Lena’s figure began to fizzle, like a TV screen.

“Woah, what was that?” Lore blinked.

“Not again.” Lena growled and her form began more transparent. She struggled to hold it but it was almost as if her signal was giving out. Her mouth opened and she began to speak rapidly, but her voice was gone.

“Lena…Lena?! I can’t hear you!” Lore reached out, maybe if she gave the girl more power.

But as she reached out her hand grasped air and Lena’s form began to fragment and vanish before her eyes.

Suddenly the hallway around her seemed to fizzle. “The anomaly.” Lore muttered. She glanced at the door she saw Lena standing before and realized that everyone had thought her to be dead. But she’s alive.

“I have to tell them somehow…but how?” She winced, thinking hard.

Suddenly her wrist gave a frantic beeping noise and she blinked. “Clix?” she quickly turned it on and saw her friends face, although it started to distort. “Wait..what?”

“Fin-ly……..gt……throu-“ Lore could barely hear her, but her face looked exhausted.

“Clix what’s going on?! Why didn’t you call before?”

The tech savvy girl sighed. “The anomaly is causing major interference within both magic and electronics. I did everything I could to get through to you now. I don’t know how long this will last. Lore I need………t………….ll……………..u………”

“Clix?! Clix your breaking up badly!”

“…..t………the………..aly is…………e……w��…….I………I REPEAT………………IRE!” Then her form fizzled out and vanished from her wrist.

“Clix? Darn it.” Lore whispered and quickly looked around, trying to find a place to stop and collect her thoughts.

Quickly she found the attic and locked the door behind her with a sigh. She sat down, frowning and wondering where she could go from there. She still didn’t know what the name of the anomaly was, but she knew what it was doing. It was disrupting magic and electronics. Like a supernatural solar flare only on a much bigger scale. Wandering over to an old window, she brushed away the dust to glance outside.

Gazing out at the vast open sky she frowned.

At first she thought she saw a glimmering of something silver, but realized it was probably just a plane.

She had spent the majority of the day trying to find Scrooge and the anomaly, only to come up empty. What’s worse was, she wasn’t sure how to tell everyone what really was going on with Lena. So she sat on the roof staring up at the stars as the night came. Sighing, she was thinking hard about everything. How long would she be in this world? Would she be able to find the anomaly before it destroyed Duckburg? She really wanted to. She felt she owed it to Scrooge.

“So you are up here.”

Jumping a bit, she turned and saw Donald wandered over to Lore. He sat next to her. “Did you see Scrooge?”

She shook her head.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

She sighed and closed her eyes.

A pause.

“You really should be careful if you don’t want to be caught by anyone. The kids like coming up here a lot.” Donald added, picking at a tile subconsciously.

“Right…” Lore was still lying back, firmly staring at the stars.

“The kids said they wanted to check out a Faire tomorrow.” Donald stated, watching her carefully. “The boys think it will get Webby’s mind off of Lena…”

Lore jolted a bit at this. She turned to Donald. “Donald…listen..”

He turned to her with a questioning expression.

“I…..well, you see…” she fumbled, trying to find the right words to explain the situation with Lena, but finding it hard to do so.

Donald eyed her again. He clenched his hands into fists and closed his eyes, thinking she was having a hard time talking to him because of another reason. “Uncle Scrooge talked to me the other day.” He said softly. “He wanted to apologize for something he did wrong.” He sighed.

Lore stopped and raised an eyebrow.

“But see the thing is, he’s not the only one to blame here. I guess it was easier for me to blame him. I had three boys to raise after all because Della was gone. I couldn’t blame my sister who was gone.” He sighed and frowned.

Lore looked worried and reached out to Donald. Smiling softly to him, she shook her head. “Family is…complicated sometimes. And no ones is perfect. Trust me, I know that.” She chuckled. “But I am glad you both are reconnecting. Family shouldn’t stay mad forever…”

Donald looked at her when she said that, her smile had vanished and she seemed to almost form a blank expression.

“Lore?” Donald reached out.

The hand on her shoulder jolted her out of her mind and she backed away. Seeing Donald’s troubled expression she quickly smiled and waved her hands. “Oh geez Donald don’t scare me like that.”

“Lore, where is your family?” Donald tried again.

Lore paused, rubbing her arm subconsciously and now acting like the child she was. She couldn’t lie to Donald. Especially when he was looking at her like that.

She stood up and walked to the edge of the roof, sighing as a breeze blew a piece of hair across her face.

She crossed her arms. “Why do you want to know that so badly?”

“I’m sure they miss you, why are you doing such a dangerous job when you are still so young?” Donald frowned, standing up.

“They don’t.”

“What?” Donald looked confused.

“They don’t miss me.” She spun around, eyes firm in her resolve. “And that’s fine. It’s better this way.”

“No parent doesn’t miss their child.” Donald tried.

Lore’s grip tightened on her arms. “Not every family is like yours Donald.” She whispered and tried to reign in her emotions.

Donald wisely backed off when he saw the aura around Lore increasing by the minute.

“As for why I’m doing this job?” Lore took a step back, closer to the edge.

“Well…” She smiled wanly. “Someone has to do it. Besides, its more or less both my dream and my nightmare.”

She took another step back.

Donald’s eyes widened. “Wait…stop!”

She reached the edge of the roof.

“But its also…..”

She stepped on air.

“My punishment.”

Donald shouldn’t have been so surprised. He knew, he knew she had magic.

So when he saw her floating he shouldn’t have fainted.

But he did.

And when he awoke, Lore was gone.

#ducktales #fanfic #Lore #Donald #Gizmoduck #Duckworth #briefly mentions the kids

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