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dreams-of-wings · 2 years

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Out of Your Time (3/?)

Warnings: Swearing and some violence.

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The first few days after your disappearence were hell on earth for your little tight knit group. Everywhere they went they thought they saw you in the corner of their eye, sometimes they swore they could still hear your voice calling their names. Weird things like lights flickering or music playing in a room no one was in would catch their attention. It freaked them out to say the least. Sometimes, when they were home alone, they heard hurried steps running down their halls and faint desperate whispers that would send chills down their spines, but the worst part, by far, was the nightmares.

First it started with Betty, she would be restless in the middle of the night, screaming for you or telling you to run. Her mother would have to come wake her up, and it hurt her to no end to see her daughter so undeniably terrified. When Betty's eyes would finally snap open from her nightmare, she cried into her mothers shoulder. Alice tried to get Betty to tell her what was wrong, and everytime she would say was that she saw you, running for your life from some monster with no face.

Soon Archie, Jughead, and Veronica all started having approximately the same dream with little variation, causing each of them to wake up in a cold sweat or with tears running down their face. Sometimes you were in their house, sometimes you were at a public market or in Pop's, but each time you were doing the same thing - running and calling for help.

"Archie!"

"Betty?!"

"Jughead!"

"Veronica, help!"

It got to the point where, even when they would nodoff in class they would see you - curled up in some corner or in a bed crying with your hand over your mouth to try and keep quiet. Some of their parents made them go to counseling to talk about what happened, only for the professionals to chalk it up to depression and grief, and saying that them believing you were trying to contact them was just their way of coping.

That's when the phone calls started. Sometimes it was their home phones and sometimes it was their cell phones, but the caller ID was always the same, Unknown. It first happened one night when the four of them were having a particularly hard time sleeping, they either feared closing their eyes or kept waking up in a cold sweat. They all contacted each other and decided to meet up at Pop's where they could sit together and talk about what was going on.

Betty's phone was the first one to ring, but when she read the caller ID 'Unknown' she thought it was the Black Hood calling for another favor. Everyone at the table went silent and peaked at the small screen before glancing up at the blond. All sorts of thoughts flooded their minds what if the Black Hood was the one who took you? Should she answer? What if the serial killer isn't happy with her hanging out with her friends again? With a shakey breath Betty reached for her phone and answered the call.

"H-hello?"

White noise and heavy breathing was what greeted her on the other end and she started to freak out.

"Hello?!" Betty called your name out into the phone, "Is that you?! Are you okay?!" The blond looked up at each of her friends and they all shared the same look of panic on their faces.

"Can you talk-"

A weird growling noise on the other end of the line cut her off before the call ended.

Next to go off was Archie's home phone the following day. However, his dad was quick to check the caller ID and end the call.

Archie's feet stomped down the stairs as he rushed for the phone, "Who was it?!" His dad's eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Don't know," he shrugged, "ID was Unknown - didn't bother answering." Archie was quick to snatch the phone and try to redial the last number that called but all he received was an automated voice, "The number you have dialed cannot be reached at the moment, and has either been disconnected or-," he didn't let it finish before slamming the phone down out of frustration.

Later that day his phone went off in class, and he scrambled to door, muttering something about an emergency. As soon as the classroom door slammed shut he answered the phone, taking a quick glance at the title 'Unknown' at the top, before pressing the little green circle on the screen.

"Hello," his voice was jittery and desperate before he was answered with, what he can only assume was what Betty heard on her phone the other night at the diner, heavy breathing. The redhead looked behind him, peering into his class through the window on the door before making a beeline for the student lounge down the hall, all while he frantically whispered your name through his cellphone, hoping to actually get an answer from you, or whoever was on the other end of this line. The teens' head whipped around from left to right, looking behind him and around corners as he approached the lounge - afraid someone might see him and think he's going crazy.

"Arch-" he slammed the doors to the lounge area open as he heard the faint sound of a voice through the phone, "-ie." There was too much static for him to be sure of what you were saying, but he could still recognize your voice.

"Ar-" static, "ie." He called your name again, more loudly this time.

"Are you okay? Do you know where you are? Does the Black Hood have you?" His nervousness showed through in his tone.

"Hel-" static, "lo?!" Static, "Ar," static, "ch," static, "ie!"

He opened his mouth to reply but the lights in the lounge flickered and his phone short-circuited before he could get a sound out.

"Shit!" He dropped the phone, rubbing the side if his face with his hand and checking it before looking down at the small electronic - the screen now shattered and fried.

By the end of the first week, all four of your friends had a similar experience and they all decided it was time to go to the police department. After bugging the police to investigate your disapearence, the police finally questioned everyone, families, children, teenagers, elders, waiters and waitresses, Pop's himself, heck even strangers who some people said they saw standing outside the diner at the time, and of course they questioned your friends. Everyone they asked who had been at the diner had about the same story - they were inside enjoying their meal, or outside taking a smoke when the lights started flipping out; a few said they had seen you go through the kitchen door before you never came back. Pop's was the one who found your pen and note pad, and of course he was distraught - everyone who worked at his diner, especially for as long as you had, was like family to him.

Poor Jughead was grilled the most. People still remembered what FP did to Jason, and of course in a small town thirsty for some drama - that hate passed on to Jughead. Students and neighbors started rumors that he had something to do with your disappearance, even though witnesses say he was in the diner at the time of your disappearence. Snakes don't shed their skins so easy afterall, perhaps something happened between the two of you and he got one of his father's lackeys to do the deed. Needless to say, Jughead and the rest of your group were furious about these rumors. How dare they accuse the people who cared about you the most - Jughead loved you like family, as did Betty, Archie, and Ronnie.

Eventually, after the second week (a few days after Archie shot the Black Hood), the police chalked it up to the infamous hooded killer. Obviously you had some dark secret he knew about and he wanted to make an example out of you to Betty and the others. The people of Riverdale accepted that. It made them feel safe now that the serial killer was gone, but your friends wouldn't take that excuse. They had been keeping up with the investigation and the Black Hood, and if that truly were the case, they would have found a body, or at least more blood than what was found on a jagged corner of the dumpster out behind the diner.

It was now going on two and a half weeks since you disappeared from the back of Pop's diner. Betty and Archie walked side-by-side into the school, the blond letting out an agitated and exasperated sigh when she trudged over to the schools bulletin bored, and ripped down a flyer to some stupid party that was covering your missing persons poster. The redhead beside her also gave out a deep breath, his knuckles clenching around the strap of his backpack that was slung over his shoulder as he took in the sight of your flyer.

Words, mean phrases, and half-assed drawings were scribbled all over it. No doubt the work of the mean girls and jocks of the school who probably believed the Black Hood story and figured - you must have deserved It, especially if they themselves weren't bad enough for him to come after them.

"I can't believe some people," Archie ripped down your poster and angrily crumpled it up, before throwing it into a nearby trashcan. All while Betty pulled a new one from her bag and posted it up with a thumbtack.

"People these days just don't care, Arch," Betty examined the poster for a moment, "If it doesn't involve them or directly affect them in anyway, it's all just some big joke." She smoothed out the paper before placing another tack at the bottom.

"Feels like just yesterday, we were all going to pick them up at Pop's." Betty and Archie turned to look at the new voice, only to find Jughead standing behind them.

Shortly after the Black Hood had been killed, Southside High had been shut down - per order of the Mayor. She thought she had been doing some good, but all she did was bring the crime closer to home.

"Speaking of that night," Archie interjected, "Sheriff Keller and the police department are hosting a search party tonight to look for whatever animal has been attacking people."

"Attacks?" Jughead seemed confused, "What attacks?"

Betty glanced back at the poster of you on the bulletin board before looking back at Jughead, "A few days after what happened at the diner, a couple of the townsmen who like to hunt noticed their game going missing. At first whatever it was was stealing their kills from their traps. Then they noticed something was setting off the traps but when they checked them there was nothing there other than some kind of weird slimy skin."

"How come I haven't heard of any of this?" Jughead brows furrowed. He had been back at Riverdale High for a few days and neither him nore any of the other serpents had heard of this till now.

"Because whatever it is hasn't made it's way to the Southside yet," Archie replied, a solemn look on his face, "And it wasn't a real problem till it started attacking people." Jughead was frustrated to say the least. Why hadn't they said anything to him about this? If anything had happened to them he would have liked to know the possible reason as to why.

"Any leads," Jughead inquired. Archie glanced back at Betty before returning his gaze to Jughead, and nodding.

"It's attacked three people so far, the second one is still in the hospital though," the redhead took a deep breath before explaining more, "Thanks to Kevin, we've been able to keep up with the investigation. It took a little convincing, but the shariff finally sent the bodies and the animal carcasses to a lab for testing."

"And?" Jughead was getting impatient.

"They tested the saliva and took molds of any bites they could find - the teeth are different sizes, but it looks like they were all attacked by the same type of animal."

"And the results from the saliva came in just yesterday, and they confirmed it was the same animal," Betty cut in, "though what it is we still don't know."

"They haven't interviewed the survivor?" Jughead brows furrowed, he was confused, that should have been the first thing they did.

"No, they did," Betty assured with a nod of her head.

"But Sharif Keller was really adamant about not revealing the details of the interview," Archie added, "All Kevin said was that his dad thought the lady was crazy."

"We were actually going to go talk to the survivor today after school," Betty added. Jughead briefly glanced between the blond and his best friend before swallowing thickly and opening his mouth to speak.

"Great, I'll tag along then," the tension between Jughead and his two friends was palpable. All Archie could do was glance down at the blond, knowing her and Jug had a falling out a few days ago, he wanted to be sure she was okay with it. After a moment Betty looked up at Archie and then back to Juhead, "Okay."

Later, after school, Betty, Archie, Jughead, and now Veronica all headed to the hospital to ask the survivor of the animal attack about what happened to her. Once they got there, what they saw chilled them down to the bone.

She was an older woman, with long salt and pepper locks that would surly reach her shoulders had they not been tied up in a messy bun. Her wrinkled face made her look more miserable than she already was - the bags under her eyes made her seem exhausted, and her smile lines only served to deepen her frown. The group of friends arrived in time to see the nurses replace the bandages on her damaged arm. Archie and and Betty tensed while Jughead and Ronnie's mouths dropped slightly at the sight. The woman's arm was speckled with seed shaped wounds of varying sizes, but her hand was the worst - whatever it was that attacked her appeared to have been able to deglove the skin from her hand. The four visibly cringed, Archie sucking in a breath through his teeth while Veronica pulled her hands closer to her at the thought of that being her hand.

Once the nurses were done replacing the woman's bandages they turned to see the small group of friends, "Visitors?"

"We just stopped by to see if she was recovering okay," Betty lied. The nurse that had addressed the group nodded as she followed her colleague out the door, closing it behind her. Once alone, the four looked back at the women on the hospital bed, she seemed dazed and didn't bother to look up at her new visitors.

"Mrs. Wheeler?" Betty started, taking a few steps closer to the hospital bed. The older woman glanced up at the blond for a brief moment before looking back down, as if ashamed or intimidated. "We just want to ask you a few questions about the night you were attacked." Betty looked back at her friends as if looking for reassurance that they should continue to pester this woman, who had obviously been through a lot.

"Did he make it?" Mrs. Wheelers voice cracked slightly, and it sounded hoarse from disuse.

"Did who make it, ma'am?" Archie spoke up.

"The young man who saved me," the older woman's hands began to shake slightly, "Did he make it?" It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out she was talking about the 3rd victim.

"No ma'am," Betty breathed out in a dreary sigh before taking a step closer in an attempt to comfort her, "You're the only survivor so far."

AUTHORS NOTE:

It's been a while since I posted something. I jist want to let you all know that these last few posts are just me cleaning out my drafts.... I've been active for a very long time, but I held on to everything hoping I would regain the muses I once had for these stories. Unfortunately, I haven't and I don't think I ever will. This story and many others, will remain unfinished, and this blog will officially fall inactive till further notice. Though, I will keep it up so my stories will always be here for you all to read if you wish. I'm not going to promise I'll come back to it as I don't like making promises I can't keep. Sorry for the long wait and disappointing results, but I really did have fun writing stories for you all while the inspiration lasted. Hágoónee'! (Goodbye)

#reader insert #reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #out of your time #crossover #crossover fic #unfinished #never going to be finished #abandoned

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sugarrushproductions · 2 years

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Darkwing Duck Reboot

Saviors

Morgana finally got the three into positions to be comfortable as they slept. After all, no sense in letting them wake up sore after the horrors they're going through. And there was no "most likely" needed for that.

Drake, while she wanted to start with him, she hadn't seen in years and had only the slightest idea of who he was now. Gosalyn she knew only what a first impression gave her, and even less with Bluebird as she only saw her on the news.

"Come on, Morgana, make a decision," she muttered to herself, looking the three over. Drake, Gosalyn, Bluebird. Drake, Gosalyn, Bluebird. Drake, Gosalyn, Bluebird! Ugh! Why couldn't she just make a damn decision?

"Drake!" A voice called from below, slightly high most squirly. "Blathering Blatherskyte!" Ok, that was a weird phrase; why would-

"Hey!" Morgana yelled as some kind of hand grabbed the back of her jacket and lifted her off the balcony. "Let me go!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, villain!" The voice said. She had never turned on the light, so she couldn't see her attacker.

"Oh for goodness sake, I'm not a villain!" Morgana slipped from her jacket and sent a wave of wind to knock over her attacker. Did she hear a tire squeal? She didn't have time to dwell on it as something soft and squishy hit her in the face. "Lemon mirangie pie?"

"Yup, harpies love it."

"But there are no harpies in- ow!" A boxing glove hit her square in the beak, knocking her back. In a blind retaliation, she shot burst of magic out towards the voice. After a couple of them, she finally hit her attacker. She let out a single laugh as the magic showed her who it was. A duck in a robot suit. Did she just attack Gizmoduck?

While Gizmoduck convulsed with the force of the red magic, someone larger knocked into her. She would've been knocked to the ground if the second attacker didn't grab her arm and spin her and throw her.

The lights came on just as she hit Gizmoduck, getting the full brunt of the attack she gave him. Despite being in pain, Gizmoduck wrapped his robotic arms around her. It was locked tight, especially as her attack died down.

"Let me go!" She yelled. Gizmoduck got to his wheel while still keeping her firm in his grip.

"Not until you tell us your evil plan, villain!"

"Yeah!" The second attacker, a big and burly duck with a green baseball cap, orange hair, and a big brown jacket, yelled. He pointed an accusing finger at her, his face an unreadable expression. "Tell me what you're doing to DW and Gosalyn!"

"Dw... do you mean Drake?" She asked and that surprised the two.

"How do you know his civilian name?" Gizmoduck asked, worry and confusion coating his voice. She strained to look behind her to the duck in the suit.

"To anyone who knows him and has seen his cosplays, it's obvious."

"You've- who are you?"

"My name is Morgana Macawber. I'm-"

"DW's old girlfriend," The large one said, calming down from a defensive standpoint. But he seemed to dislike the old girlfriend as much as the possible villain. "She - she's good." Gizmoduck didn't believe it, but had no choice but to let her go when three matching screams echoed.

Gizmoduck dropped Morgana and used his helmet copter to get up to the balcony. Launchpad quickly climbed up the stairs as Morgana brushed herself off, a bit annoyed from being dropped unceremoniously on the ground. With a sigh she picked up her fallen jacket and teleported up as she put it on.

"What's happening to them?" Gizmoduck asked, leaning over Gosalyn gently. Launchpad had kneeled next to Drake, brushing his hair out of his terrified face.

"It's Nodoff," Morgana stated simply, startling the two.

"Who?" Gizmoduck asked. W.A.N.D.A gave a computerized sigh.

"I sent you a link!" The computer exclaimed exahasperated.

"I was in a hurry to get here! I didn't have time to read it!"

"You couldn't have had it read to you on your way here?"

"We didn't fly here; Gearloose had us test a new invention." W.A.N.D.A gave an exasperated sound, like that was the worst idea ever. Gizmoduck seemed like he was about to continue arguing with a computer, so Morgana decided that it was enough.

"He's a sleep demon," Morgana stated, startling Gizmoduck. "A nasty one at that. I told Drake about- about him and he refused to let me face him alone. Gosalyn and Bluebird got caught in the crossfire."

"Bluebird?" Launchpad questioned and Morgana gestured to the girl coated in blue.

"Haven't you seen her on the news?"

"We know her as- someone else," Gizmoduck said before shaking his head to focus his thoughts. "How can we help them?" Morgana gave him a long look. His mouth portrayed worry and anyone who could make a suit that advanced would be smart enough to look past Nodoff's nightmares.

Launchpad, from what she'd heard, wasn't the brightest bulb in the case. But the way Drake talked about him, the look on his face- if those two were together, they'd ground each other.

"I can get you into their mindscapes," she sighed. "You need to break them out of their nightmares, get them to see reality and find the way out. The door looks different for everyone, but it always means something to the person trapped.

"Could be a grandparents door, could even be a doggy door. But it has significance and is mostly out of place in the nightmares." Her face became gravely as she looked between the two. "This is of the utmost importance. Once out of the nightmares and you're in the cloudspace, do not go into any doors. Speak the incantation, dom-es catoa upula. That will get you back to the waking world. Got it?"

"I think so," Gizmoduck said.

"Maybe," Launchpad said determinedly. Morgana sighed.

"Good enough," she said and without another word, she touched both of their foreheads and turned them into little red dots. Gizmoduck went to Gosalyn and Launchpad to Drake. That just left herself to help Bluebird.

. . .

"Blathering Blatherskyte," Fenton exclaimed. He knew this place, knew that machine though it was practically destroyed the last time he saw it. "This is extraordinary. If this is accurate, then we wouldn't need Bulba! If Gos is OK with coming back after-"

"No! Please stay!" Goslyan! Right, he had to find her and get her out of here first. Running through the halls was slower than riding in his suit. At least he ran through the people walking around.

He finally found the right door when she heard tiny sobs. And laughter? Why was she giggling like that in this nightmare. He got his answer when he tried to open the door and instead fell through.

There were two Gosalyn's. One was at a desk working on some crossbow. She had a neater ponytail and a light purple hockey T-shirt. She was calm and didn't notice that he had fallen inside the room.

The other Gosalyn was leaned against the wall, ponytail a mess and wearing a crudely made costume very reminiscent of Darkwing Duck's. Her mask had long since left her face, thrown against the far wall to let her eyes cry unhindered. They were puffy from what seemed like hours crying. She only gave a glance before disappearing.

"Gosalyn!" Fenton exclaimed, getting up.

"Whatcha working on, Grandpa?" The young Gosalyn asked. The older Gosalyn came through the door again, still puffy eyed, but seemed to be holding back tears. She never looked away from Dr. Waddlemeyer.

"Just some new project with your Uncle T," her Grandpa said. Gosalyn covered her mouth, too stunned and shocked to say anything.

"Hm. Is it safe?" Young Gosalyn asked from her own workbench.

"Gosalyn, I'm here!" Fenton cried, standing in front of Gosalyn to try and get her attention. She just moved to watch the scene better. So she could see him.

"Of course it is, Goosy." Her grandpa ruffled her hair and she playfully swatted him away.

"I'm a duck, Grandpa," young Gosalyn laughed. "Don't call me that." With the way she said that, there was no way she wanted that.

"Whatever you say, Goosy," he laughed as he looked at his papers again. "What makes you think it could be dangerous?"

Young Gosalyn had thought a moment. "I don't know," she had said. "But have you checked over it again?"

"Uncle T said it isn't needed."

"But you always tell me to double check everything," Gosalyn said with her past self. "Shouldn't you do it anyway?"

"Hmm." Her grandpa said, already looking at his papers. Fenton knew he should try and break Gosalyn from it, but he looked at the papers himself.

They were hardly legible, and would take hours to decipher on his own. And bringing Gosalyn back to this memory for hours at a time.... there was no way he'd do that. He wouldn't tell Dr. Gearloose either, because if he found out, he would push it.

"No! Please stay!" Goslyan yelled, startling Fenton. Right. He had to break her from this loop. But how?

. . .

Morgana figured that being a magic user herself, she'd be able to reason with Bluebird out of the loop. This was a little more complicated than she expected.

She herself was in the main area of the nightmare. Three of the ducks she recognized as older versions of the McDuck triplets, one that was an older Gosalyn. The other two she had no idea who they were.

"Web-" Bluebird hesitated in the doorway, struck I'll at the sight. She was the same age as she currently was.

"Lena... you made it..." the one who was Web said, her voice weak. Web was in a bed, hooked up to medical machines.

As Bluebird, Lena was her civilian name it seemed, timidly walked over to the bed, she seemed keenly aware of two things. All the eyes in the room were on her, including Morgana's, and she was no longer in her and she was no longer in her hero costume.

"Webby..." Lena's voice was small. The purple feathered and haired woman took her hand in support. Lena's hand was small in comparison. "Wha- what-?" She was cut off by an airy chuckle from Webby.

"This is what happens when you get old. Lucky you won't experience it."

"Oh, you're immortal," Morgana sighed. "That's why this is your nightmare. You're afraid of being alone, of seeing them go." Lena's eyes darted to hers but just as quickly left.

"This is a natural part of life, Lena," the woman next to her said, getting onto her level. "Don't cry."

"This isn't real, Lena," Morgana said, moving to kneel on the other side that wasn't taken up. "You have to break out."

"I'm so- so glad that I get to see my family in my last moments... I lo- love you al...." the heart monitor and Lena broke down in sobs. Morgana put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing in both comfort and to get her to see reality.

It seemed to work for a moment, her tear filled, swollen eyes meeting Morgana's green and kind ones. But then the rest started fall one by one. Morgana grabbed Lena's shoulders to keep her from her loop.

"No... no, no, no! Guys, wake up!" Lena pleaded, struggling in her grasp.

"No, no! They're not dead, Lena!" Morgana protested, turning Lena to face her. "Look at me! They aren't dead!"

"Don't listen to her, Lena," a sly and snake like voice that she would never forget said. Immediately, Morgana got up and stood in front of her. "Look around you. Your friends are pretty dead, are they not?"

"Lena, don't listen to her. Remember how you got here? What you were doing earlier today?" She didn't dare take her eyes off of Magica, but reached back to grab Lena's hand, hopefully grounding her. Whatever age she actually was, she was still in a kids form and therefore could still very much feel like one.

"Yes, she ran from her old and poor excuse for a house aaalll the way here," Magica explained, mimicking running with two fingers gleefully. Then looked around at the others in the room and feigned sympathy so poorly, you'd think she was an amateur actor. "Too late though, aren't we?"

"I-i... " Lena muttered, suddenly clutching Morgana's arm tightly like she wanted to desperately believe her and not Magica, but that she wasn't sure of what was real.

"No, you were hit with sleep dust from Nodoff in an alleyway with Darkwing, Gosalyn, and me. You protected me, remember Bluebird?"

"Blue- Bluebird... wait..." Morgana dared a glance at Lena, who seemed to be putting things together. She looked at her hand, made it glow blue, and then waved it slowly over the scene. The bodies faded out of sight as Lena looked up at her. She smiled down at her reassuringly.

"No!" Magica yelled, making the two jump and turn to her. Her skin was melting off, her hair fell down dry and cracked, her eyes turned stark white in hollow sockets.

She wasn't Magica anymore, but a monter from Hell itself.

. . .

"Come on, Fenton, think!" He asked himself as he paced back and forth through the loop. So far he counted that it was on it's fifth time around. "Think, think! What would Mámá say?"

Keep your eyes sharp, Políto, she'd say. You can tell a lot about a person by just watching.

But he had been watching her. She'd gone through this five times. All she did was watch her grandpa, mesmerized by what was likely the very last time she saw him. And the conversation was normal. The only thing he could think of was the whole talk about the RAMROD, which only began after she men..tioned....

Oh...

"Gosalyn," he said, gripping her shoulder before she yelled out after her Grandpa. She pointedly looked at the ground. "Do you blame yourself?" It was a long moment before she spoke, the scene resetting without her.

"He never would have left if- if I didn't- if I didn't," she sniffed, not finishing.

"Oh, niña," he mumbled as he knelt down and pulled her to his chest. She sniffed and buried her head into his chest as he rubbed soothing circles on her back. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"But- but.."

"Gosalyn, look at me." He pulled away from her just enough to look at her. He nodded towards her Grandpa's desk. "Was he looking over those before you said anything?" She glanced at the desk the quickly looked away and nodded. "Then he would have found the flaw anyway, right?" Gosalyn still refused to look at him, but nodded anyway.

He lifted her face gently and told her to look at him, smiling kindly at her.

"Then you did nothing wrong." The minute Gosalyn even attempted a weak smile, a roar cut through the air. Young Gosalyn and Dr. Waddlemeyer were gone, their loop gone, replaced by foreboding stomping.

Grabbing Gosalyn’s hand, Fenton dragged her out the door. Just in time, since a huge crash was heard in the workshop. Running down the hall, Gosalyn in tow, Fenton slowed at every door, every window: nothing was out of place.

"What are you looking for?" Gosalyn yelled after the tenth time, the stomping louder than ever.

"A door."

"There are plenty of those!"

"No, a specific door. One that is probably out of place?"

"Probably?"

"It's supposed to mean a lot too you. A door that has significance to you."

"Me? And you didn't say anything?!"

"This is a stressful situation!"

"You're a hero!"

"Not a- wait!" Fenton stopped, causing Gosalyn to run into him.

"What? We're kinda in hurry here."

"Look!" She looked where he pointed and noticed an old metal and rusty green door. Not exactly a door but not a trapdoor either. Somewhere in the middle. "It's the door to Darkwing's hideout!"

"Could that be it?" The monster that had been chasing them burst through the wall. Gosalyn and Fenton stupidly glanced behind them and saw that it a messed up monstrous version of Bulba, red eyes and ripped clothes. The only thing that wasn't tainted was his angry look.

Fenton turned and dragged Gosalyn again but she didn’t protest. She was nearly frozen.

They could actually touch the door, Fenton muttering a thank you to God before getting it open and pulling her through it. Bulba got stuck in the small door, unable to come to the cloudspace. Just as Fenton sighed in relief, a loud high pitched squeaky and slimy voice yell out. He didn't know what it said, nor did he care. He simply grabbed Gosalyn and held her close to his chest.

"Dom-es catoa upula!"

. . .

"This way!" Lena yelled, running into a nearby room. She knew this place well, it seemed. Morgana shot one last blast at the hellbeast and now zombified triplets and her two friends then followed her into the room. The door slammed behind her and Lena made it glow blue. A ward of some kind.

"That won't hold long, especially in here," Morgana told her, becoming defensive as they tried to beat down the door.

"Ok. You said that the door is something important to me? Something out of place?" Lena was still catching her breath, the adrenaline coursing through her veins barely keeping her going. Morgana nodded.

Lena looked around the room. There were no other doors, no windows, nothing except...

"Give me a boost!" Lena ordered, pointing at the dark mahogany attic door.

"That door? But it looks like it belongs here," Morgana said but still helped her up. The door was being beat down still.

"Maybe, but it's important to me." Reaching for the door with her short limbs stretched her to her limits. She got it open just as her wards failed and the door burst off the wall.

Lena pulled herself through while Morgana shielded herself in a bubble of red magic. Lena reached her hand out to help pull her up. The only problem was that to do that she'd have to let down her shield.

Her dead friends were banging on the front and the hellbeast was circling her, watching: waiting. But she wasn’t scared, no. She was watching that beast just as it was watching her. Round and round and round it-

With a scream, Morgana knelt to the floor and touched it, sending a paralyzing red light drop all of them to the ground. Morgana finally let her shield down and nearly collapsed. Lena was confused but ushered her to hurry.

It seemed Morgana realized where she was and began jumping to reach Lena's hand. She couldn't reach no mater how high she jumped.

"Stupid gremlin," she muttered. The hellbeast twitched it's claw. Then another. Then it's whole body moved and growled at her. Morgana gained a determined look on her face and readied to move. Lena didn't know what her plan was until it was in motion.

The beast charged but Morgana didn't move until the last second, jumping on its back and launching herself off, grabbing Lena's hand. She was almost pulled back in herself, but used her magic to pull her up. The second the door closed behind them, Morgana only took one second to make sure they were in the cloudspace and muttered the spell to get them to leave.

. . .

Morgana gasped for breath when she sat up from the floor. Two yelps of surprise met her, along with Lena's cough. Looking over she saw Gizmoduck without his suit and Gosalyn sitting together. She smiled at them, glad that they had made it out. And before herself and Lena it seemed.

Now the only ones left were Drake and Launchpad.

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