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✧ — ⋆ “ It could confirm everything. ” Or nothing. 

He wants to believe that something is wrong because if not, then why does his brain feel like it’s in such a fog? Why does it feel like there are things missing, important things, things he cares about. Something has to be missing, or else why would he feel this way? 

But the alternative is just as scary. It being confirmed that someone is missing, that they had lost someone, someone important. If they had, they have no plausible way of getting them back right now, nor is there any guarantee that they would find a way to. 

          “ What do you think, Webby? Do we start with Uncle Scrooge, or Fenton and Gyro? ”

      at the reminder about scrooge, webby instantly reeled back. after all, this could all be a HUNCH -- webby just trying to make an adventure out of nothing... it was better to go to scrooge when they had something SOLID. then the old duck would have no choice but to believe in them ! ... right ?

“That’s your mystery is afoot face. Okay where are we going? What’s the mystery? Do we need disguises?” Maybe if he makes enough jokes it’ll erase the heavy feeling in his chest. “I’ve got that fake mustache you used pretending to be me.”

         every day she looks at her board -- and everything SEEMED normal. so why was there this pit in her stomach ? why did it seem like more and more people that were close ( or used to be close ? ) were just DISAPPEARING. like it didn’t exist ? it was just a weird phenomena that just didn’t seem to want to go away.

“So you think there’s something important that we forgot? And it happened during the fight with FOWL?” Deu’s looking at the board he was being presented with.

        save what has been lost. // @decanard​​

Another long day at the office, another day in the life for Scrooge McDuck. He’d been eager for his next spread of adventure, thinking fondly of the treasure maps waiting for him at home ( AND AN UPROAR WAITING FOR HIM IN LIGHT OF THAT, cursed be the impulse control ). Stretching, the man soon turns the knob to his office, stepping inside. And quickly, the door is shut and lights cut – the miser peers around the room in questionable defense, wondering who’s trying steal his Earthly possessions this time. Until the light is shined upon his face, and he hears a familiar voice.

Scrooge shields his face in mild irritation, squinting – it feels like an interrogation room, so dressed up when it could be phrased as a simple question. ❝ Webbigail – ❞ But he’ll humor her, as he always does. Squinting at the photograph, the man readjusts his spectacles and takes the photo, turning to look at it properly. He stares at it, rather intensely, though brows soon lift in conflicted confusion. Something… something does feel off, now that the lass mentions it. Uproar… or lack thereof. Though his tone is a little uneasy, as if he’s not sure, he comments, ❝ It’s a family picture. Webby, why… ❞

         maybe she was overthinking it. it wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened -- but still, there were multiple thoughts that LINGERED far too long for this to be just a THOUGHT. there had to be something at play ! huey felt it too... that had to mean something, right ?

      ❝ yes, a family picture ! but doesn’t it feel... i don’t know, empty ? like there’s something lacking from it ? ❞ but the more she thinks about, the more she’s unsure. maybe she only came to the older duck to realize that. hands ring in front of her before they clap, letting the lights in the room turn back on. when did she install clapping lights ? she won’t say.

          “ Hey, guys, look at this dope sword I found. It’s gonna be my new thing. ”

“Well, Web, yeah. I’m askin’ you to keep a secret. Nobody can know what I’m planning but you!”

He paused for a long moment, thinking. If Webby wasn’t good at secrets, then what if she pretended it wasn’t one at all?

“Wait. What if it’s not a secret? Would you talk about it then?”

      ❝ WAIT, IS THAT.... SUN WUKONG ? GREAT SAGE... EQUAL TO HEAVEN ?!  ❞ it was like she got louder and more high pitch with every word that left her mouth. she had heard tales about it from reading books in her library. never would she have guessed that she’d be meeting him IN PERSON. ❝ I THOUGHT YOU HAD DISAPPEARED FOR 500 YEARS AFTER RIDDING THE WORLD OF THE DEMON BULL KING ? I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M MEETING YOU ! ❞

we’re smarter !

      we’re tougher !

            we’re sharper !