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The Haunting of Mr. Bananabrain - Chapter 43 of (I’ll Be Near) To Chase Away Fear is up! (I’ll Be Near) To Chase Away Fear is a Drakepad-centric Darkwing Duck story set in the Ducktales 2017 universe.
Gosalyn awakens in a strange place.
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“Whoa-huh! Wow! I didn’t think anybody else was here! Gee, would you look at that, Mr. Bananabrain!” [Quackerjack] said, holding up a plush banana with a face on it, showing Gosalyn to him as though he were formally introducing the two at a party or family function.
“You’re real, right? Your… subconscious? Is that where we are?” The jester leaned in conspiratorially, whispering to her behind his hand. “I thought this was the Jack-in-the-Box! Maybe spruce it up in here! Add a climbing wall or a slide or a ball pit… something fun? I’m trying soooo hard not to be bored here! But it’s so bland, it hurts my wacky little heart!”
“Spruce it up? Why waste time sprucing up some boring old dream? Hey! Wait a minute! I know you! You’re Quackerjack, the Terrible Toy Czar of the Underworld, right? We’ve been lookin’ all over for you in the real world, on our patrols and stuff, since you and Megavolt ran off! Where the heck have you been? I mean, the real you. Do you know? Maybe my brain has some secret subconscious idea that I haven’t thought of, so if you tell me where you’ve been hiding, then I wake up and go look there…? What? It’s worth a shot!”
Gosalyn crossed her arms, watching him expectantly.
“I’ve been here!” He counted on his fingers.
“For two weeks…? Something like that! Sparky and I were escaping after everything went below the bottom of the toybox, and we went through this super creepy storage floor! There were all kinds of weapons and dangerous artifacts, but they were all so boooooring! But then, I saw it! It called to me! A poor, chained up toy, confined, far away from anyone who could play with it! Naturally, I stole it, and took it with me to hide out with Sparky. We were laying low together and trying to figure out what to do now that the real St. Canard is gone. I unwrapped this poor toy I rescued, ready for a fun surprise, but when I opened it, the box sucked me in! I just wanted to play!” Quackerjack stuck out his tongue in a halfhearted raspberry.















