-- sharper than the sharpies!

            donald has worked hard to keep his anger is check. there was no use in blowing a gasket – doing so would only cause the tension to explode. but this was the kids they were talking about ; a subject that the younger did not tread lightly on. 

            he kept them from the to raise them. that was DONALD’S choice. if scrooge really did want to see them – he didn’t have to wait TEN YEARS to for donald to show up at his front gate.

           scrooge was volitile himself, but – this just seemed OUT OF CHARACTER. but then, who knows how much he’s changed throughout the decade. still, the can was close to bursting. ❝   keeping them AWAY was the best decision. i was doing my best to keep them SAFE ! ❞

Oh, the air is thick with intensity; with an air that would absolutely explode with the slightest ignition. Magica has to contain the absolute glee as she observes, manufactures this little drama unfolding before them. Two volatile hotheads in one room... oh, how that could lead to such disastrous things, and certainly things that the sorceress will make a spectacle of! Oh, it's almost too EASY -- she has to resist the urge to OVERDO IT.

❝ Best decision -- ❞ Scrooge starts with a scoff, tired eyes squinting at his nephew with a look of incredulous annoyance. ❝ Those kids -- they've LIMITLESS POSSIBILITY, and ye think that's the BEST DECISION? To shy away from their potential because you've cold feet? ❞

His hand clenches into a quaint fist on the table.

❝ Ae seen no sight nor hair of any of ye for years, ❞ he starts coldly, latent frustration beneath. There's a pause, one that dwindles with a sense of sombre. ❝ And now now that ae have, ae see nothing has changed... bah, SAFETY -- as if there’s DANGER! Ye really still think so ill of me, don't you? ❞

@ragefeathers​ SAID: ❝ why didn't you stop her ?! ❞ donald could feel his chest HEAVING. no, no, no ! why did della do this ? donald always joked that she was dumb, but this was… IDIOTIC. STUPID. donald's not sure if he's ever been this mad or this SCARED in his life. he's gripping his uncle's coat as if he were to let go, he would disappear as well. he looks back at the screen behind him before back at scrooge, ❝ we need to after her ! ❞

The world seems to fade into static, the miser staring blankly into where his great nephew supposedly was. WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP HER? He hears the other's voice, but it's just an echo amidst her scream. He's not paying much attention, displaced in the world as he registers the loss of one of the world's greatest treasures: his niece. And by the sounds of it, he’s about to lose another.

TRANSMISSION LOST.

❝ W-we can't. ❞ His voice is a frail, pathetic whimper as he watches the words mock him. His eyes bear shame, and in those foggy orbs lie fury; fury at himself, for letting any of this come to pass. Of course Della would find out about the Spear; how couldn't she? She was Della Duck, involved in everything she shouldn't be. And now she won't, not anymore. It's all his fault. He did this. And admitting that killed him inside. ❝ The signal -- it's dead. Ae cannae reach her. We wouldna' make it in time. I... ❞

         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.

     ❝ i-i know it seems like a stretch, but it feels like there’s SOMETHING there ! or… something missing. ❞

The miser's gaze is contemplative as it is almost conflicted; now that he acknowledges it, there is this unsettling pit in his stomach the more closely he examines that picture. It's something you don't feel at face value, something that only you question the more you observe. Like something out of the corner of your eye you seldom think about or consider...

There's too much going on around here, and yet oddly enough, not... enough. This family had a sixth sense for danger; after all, they thrived on it. They braved an ocean of ferocity for adventure, fame and fortune. It was in their blood, their every rhythm. And, with the passing of time, Scrooge is... frustrated. At what, he can't quite place. There's no cause for it, no logical cause, but the conversation with Webby still rushes fresh in his mind. There's something missing. There's something missing. They'd all got here, one way or another. The footsteps towards this point are misty, but they're the Duck Family; they can traverse anything! Trek any mountain, infiltrate any fortress, soar through any thunderstorm!

Something about those thoughts is eerily nostalgic, but they lived them as they always had. They could live them today, tomorrow... the rest of their lives. So why does he feel like several have just ended?

❝ ... ❞ He stares absently into the frame of Mum and Dad, then looks down at his strained tea. A tense silence lingers, and the miser's eyes narrow as he rises to his feet.

@siimians​ SAID: spins around on the chair at scrooge's desk. waves. ❝ hey there, mcduck ! sorry, where you sitting here ? ❞ casually chewing on chips. was he making a mess ? probably. / hi

The miser stops mid-step, staring at the Monkey King with a wide-eyed yet incredulous expression. A beat passes, Scrooge processing Sun Wukong spinning in his chair, spilling crisps everywhere over his paperwork, IN HIS OFFICE. HIS OFFICE!

@pinkniece​​ SAID: as soon as the old duck enters the office, the door is closed and the lights are shut off. there's a period of silence -- despite the quiet shuffle as she stands on his desk, turning on the lamp and letting the light hit him on the face, ❝ sorry for the entrance, uncle scrooge, ❞ she says, as if her form of entry was anything BUT a planned event. why was everything so DRAMATIC with her ? ❝ but i need you to look at this picture… don't you feel that anything is… OFF about it ? ❞ it was just a simple family photo. everyone was there. scrooge. della. the boys. webby… launchpad. yeah, everyone was accounted for. so why did it feel… WRONG ? / i'm here to make scrooge stressed about the unknown.

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.

                     Huey’s eyes widen as Scrooge- no.. not scrooge. It can’t be his uncle. Not the way his hold quite literally freezes Huey’s wrist.

Fear wells into his eyes as he looks to the hold on his wrist then up to his not uncle as whoever is posing as Scrooge begins to speak. Huey’s eyes grow all the wider as he listens.

           As Scrooge stops his speech the coldness coming from his hand starts spreading to Huey and he starts panicking. “ No, no wait, I’m- I’m sorry, Uncle Scrooge, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry! ” He cries desperately as he tries to pull his wrist away. He reaches up, pushing against his uncle’s hold, movement turning all the more desperate as the cold climbs up his arm. “ Please, I- St-stop! ” He yells as tears start falling from his eyes.

Oh, this is CHILD'S PLAY; who would have thought it would have been so EASY to dismantle and DESTROY this so-called family? Oh, Magica almost feels bad but then she remembers: no, she doesn't. After all, this doesn't COMPARE to the family that she had lost, and it never will!

❝ Y'know, it really IS so, so devastating, ❞ she hums, a set of menacing red slits regarding Huey with a sick twist of malicious intent. There is no sympathy in Scrooge's eyes, savouring the show that transpires. Her grip tightens as Magica pulls the red-clad child close to her face. ❝ ALLLLL that time and you didn't THINK to consider there might be something wrong with dear old Scroogie -- HA! Then again, I can't really BLAME you, can I? It wouldn't nearly be this easy if he hadn't already thoughts so UGLY. ❞

❝ Funny thing is, your pitiful uncle can see and hear every word! But what's he doing? NOTHING, ❞ the words are laced with mocking venom, victorious -- and yet her grip on Huey softens, only to twist again into an iron grip. She smiles sadistically as the coldness and ooze travels at an erratic and rapid rate...  ❝ Which means, I CAN DO THIS! ❞

...before throwing the child by the arm directly into her shadow FULL FORCE.

@cynicallyscorned​ SAID: “ you would tell me if something was wrong. wouldn’t you? “ // possession verse

Ah. THIS one -- the brat Scrooge had taken in at first artefact. It's a fortunate position, really. AFTER ALL, who's he to know who Scrooge McDuck is? THE KIND OF DAMAGE HE IS CAPABLE OF? Well, well, well... poor Sonic the Hedgehog is going to learn. The hard way.