#rednephew

                   ‶  okay ,  i  know  what  it  looks  like ,  but  i  totally  didn’t  trash  this  entire  room  i  SWEAR .  ″  a  bold - faced  lie .  though  it  was  honestly  the  mistake  of  whoever  decided  to  leave  yang  unattended  in  mcduck  manor  for  more  than  two  seconds .  he  had  gotten  a  bit  bored  and  started  playing  around  with  his  bamboo  blade ---  briefly  forgetting  how  destructive  woofoo  can  be .  said  blade  was  now  hidden  behind  his  back .

“there’s something wrong with me.” 

@rednephew​

▶ HUEY :

Huey stares at Fenton’s injury, his chest tightening as anxiety bubbled up inside of him. He rushed to grab the first-aid kit without prompt to help and returned to sit in front of Fenton to start rummaging through it for what he might need. He all but froze at Fenton’s words, his head shooting upwards to stare at the superhero with wide, scared eyes.

         “ You’ve had worse?! But- Fenton! This looks really bad! ”

        ▶  Fenton  would  not  bring  up   the time he’d flown out over the harbor to prevent the core implosion of the first version of the armor from blowing up a crowd gathered for Mark Beaks’ half — baked demonstration.  Even though Huey was there for it.  Because Huey was there for it.   He doesn’t need to be reminded of that ;   doesn’t need to know how badly Fenton was hurt that day.  

          Worse than this,  he thinks.  Or at least there was more widespread damage to his body,  if not more threatening   ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒   but the young scientist,  the superhero,  is in no position to assess the damage.  

          Huey’s right :   it looks really bad.  Fenton realizes only now that he’s spoken just how much blood there is,  how it's matting down his feathers.  The blow struck straight through one of the weak spots in the armor   (  a  lucky  shot  or  an  educated  one,   he’s  not  sure  ),   &  it tore into its wearer like a punch through paper.

                              It wasn’t exactly uncommon for Gregory to just be sitting at the Front Desk in the lobby of the rebuilt Gregory House. He had a knack of knowing when people would wander in, finding themselves lost randomly. It was his job to guide them- from on the streets to suddenly in a heavily forested area with no signs of civilization. Of course they would need some guidance. The old rat had the great job of guiding those who found their way to his House.

                              Of course, the Gregory House was still as daunting, haunted, and intimidating as any random hotel you’d find in a creepy forest. While it would gain some appeal after (after all, how else could you explain it showing up nearly everywhere- even in Duckburg.) As the doors opened however, from behind small rounded glasses the rat stared. Usually it was an accountant, a failed actor, someone having a midlife crisis.

                              Why did it have to be a kid that walked in? It wasn’t like he could just have them leave- whether someone showed up was the power of their own soul, and that had to be the power to get them to leave. Whatever he had already planned was gone, and he just sighed quietly as the grin softened to a shape of concern.

“ I tried to warn you. ”

--"Why do you have that look on your face?"

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❝  i  got  you  !  ❞  cots  calls  out,  pulling  on  the  rope  to  lift  up  the  red-capped  woodchuck.  it  was  a  good  thing  cots  managed  to  be  around  when  the  other  needed  help  –  after  all,  it  wasn’t  all  the  time  he  got  to  hang  out  with  huey  !  both  of  them  seemed  so  busy…  and  that  was  something  cots  couldn’t  blame  huey  :  with  a  family  like  his,  it  would  be  amazing  if  there  was