Breakdown (HIATUS)

*1 - Good Boy

A/N: This book will touch on certain topics and can be triggering for some of you. Please have the viewer's discretion. Oh, and I own the picture above. If you want to borrow it, DM me, and ping me in your book. If you want to post it, DM me. That pic's mine.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ducktales. They belong to their respective owners. 

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Huey took a breath. He didn't know why he was nervous or what he was doing. All he knew is that he's visiting Uncle Scrooge. But, what for? He didn't know. 

Walking down the familiar hall, he made his way towards Scrooge's office. He knocked and waited for an answer. He stood there in the hall, not moving an inch, staring at the door and waiting for Scrooge to open it or say, "come in." 

While he was waiting, he couldn't help but feel something was wrong. A chill ran down his spine as he felt the temperature drop. He looked below him and saw something black wrapped itself around his leg.

He let out a scream that echoed through the empty hall. He turned around with the thought of its source behind him. But he found nothing. He looked at his foot again and it was normal. Everything was normal. Maybe it was just his imagination. "Come in," Scrooge permitted.

Disregarding the event that happened, Huey opened the door and saw Scrooge facing the wall. He stood tall and intimidating, and Huey suddenly felt small. It was as if the world around him grew bigger while he stayed small. Small Huey.

"What is it, lad?" Scrooge asked, not bothering to face the little duck who came to visit him. What was Huey going to ask again? He forgot. But that didn't stop the words to spill from his mouth as if he just memorized a script. "Do you want to hang out? You know... Just you and me!" Huey requested, his voice peppy and full of hope.

Scrooge was silent, once again. Huey patiently awaited his reply, like a good boy. Scrooge then spoke, "hang out? Why would I want to hang with you?" 

Huey was confused. "What?" he asked. "I said..." Scrooge said, his voice laced with coldness, it made Huey shiver. He turned around and faced Huey, showing him his angry eyes filled with a black substance. Not a single color was reflected. "Why would I want to hang with you?" Scrooge repeated. Huey felt smaller than ever. 

He backed away, his back pressed on the door. "But... But..." Huey stuttered, looking at the tall man that was towering over him. He felt like a child. He felt like a baby. "I'm a good boy..." He answered. 

"Hah! Good boy?!" Scrooge's voice boomed in the small room that felt like it was getting smaller and smaller by the second. He felt like he was suffocating, and Scrooge's mocking voice was not helping. It made it worse. Scrooge pointed his cane at Huey and said, "you are no good boy! You are just a rat living in my house! Eating my food!" 

Scrooge's words hurt. It felt like a million bees are stinging his heart repeatedly. He wanted to cry but he can't. Not here, not now. 

Scrooge's mouth opened and water started to drip from his mouth as he insulted the boy clad in red. As Scrooge said more insults, the pace of the water became faster and faster until it was falling like a waterfall. It filled the room rapidly. Huey tried to open the door, but it won't budge. He was locked inside. Huey kept trying, pushing and pulling the handles of the door, but it will not move. The water rose quickly until it was higher than Huey's waistline. 

As the water rose, Scrooge roared insults and mockery about Huey.

"You dumb pain in the neck!"