Ducktales: Journey to Agartha - Act 3

Chapter 51: KitKats

When Ellie said she was going to break into the André Rieu concert with Mark, she meant it. They got in by her throwing a brick through a window when the orchestra was in the middle of playing "Love in Maastricht", one of Ellie's favorites, so it was lovely to listen to while doing another one of her favorite activities, breaking and entering.

They walked down the aisle with shattered glass in their hair, looking for a place to sit, but obviously it was full of elderly couples, only elderly couples. It was sold out after all.

Eventually Ellie settled on approaching a random man she scanned at the end of a random aisle. "Hello, sir." She greeted.

He smiled politely back. "Hello, young lady! How can I help you?"

Ellie gave no shits about how nice this fucking boomer was.

"No, you cannot help me." Her voice was blunt and showed no emotion, which only creeped the old man out. That was good on Ellie and Mark's behalf. "I just wanted to let you know that you have two days, four hours, and twenty-six minutes to live. You have lung cancer, correct? I know you are on treatment and the doctor most likely told you you have a few more months. Well you do not, it is a lot more aggressive than either of you realize. So, you should spend more time with your wife there," She pointed to the old woman, "rather than sitting in a classical music concert. That is not very intimate. You two might want to talk as much as possible because she will live a lot longer than you will. Why not go on a dinner date right now instead of... this." She gestured to the concert around. "Do you not agree?"

The old man didn't even say anything, he just grabbed his wife's hand and walked out, sobbing.

Ellie smiled and gestured for Mark to enter the aisle, with now empty seats, first.

Mark started to laugh obnoxiously, which was disturbing people in the nearby rows. "Holy shit, Ellie! That was literally the funniest thing ever! That boomer totally deserved it!" He sat down in the now empty chair with Ellie following suit.

"Okay, so like, what's the point in listening to old people music again? It's not really my vibe, ya know?"

"I know it is not your 'vibe', I just really love the sound of it. It is soothing." She smiled. "But for organics, like yourself," As if that needed to be pointed out. "It has a lot of benefits. Such as having a positive impact on your mood, productivity, and creativity."

"Mmhmm so like, is anyone going to be coming around and giving us popcorn or something? Please tell me that this entire thing isn't just sitting here and listening to music?!"

"Shh!" One of the people sitting a row in front of Mark and Ellie turned around and shot Mark a look.

Mark flipped that person off before slumping in his chair and crossing his arms. "Fuck, the nerve of some people..." He muttered under his breath.

Ellie ignored what he just said to answer his previous question. "Of course the entire point of this is to listen to and observe the orchestra. And no, there will not be 'popcorn'." She had no idea what popcorn was but she didn't bother to search up what it was in her data. "You are an idiot."

Something about that last statement triggered something in Mark.

He saw... what he assumed was Ellie on the ground. It was too blurry to tell, but it looked like they were in a warehouse.

"GODDAMNIT, MARK! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! YOU ARE AN IDIOT!" She shouted. "I AM REPLACEABLE BUT YOU ARE NOT! WHY CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT?!"

She turned her attention to someone behind him.

"TINA STOP! I KNOW WE ARE NOT GETTING OUT OF HERE AND THAT MY SON WILL NOT BE REBUILT! LOSING HIM WAS ENOUGH! I HAVE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH TORTURE TO PLEASE YOU, BUT MARK HAS NOT SO GO AHEAD AND KILL ME RIGHT NOW TO MESS WITH HIM! SMASH MY HEAD IN!"