Darkwing Duck One Shots

Darkwing Duck Special

(This is still gonna be a (Y/N) (L/N) thing. It's just different. This is one of those horror stories slash fanfic. Yes. I'm making a scary Darkwing Duck fanfic. It's one of those cyber ones. Like you're online and you receive an anonymous message from someone who's interested in you, but it takes a dark turn. I'm not gonna reveal who it is until later though, but here's a hint... It's a super villain. Enjoy.)

You're a nineteen year old girl named (Y/N) (L/N). You're a young (favorite animal) woman who lives in the city of St. Canard. You've only lived there for ten years, though. When you were nine years old, you and your parents moved from Zgharta, Lebanon to St. Canard in the U.S.

You actually come from a wealthy family, so you all lived in a mansion back in Lebanon and you lived in one in St. Canard until you moved out and got your own place last year. You live in an upstairs apartment above an antique shop with your best friend Ruth Green who's a chicken girl. Best part about living over there is that your parents own that entire building, so you have a good deal. They help you with money.

You're both driving down the road. You're behind the wheel. She's sitting on the passenger's side. You say, "Wanna go to the mall?" She says, "Yeah. I've been meaning to go to Claire's to get Carley that stuffed cat she's been wanting." You say, "You've got the sweetest little sister." She says, "Thank you. She means so much to me."

You say, "I've never had any siblings. I was my parents' valuable treasure. They'd tell me that, but in Arabic. Me being from Lebanon." She says, "And not to mention you're fucking rich. Your parents own our apartment building, their own food court in the mall under your guys' last name and their own company here. You're loaded, woman. You're lucky to have what you have."

You get to the mall and you park right outside. You and Ruth get out of the car and you say, "Come on. We'll eat while we're in here. I need something in my stomach. We can eat at my parents' restaurant." She smiles and says, "Fine by me."

You head inside. You're unaware that you were being watched by someone in a black hoodie. Hood up. They're standing behind a wall of the building. It doesn't show their face, but it shows a grin on their faces. They walk off.

Right inside, you and Ruth are in the food court, sitting at a table and eating food from the restaurant that your parents own. It's a Lebanese restaurant under your guys' last name. And seeing that you're family's rich.

Ruth says, "This is what life was like for you as a child back in Lebanon, huh? All the food you could get. Toys. Games. Probably a pony. All of that." You say, "I actually had a tiger instead of a pony. She was an inside pet."

Her eyes widen and she says, "A fucking tiger in your house?" You say, "She was trained and she was protective of me. Her name was Aziza. I loved her. Sadly she died before we moved here." She says, "Awe. I'm sorry." 

You're unaware that you're being watched yet again. The same person in the black hoodie is by the same counter you and Ruth were at moments ago, getting food for themselves. They get it and they pay for it. They turn to face you and they smirk. They walk off and they find a table a bit further from yours to eat at.

After eating at the mall and shopping, you and Ruth head out and you get to your car. You get inside and you say, "Alright. Let's go home. We can watch anything you want on Netflix." She says, "Okay." You start the car and you drive back home.

(Time skip.)

Later on at around 7:35pm, you're on your laptop on facebook. You're talking to a friend back in Lebanon on there. A friend named Malika. You have a translator on your facebook messenger, so you can talk to her easily.