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Smile Dip Experiment! (Dewey)

2017 Ducktales
Dewey Centric
Rated T

Basically the Russia Sleep Experiment CreepyPasta

⚠️ Trigger Warning: ⚠️
Fighting
Violence
Blood
Psychosis

Context: This takes place right after the nephews move in and Webby is still pretty shy about breaking the rules.

"Darkwing Duck Marathon anybody?!" Dewey waved the set of DVDs he bought at a garage sale in front of the others' faces.

"Isn't that really old TV show that Launchpad watches?" Louie asked, not looking up from his phone.

"Yeah, it's on every time I go over, but I can never figure if there's an overarching plot or not." Dewey shrugged, putting the first move in the tape. "Time to find out!"

"Oh, what are we watching?!" Webby came into the room as the TV lit up.

"Darkwing Duck." Dewey informed her. "Do you want to help me bring some snacks in here?"

"Oh, Granny will be mad if we eat on the couch." She rubbed her arm nervously.

"It's totally fine." Dewey blew her concern off. "Mrs. B and Uncle Scrooge are spending the weekend fighting Robot-Nazi or something. I didn't pay much attention to the details but they'll be gone for a while."

"Okay!" She beamed and followed him to the kitchen.

They loaded up on popcorn, snacks, candy and, "Hey Webby, what's Smile Dip?"

"This candy from the 90s that was banned in America, and several other countries, why?" Dewey held up several cases of the stuff. "Oh, my gosh! We've had some this whole time!"

They carried their loot back into the TV room. Webby dove straight for the Smile Dip, wanting to try it.

"Alright, let's push play on these bad boys!" Dewey grabbed the romote.

"Uh, Webby, don't you think that's sorta bad for you considering its like decades old?" Dewey asked as she ate her third bag of the stuff.

"No, it's delicious!" She beamed with wild eyes.

"Is that Smile Dip? Wasn't it discontinued after people claim it made their kids go crazy?" Louie added just now joining the conversation.

"Dextrose, Maltodextrin, Citric Acid, Calcium Stearate," Huey read the package, "no wonder that's pure sugar and somethings I've never heard of before!"

"You'd like it if you tried it," Webby snapped. Then she snatched her own bag and scooted away. "Not mine though!"

Dewey looked at the colorful package.

"Dewey! I know that look, don't you," Huey watched as his brother downed the package in one swallow, "and you've done it great. If you puke, please do so in the appropriate receptacle."

"She's right, this soooo good!" Dewey hummed. He plopped down and open another bag of the candy.

He reached for another bag, when had he finished the second bag. Dewey felt jittery, like he could take on the world. How was Webby sitting with this feeling rumbling in her stomach? His hand twitched on their own. Another episode of Darkwing was going off, and Webby was on her eighth bag of candy.

"Okay, Webby, I think we need to cut you," Webby growled at Huey as he reached for the bag. He jumped back. "Ahh!"

"Just leave it, Hue! She's fine!" Dewey reached for another bag. Though he frowned as he stood up to his brother afraid Huey might yell at him. Why did feel like that? Huey wouldn't yell at him right?

"I don't think you should eat anymore either," Huey said.

"Haha. You're funny. Have fun stopping me." Something dark had entered Dewey's voice, causing even Louie to look up.

Dewey was still on edge he was challenging his brother this feeling in chest wouldn't go away that Huey was after him and now after his candy. Webby didn't mind; she was watching Darkwing and eating pure sugar.

Louie picked up a bag that still had a little in it and sniffed it. "Oh man, it even smells old. How are you eating it?"

Dewey shrugged and picked up several more bags before rolling back to his spot to watch TV. Curiosity got the best of Louie and he poured the powder on his tongue. It didn't taste one hundred percent awful. He reached for a bag.

"Not you too!" Huey whined.

"Just one bag," Louie waved it off.

"Webby, are you bleeding?" Huey noticed a patch of feathers missing from her arm.

"What no? I'm excited for the next episode! Put it on Dewey!" He did, and Huey went to get the first aid kit.

"You've got to be more careful, Webby." He reached for her arm and she hissed at him. Then she looked embarrassed a little. She extended her arm, making sure her candy didn't get too close to him.

Dewey ignored the other two as he watched TV. Boy, did his knee hurt. He had crashed his bike and scraped it up, and he kept bandaids on for about a week now. Though now they were gone and he was scratching at the mark that was still there.

"Dewey, now you're bleeding." Dewey barely made out his brother's words as Hur put a bandage on him. He mumbled something and walked away.

"Okay, that's it. I think you need to go to sleep." Huey turned off the TV. Dewey barely noticed the mumbling Webby beside him.

"What no! I can't sleep. I need know what happens to Mr. Banana-Brain!" Louie was suddenly interested in the show.

"No, I think it's time to call it quits." Huey crossed his arms. "Besides you've all been watching the title card for forty minutes."

"You're exaggerating," Dewey blew a raspberry.

"I'm not," Huey huffed. "Plus you haven't showered in days."

"Whaaaaaat? We've only been here for," Dewey faltered. How long had it been? Why was Huey in different clothes?

"For forty-eight hours straight!" Huey yelled.

"No way we've been here," Louie checked his phone. "That's impossible."

"Seriously, no more Smile Dip and no more Darkwing Duck until you get some sleep and baths." He tried to grab the box of candy, which was now half empty.

Dewey got to it first and pulled it away growling. "No, I found! It's mine!"

"Hey, no fair!" Louie scrambling off the couch.

"You want it. You're going to have to pry from my dead hands." He spat at his brother.

Louie lunged and clawed at him. Dewey covered his face and felt his brother's nails dig into his arms. Someone tried to pull him off to no avail. The pain in Dewey's arms was growing with each of Louie's hits. Dewey curled up in a ball as a punch landed in his ribs. Huey was screaming frantically, but Louie didn't seem to hear him. Dewey felt his brother's foot sting as it bashed into his stomach or any place it could hit. Unopen Smile Dip packs surrounded him and Dewey could only see flashes of the neon bags and green and the hits stopped.

Objects, people, and noises flashed by him until he found himself sitting in a hospital bed. Donald stood over him. Three other beds were in the room, and Huey sat on one and was covered bruises. Webby was in a daze looking around the room, Mrs. Beakley holding her hand. Louie was staring Dewey down.

"Dewey, you're awake."

"I was never asleep." The words came out strangled. Donald looked concerned.

"Are you okay?" Dewey nodded, finding it hard to talk. His uncle sighed with relief. He had been the last to 'wake up'. Louie sorta shook his head a little as Donald asked. "What happened?"

Truthfully, he said, "I don't remember."

When they came back to the house, they were ushered back to their bedroom, but not before Dewey caught a glimpse of the TV room. Food, feathers, blood and Smile Dip (both open and unopen) were scattered all over the floor. What had happened? Why did he feel like Louie might jump any second, and most importantly why didn't he want to go to sleep?

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