Duckshots!

Peeking! (Donald & Della)

2017 Ducktales
Donald Centric
Slight! Donald & Della
Fluff

Donald was cuddled in a fort of blankets. He was so thankful that Della bit the bullet and went with Uncle Scrooge to find whatever it was he looking for. He really didn't want to be trapped in the snow with them, and their grandmother's old cabin was warm.

He had nearly drifted off when then the TV blared the national anthem. He jerked awake and scrambled for the remote. That was weird, he thought he had turned it off early.

"Man, how old is this thing?" He rubbed his eyes, stretched, and yawned. He knew that sound meant it was midnight. "Aren't they supposed to be back?"

They weren't supposed to be gone this long. He picked up the popcorn bowl and ate a handful of the stale stuff. He grimaced and headed towards the kitchen when he heard a knock at the back door.

"About time," he grumbled as he slid the glass door open. He blinked. As far as he could see over the white expanse and down to the forest line, there wasn't a single soul, "Mm."

He closed the door and frowned. He headed back to the kitchen and threw away the popcorn. He grabbed a drink out of the fridge. He noticed a small drip on the floor. He must have spilled his drink when he opened it. He wiped it up, and another knock came from the back door. He sighed and went to open it.

"Ha, ha, guys, very funny!" He called. There was no response as cold air whipped through the backyard. "Guys?!"

After another second of silence, he locked the door and sat back down in his blanket pile. He tried to get comfortable and put the knocking out of his mind. It still bothered him. Who was out here this late at night, in a snowstorm?

He had finally gotten curled up and decided for one last glance out the glass door. He froze when he saw it. The face staring back at him reflected like a mirror. That meant someone... someone was in the house. They had to be, or he would've seen them walking across the backyard a few seconds ago.

He screamed and threw the door open. He ran into the cold, not looking back. He saw a lantern on the edge of the forest and he ran towards it.

"Uncle Scrooge!" He panted as he ran towards his uncle.

"Donald, there you are. I asked Della to fetch ya ages ago. Help me carry this, won't you?" Scrooge handed him a bag. Realization slapped him across the face with a slow and heavy sting.

"I'm gonna kill her!" He mumbled, marching back towards the house where his sister's laughter could be heard all the way from the woods.

"Bet next time you'll lock both doors!" Della laughed, running from her brother's raft.

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