Ducktales: Journey To Agartha - Act 5

Chapter 31: The Time Watch Incident

Stepping out of the shower, Mark wiped down the steamy mirror so he could get a good look at his steaming good looks ;) His shiny feathers, devilish smirk, pristine looks, and the sexy swoop of his hair. He winked at himself in the mirror like the little bitch he was before pulling out his phone.

It was late, 2 am late, and he really needed to go to bed. Especially after days and days of having Bitchany around. But there was always time to check the news and social media now that his fame was through the roof. More than it had been in a long time. And the amount of people investing in his company was a whole other story that brought another smile to his face.

The newest articles that popped up read as followed:

Ta-Da Project Finally Revealed!

The Beauty of Beaks' Advertising Stunt!

Is Markany Still A Thing?!

Why You Should Invest In Waddle NOW!

Mark Beaks is STILL the HOTTEST Man Alive!

That title definitely made Mark grin, but after that, the titles steered away from him and more toward Ellie.

What We Know About Ellie...

Free Labor! Say Goodbye to Pesky Daycare!

Will THEY Turn on Humanity?!

How to Prevent a Robot From Replacing YOUR Job!

Robots Will Make Your Life 10X Easier! We Promise You!

Does It Really Have Emotions?

The list went on and on. It was difficult to choose just one to read, but Mark finally settled on one called "Top 10 Uses for an E.L.L.I.E!" They must've thought her name was an acronym. Whatever.

The article started out simple enough. How robots could help around the house, assist with children, and perform other household chores, along with maid services. Then it geared toward free labor for smaller businesses, as well as how robots could actually create jobs for people rather than taking them away.

But the end of the article is when it started getting a bit... off putting.

It focused on her looks and how lifelike she was. She wasn't "hot" but "had the possibility of being so" and "an E.L.L.I.E could bring a new light to the adult entertainment industry."

Mark decided to stop reading there. To say that homeboy was starting to feel guilt would be an understatement. He took the one person that he truly cared about and turned her into merchandise. Mark Beaks was a pretty disgusting person but even he knew his limits. He closed out of all of the articles on his phone and started jamming out to ABBA. When his favorite song, Angel Eyes, started playing, he set his phone down and started to work on his hair. He gave a few flexing poses at himself in the mirror. Even a wink.

Mark had about 12 different bottles of hair products for his hair. Some were for styling, others for volume, and the rest were used to keep it healthy and as rich as he was. He would rake his fingers through his hair to the tempo of the song.

There was a solid 20 minutes of Mark just getting ready for the night and bopping out to ABBA before he finally walked out of the bathroom.

"Ooooh, see that girl. Watch that scene. Digging the dancing queeeeeeen! Friday night and the lights-"

Mark's little concert was cut off when he was suddenly tackled to the floor. His phone, and some of his backups, flying across the room. His vision blurred until it finally focused on Ellie above him holding a steak knife. One hand was across his throat while the other brought the knife down, sinking it into the area by his clavicle. He wasn't entirely sure why she hadn't stabbed his neck head on, but the fact she stabbed him at all was enough to scare the shit out of him. He didn't have to see to know there was blood soaking through his golden silk bathrobe. Damnit. He didn't have a backup on him.