Ducktales: Journey To Agartha - Act 5

Chapter 37: Fame and Ratatouille

Ellie sat outside the same cafe as per usual, coloring multiple children's menus, also as per usual. To say she was stressed was a major understatement. She couldn't stop thinking about the previous night, about the three people she and Gloria handed over to Dr. Anity. She always found death so amusing, loving to kill insects and laugh in cemeteries and all, but killing those three people was... different. She felt guilty, a feeling she wasn't all too familiar with.

Not only that, but she was scared. What if Boyd found out what she was doing? He would disown her as a mother. He would be disgusted.

...but did any of that matter in the end when she was going to be forced to stay on the island? It was heart wrenching.

Ellie shook her head to push the thoughts out before continuing to color, almost at the end of her sixth crayon. She would have to harass one of the baristas for more soon.

While Ellie was off having a crisis, Mark had just gotten the paparazzi off of his back for a few moments. He needed to speak to Ellie alone and Brittany was "nice" enough to keep the crowd with her while he did so. It was hard for him to track her down considering they weren't on speaking terms anymore but he eventually found her. Good thing she was sitting outside in a public area.

Mark made his way over to her and sat across the table. "Hey, Ellie. How's it goin'?"

"I believe I told you to walk in the opposite direction if you saw me." She did just talk to him at the party but that was to save his life so whatever.

"You did but I needed to talk to you for a moment."

"No." Damn.

"Okay so you know how I promised I would have a bunch of robots mass produced and sold by the end of the month?" Wow. Great start to the conversation.

"Oh, that is right. Silly me, I had almost forgotten about that." Ellie still hadn't bothered to look up at him, but she was putting more pressure on the crayon she was using.

"Riiiiiiiight sooo umm yeahhhhh that's happening and my mom just told me a few days ago that she wants one... but she wants... you. Specifically."

That caught Ellie's attention.

Mark continued "I tried to ask her why but there is no reasoning with that woman. So... I'm really sorry." He took out a plane ticket from his pocket and slid it across the table, over her menus. "I went ahead and bought you a plane flight to make it easier for yourself. Falcon will pick you up from the airport and I think my mom will treat you with some respect."

Ellie stared at him with absolutely no expression, but he knew her well enough to know she was pissed.

"You are telling me that you sold me to your mother?"

"Not sold! No! I'm not getting any money from this, I swear!" He ran his hand through his hair. "I can't argue against her, Ellie... But hey! At least you'll get to live in a bougie ass place! That'll be cool, right?"

Ellie slammed the crayon on the table, literally cracking the wooden surface. "Yes. It will be sooooo nice to be living in a 'bougie ass place' while working as a servant against my will. Goodness, thank you, Mark. It is much appreciated." She scoffed before raising her voice. "You said you were going to fix this for me and then you hand me over to your mother like an object because you were too much of a coward to say 'no'?! Drop the guilty act! You do not feel guilty! I should have killed you the other night!" She threw the crayon at him. What a power move. "What are you going to tell Boyd? 'Sorry, sport. I sent your mother away to be a servant for life! Haha! Oops!'!" At this point, Ellie's circuits were about to set fire because of how fucking angry she was getting. "Wait a second, that will not happen! You will give him away before you even tell him what happened!"