Ducktales: Journey To Agartha - Act 5

Chapter 68: The Scarlet Letter

Ellie had paperwork in front of her, but she wasn't exactly doing it. She couldn't stop thinking about Mark. Not because she was lowkey yandere, but because she was so close to him and did nothing. She let him be kidnapped because she was too afraid of the consequences if she stepped in. Was that wrong? Maybe. She didn't even bother to say anything and he probably thought she was dead. Or something stupid like she was abducted by aliens because this is Mark we're talking about. No matter. She was upset with the decision she made and couldn't focus. The busy eggmen chattering everywhere didn't really help; she just needed a moment alone.

Where did women go to be alone when they were in emotional distress? Ah, yes. The bathroom.

When she got there, she sat on the tiled floor. Disgusting to the average person but the bathroom was extremely clean. Every Egglady in the right mind tried to hold it all day to avoid squirming out of their ugly ass onesie. And it was because the bathroom was so unused that Ellie didn't feel the need to even enter a stall. But that was also because she found toilets disgusting which was understandable. Clean or not.

She curled in on herself and hid her face in her knees for privacy. She couldn't even get privacy in her own room with Kyle's stupid cockroach door.

It didn't take long for her to start crying. She had done this for two years and she didn't know how much longer she could keep going. Just continuing to follow commands like nothing was wrong and the threat of torture wasn't being hung over her head.

What if she just took out her flash drive? That way she wouldn't remember her family and would be happy following orders under some threatening cockroach and boomer vulture. It wasn't like she was ever going to escape anyway so what was the point in hanging onto memories?

But deep down she knew she was too much of a wimp to willingly forget everything which only made her more upset. Homegirl was having a full on mental breakdown.

That mental breakdown was cut short when she heard someone come into the bathroom. She knew right away that it was that new chick, Garbo. She was humming a Jimmy Buffett song to herself, thinking she was the only one there. Homegirl was just chilling by the sink but Ellie couldn't see what she was doing.

Ellie peaked around the corner to see the back of Garbo's head... she couldn't see her face but the curly hair rang a bell. She looked familiar.

"...Gloria?"

Shit. Garbo quickly ran out of Ellie's line of sight and put the helmet back on. She walked over back to where Ellie was and waved. "Oh hey! It's just you! Duck Jesus you scared me!" 10/10 acting. "Who's Gloria?"

Duck Jesus. Ellie swore she was losing it. Hallucinating that her friends were there and shit. But it was just fucking Garbo.

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were my friend..." Now there was just awkward silence. "Well... I have to urinate so if you will excuse me." She turned the corner again and sat on the floor. Nice. Hopefully Garbo would leave because she was sooo annoying, unlike Gloria.

Garbo didn't leave. "Is something wrong?" She walked over to where Ellie was on the floor.

Ellie shook her head. "No." Homegirl still couldn't lie for shit.

"You can tell me if something is wrong! It's just me! Your good ol' buddy, Garbo!" She pointed to herself.

She looked up and glared at her. "You are not my fucking 'buddy'." Duck Jesus fucking Christ. Someone was not in a good mood. "I just miss my family is all. Seeing Mark yesterday really got to me." Ellie looked down at the ring on her finger that Kyle surprisingly hadn't taken away. "He is, uh, he is my fiancé so... or was. I do not know what he is doing with his life without me." He could have moved on for all she knew. There was no telling after two years.