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Memories, Bullying, and Onomatopoeias

*Quick author's note! I just reread (and edited) the last couple chapters, and they're pretty angst heavy... So this one's a bit fluffier. Also the chapter's vibe probably just depends what music I'm listening to, or what mood I'm in. For example, the last two chapters I was listening to horrific creepy psychotic music from horror movies, because I'm totally normal. Now I'm just kinda in a good mood, so MORE FLUFF!!!!! Still not much though, I'm an angst writer and like to project onto my favourite characters. Onomatopoeias are words that describe sounds btw. That concludes the author's note hope you enjoy it!*

Dewey's P.O.V cuz why not!

I was still awake, despite the late hour of the night it was. Insomnia, of course! Well, I guess it's not only insomnia tonight. Louie got hurt. I know Louie got hurt the least of us when we were younger, it was like he could take anything! Huey got bullied the most, but Louie got his fair share too. That kinda makes it sound like a good thing. It wasn't. I don't think either of them get bothered very much anymore. I mean, we live with Scrooge McDuck! What kind of idiot would bully us now! Unfortunately, we didn't always live with Uncle Scrooge. It used to be us with Uncle Donald on the houseboat, no one else. We didn't have a billionaire's reputation to shield us from bullies back then. I doubt it was too bad though. Usually only getting called names or pushed a couple times. There was one time though, I think we were 6. It was the first time I'd ever seen Louie get violent.

(Remember when I said fluff... What happened?)

FLASHBACK!!!!!!!!!

Henry Brownbear is looming over Huey. I can see blood on his knife, it's inching way too close to Huey's throat. I start to yell, my instincts drowning out any thought. Out of the corner of my eye I see Louie running behind Henry. My throat hurts, but I seem to have Henry's attention.

He yells at me, "Shut it, Blue! Or you're dead too!" I resisted the urge to laugh at his rhyme. I see him turn back to Huey. I glance at the knife, then at Huey. He's terrified, I doubt he would be able run if Henry let him go. I yell again. Henry whips his head back to face me, yelling things I can't hear. I'm completely focused on Huey now. I tell him to run, and he does. Faster than I've ever seen him run before.

"There goes Red," Henry says, "I've always liked Blue better though." I freeze, now I'm screwed. I start to run but he's much faster and grabs me. He throws me to the floor. I can feel tears filling my eyes. Am I going to die?

I squeeze my eyes shut, expecting to feel his knife pierce my throat. He grabs my shirt, pulling me off the floor. He drops me.

"Ouf!" I huff. I sit up. A soft bang sound comes from next to me. I look and see Henry, unconscious, leaning against the wall. His head was bleeding. I face forward again and see Louie and Huey standing above him. Huey looked as shocked as I was. Louie was holding a bloody bat, and panting slightly. He still looked angry, but at the same time he seemed shocked too.

"I wish I had a gun." Louie murmurs. Me and Huey stare at him. What happened to soft little Louie. The same Louie who would cry if someone didn't like his drawings. The same Louie that wouldn't go a day without trying to make at least three new friends. The same Louie who would only tell his brothers to stay away if he was sick. The same Louie who kept over twenty flowers in his bag in case he saw someone who was sad. The same Louie would let a spider crawl in his hands if someone tried to kill it, despite his arachnophobia. What happened to him!

"I think we should go back home." Huey whispers. Louie nods, looking drained. Huey helps me up, and Louie drops the bat to the floor. We all walk back to the houseboat. Each of us covered in different amounts of blood. When we got home, Uncle Donald came running. He wraps us in a big hug, but his relief turns to worry lightning fast.

"What happened! Where were you!" He shouts. He's starting to cry. Huey had told us it was a bad idea to sneak out, and it was, but Louie really wanted to go pick more flowers! Plus everything was so dull and lifeless.

"Boys, what happened!" Uncle Donald persisted. I start to avoid eye contact. If I hadn't convinced Louie to come with me this wouldn't have happened! I told him we'd be fine, and I forced him to come because I knew if he came Huey would too.

"We're really sorry we snuck out!" Huey exclaims. I see Uncle Donald's eyes start to soften. He stops crying.

"It's all right Huey. I'm more worried about what happened that got you all hurt." He says.

"We got attacked by Henry Brownbear." I say. Uncle Donald looks shocked, and he starts crying. Again.

"Don't worry! We handled it!" I say. I'm starting to feel proud that my little brother knocked out a jerk. And starting to wish it was me who'd done it. Huey began explaining everything. Uncle Donald made us dinner and hot chocolate, and we went to bed.

END OF FLASHBACK!!!!

After that, Henry left us alone, most of the time. I don't know if Louie remembers that time, but me and Huey still do. Louie never got hurt when we were younger. Me and Huey and Uncle Donald were always there to make sure he was okay! Now, though, Louie gets hurt the most. I guess we don't pay as much attention to him anymore. I look at my clock again. 7:00?! Wasn't it like 2:00 earlier? I groan. I didn't get any sleep. I probably look like it too.

"Dewey? You're up?" I hear Huey ask from above me.

"I never went to sleep." I drone. I have a headache from the lack of sleep, already. I hear Huey's bed creak a bit. He better not go 'Mom Mode' because I swear sometimes he's worse than Uncle Donald! It's not my fault I have insomnia! Okay, it's a little bit my fault, but it's not like I want to have insomnia! Huey climbs down the ladder, and crawls into bed next to me. I sit up.

"I didn't get much sleep either," He says, "I couldn't stop thinking about Louie. It was my fault he got hurt. I shou-"

I cut him off, " No! It wasn't anyone's fault!" I regain my composure as fast as possible and shoot him a reassuring smile. He smiles back, but I can't tell if he's 100% convinced. To be honest, I'm not 100% convinced. I know it's not Huey's fault, but what if it's mine? If I hadn't froze up I could've explained Loyal was good! Or I could have pushed Louie out of the way of the spell. Or I could have tackled Lena or something! I could have fixed this! But I didn't, because I was too scared.

My smile had faded now, and Huey noticed. I heard him ask if I was alright, but I didn't answer. I didn't wanna talk. He seemed to understand that, so we just sat like that. Silently.

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Until, we heard a squeak from below us. That was it, a squeak. Even so, Huey and I looked at each other for a long time. Both of us listening for another sound. We waited for a full minute before we heard a loud thump. Huey stumbles down the ladder, while I,honest to Zeus, dive off the bunk bed. I hit my knee when I reached the floor, but I hardly even feel it. I look and see Louie, sitting on the floor.

"Louie!" I scream. He turns to face me. I freeze. Staring at Louie, I start to sob.

His face was covered in scars.