Two Sided Coin//Scrooge McDuck x Reader

Junior Woodchuck Guidebook

Today was a free day, which meant a customary 'Battle of Wits' that Scrooge had with Glomgold. At least once a week they met at the Duckburg Billionaire's Club, one of the most outrageous and snobby places in the world, to face off in a staring contest that they thought established dominance. You, being a non-billionaire, were assigned to wait outside of the room with the kids.

You were scrolling boredly through your phone, waiting for the contest to end, when a full grown man walked past you. It caught your eye not only because no one else ever came to the club, but also because the bird stopped directly in front of you. Social anxiety crept up your throat as you looked up to see who stopped to bother you.

A tall bird with gray feathers and a short silver beak was staring down at you with big yellow eyes. He was dressed business-casual, and was clearly trying way to hard to look like he wasn't trying. You'd gone out without putting in effort before, and it was clear how hard he was truly trying. "Can I... help you?"

He sat beside you without warning. You scooted closer to the boys on your other side, who were looking at the man with their beaks hanging open. Without warning, he grabbed you by the shoulder, pulling you in way too close and snapping a selfie that he immediately went to post online.

"This is gonna get sooooo many likes!" Beaks posted it, and you saw the upvotes skyrocket in seconds, before he bothered to address you. "Mark Beaks, founder of Waddle, but of course you know that. You- you're that weird adventurer girl, aren't you? The human-y one? What was your name again? Humana? Humanessa? Humanlynn?"

Your lip twitched upward. "(Y/n)."

"That was it!" He snapped his fingers as if he had been anywhere close. "I've gotta go into the billionaires club, 'bout to join their ranks, no big deal-"

"True, I already know the rest of them."

"-I'm gonna ignore that, TTYL, (Y/n)! You are such a headline!"

He walked away as he talked and shut the massive doors to the billionaire's room, where you caught a glimpse of Scrooge and Glomgold in the middle of their very manly staring contest.

"You know Mark Beaks?" Huey asked excitedly.

"Who was that?" You and Dewey asked synchronously.

"Only the coolest guy ever!" Huey squealed. "He's the founder of Waddle!"

"Huh," you glared at the door he had gone through. "Seemed like he really enjoyed how different I looked. Most obvious attention-"

"Aunt (Y/n)!" Huey cut you off before you could swear.

"I'm just saying, I don't like him."

The next day, the kids had internships with Mark Beaks. You forgot about that, but were grateful that Scrooge pulled you out of the house before the kids could ask you to tag along.

"Why are we going to the billionaires club again?" You asked Scrooge as you walked into the building.

"Glomgold's coming up with a plan to get rid of Mark Beaks."

Scrooge put air quotes around the name as if it was fake. You walked into the staring contest room with him as an 'Important Guest.' As soon as you entered, you plugged your ears. A horrid remix of Scottish bagpipes made techno was blasting at full volume over the speakers, which you ran to shut off as soon as you found the button.

The room was split right down the center by a massive black line. Half of the room was dedicated to Glomgold's taste, all teal and yellow, and the right half was dedicated to Scrooge's proud tartan. In the middle, Glomgold was setting up a projector, where Scrooge found an empty pizza box lying on the ground.