It's been almost a week since we moved back into the houseboat, and my brothers just left to get the last of their things. All my stuff is in my room, still in boxes except for my blanket and pillows. I've isolated myself to my room, only leaving when I need to eat or use the bathroom, and I haven't talked to anyone in days. I feel bad about what I said to Uncle Scrooge. He didn't deserve that. Looking back, he was definitely distraught after it happened. I think he did the best he could at the time.
I feel responsible for us falling apart this time, so I've been trying to stay away from everyone. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore. I'd rather be the one hurting than hurt anyone else. Uncle Donald keeps trying to convince me to leave my room to hang out outside, but I just want to be alone. He finally drags me out of my room, and I curl up next to the staircase, staring out at the open ocean as I rub my penny necklace between my thumb and index fingers.
Launchpad opens up a box labelled 'garbage' with trinkets from our adventures, saying, "Hey guys, I think you misplaced this box."
Dewey says, "We're throwing that away."
Webby exclaims, "What?! The Druid's Cup?! This Mt. Neverrest t-shirt?! The Golden Khopesh of Toth-Ra that you conned Launchpad out of?! Those artifacts are special!"
Dewey says bitterly, "It's just old junk."
He tosses his Druid Cup into the ocean, and Huey gently sets down his Mt. Neverrest shirt in the water, watching it float away a bit before shooting it with a flaming arrow and setting it ablaze.
Louie grabs the khopesh and pretends to throw it, hiding it behind his back as he says, "Goodbye. Sploosh!'
Huey asks, "Seriously?"
Dewey adds, "You're still holding it."
Louie groans, saying, "Oh, fine."
He dangles the khopesh over the water, but Huey snatches it out of his hand, launching it as far as he can.
Louie shouts, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"
He runs inside and comes back out in a scuba suit, Huey and Dewey having to hold him back from jumping into the water.
I hear Webby and Launchpad talking quietly near me, and I don't think they've noticed I'm out here yet, "I can't believe it's really over. I mean, they're falling apart, and they're family! Are we next?"
Launchpad responds, "Don't worry. I've crashed literally hundreds of Mr. McD's vehicles, and he always gets over it. The boys and Izzy will, too."
Webby says, "I don't know. This feels different. They blame Scrooge for their Mom's disappearance, and Izzy's basically removed herself from everyone. I think she blames herself for this."
I sigh, knowing she's right. I do blame myself. My family's falling apart again and I caused it.
Launchpad says, "It'll blow over. They'll be a happy family living in the mansion before you know it."
Uncle Donald bursts out of the houseboat, exclaiming, "Kids! Good news! Where have you always wanted to go?"
Louie asks, struggling against his triplets, "Into the water to go get my Khopesh?"
Uncle Donald responds, "What? No. Cape Suzette! We're moving there tomorrow!"
Huey exclaims, "A new town!"
Dewey adds, "Cape Suzette, here we come!"
Louie adds, "Finally!"
Dewey grabs my wrist, pulling me inside excitedly.
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DuckTales: Remembrance [Lena x OC]
RandomMy name is Izzy, and I'm Donald Duck's niece. I'm 6 years older than my brothers Huey, Dewey, and Louie, and we all grew up together on the houseboat. My brothers are incredibly mischevious and are always causing trouble, so they can never be left a...