Alone on a thread| Ducktales

Prologue

Louie's POV:

Louie is tired, he is tired of everything. He missed it when it was only him, his brothers and his uncle Donald. Don't get him wrong, he hated living in poverty but... they all were happy. Now... he doesn't smile that much anymore and he's not allowed to scheme anymore because of... Della. His "mother", she took the only thing he was good at away from him. He... He doesn't know what to do.

"Louie! Earth to Louie!" A familiar voice called out, Huey, his older brother.

"Huh? Oh, hi Huey, did you ask something?"

"Uncle Scrooge is calling the family for some reason. We should get going before he gets mad"

"Ah, where's Dewey?"

"With mom"

"... Okay, we should go"

They walked off, down the stairs to the huge living room. All of the McDuck clan (Even the people that were not blood related) were there.

Oh sh*t, we did something wrong again

A voice in his head said, making him uneasy.

No we didn't

Della looks mad, she's walking to us again

"Hey Lou," Dewey said, waving to me. "Hi Dew"

"You look worried, are you okay?"

"I don't know, I think Della- I mean mom is mad at me again but, I can't think of anything I did wrong" I said, fiddling with my sleeve, scratching where I cut myself.

"No worries, you've been with us the whole time, nothing happened"

"I don't know Dewey.. I-"

"Louie"

"Yes mom?"

"Did you steal that ring I had?"

"What no! Why the hell would I do that?"

"Lad, you just need to tell her, nothing would happen"

"What- no, I didn't take it, why the hell... I was with Huey and Dewey the whole time!"

"He does have a point, mom, he was with us," Dewey said.

"I saw him in their bedroom!" Webby exclaimed, nodding her head.

"Of course I have a point! You know what Della!"

"... Louie, I'm your mother. Please I'm sorry, call me-"

"No! Stop, I'm tired. Every little thing is my fault! Is it because of the incident, I said sorry! I did! Why the hell are you still like this?"

"It is not my fault that you're like this! I came to be your mother not your punching bag"

"You're not! You know, I can just breathe and you take something wrong with it. I said sorry, I wasn't thinking right, why can't you be like Uncle Donald?"

"What does that mean?"

"Be a god damn good parent!"

"... Go to your room"

"What?"

"To your room Louie!"

"... You... why..." Louie started crying, running to his bedroom.

"Louie! Come back!" Dewey, Webby and Huey screamed, running after him.

"Las, you were to hard on him"

"WHAT?! No"

"... I hate to say it but I agree with Scrooge"

"You too Mrs. B?!"

"Yes, he has a lot on his plate"

"Las, you have been picking on him. I feel as if you don't like him"

"Of course I love him! He's my son"

"That doesn't mean anything, lass. Stop doing that, he's had a lot happen"

"I don't care! HE'S MY SON, he needs to act like it"

"He is his own person Della"

"I know Mrs. B! I know... what should I do?"

"Say sorry lass"

"Huh... what? NO!"

"Then he'll hate you"

"No he'll not, he's Huey and Dewey's brother"

"... That, is not okay lass, even I know that"

"Ugh... can we just not?"

'...

"Leave me alone!" Louie screamed, crying out loudly.

"Louie, please allow us in. We're not going to be mean!" Weby screamed, banging on the door.

"R... really, you won't?" Louie asked, opening the door.

"Louie, do you want to talk about it?" Huey asked, hugging Louie.

They all did, embracing the love.