Darkwing Duck One Shots

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(Y/N) Your Name. (L/N) Last Name.

Your name. (Y/N) (L/N). Age. Twenty nine. You're a young woman who lives in the city of St. Canard. You've actually just moved there not too long ago. You were actually born in Thailand, but your parents couldn't afford to keep you, so they had to put you up for adoption and so you wouldn't have to be in a poor living condition.

They did what they felt was best for you. You were adopted by an American couple. They named you (Y/N) and they took you home with them. So, you never knew your biological parents until you were sixteen and going to visit them in Thailand to meet them for the first time. You were living in Las Vegas, Nevada for a while.

Now you reside in St. Canard which is located in the north east. What's cool is that now your parents are doing pretty well. After your visit to seeing them, your adoptive parents sent them enough money to move to the U.S. and live closer to you. They now have their own Thai restaurant under their last name. Which would've been your original one.

Now you work at a tattoo store. You've got tattoos on your arms, one on your lower back and one where nobody notices. Your butt. You're a tattoo artist. You make little tattoos, big ones, etc. The majority of your customers that you've had were mostly criminals or fugitives. For some reason, you felt fine with this.

You're at work right now in fact. You're tattooing the leg of a mouse girl who had just turned eighteen today. You say, "How do you want it, sweets?" She says, "I want one of a whale. Some waves along with it." You say, "Alright. A whale it is, babe." You proceed to tattoo her leg. It's on her bottom leg.

After you're done she looks down and she gasps. She says, "That's a lot cooler than I thought it would be. I'm glad I came to you." You smirk and you say, "I'm happy you did." You walk off and you get to the register.

You say, "That'll be two hundred dollars, hon." She pays you and you say, "Alright. Keep that gauze on the tattoo for about two or so hours and be in a cleaner area. You don't want dirt on a new tattoo." She says, "Got it. Thanks." She heads out.

You close the register and you walk into the back room. You sigh and you say, "I need to get out again. Maybe take Stacy with me. Some drinks. Maybe a club." You sit down and you get your phone out. You message Stacy for a bit until you hear the bell for a new customer.

(Time skip.)

Later on at 10pm, you and Stacy are out. You're in a club. It's located downstairs, underneath a gymnastics place for little girls ages six to twelve. That place is closed for now until about 9am tomorrow.

Your friend Stacy Monsoon is your age. She's a husky dog woman with black hair pinned back in a ponytail, a dragon tattoo on her right arm. You gave her that tattoo five years ago. She has on a white tank top, black pants, etc. You're wearing a black shirt with drooping sleeves and dark red pants.

You take a drink of your mixed drink and you say, "I'm just happy to have my biological parents around." Stacy says, "Why did they have to give you up again?" You say, "Terrible living conditions and they couldn't afford to keep me. My parents that adopted happened to be in Thailand at the time. They took me as their own. I'm glad I went to Thailand while I did. Now they're doing great and own that restaurant under their last name."

Stacy says, "Right. I guess they wanted you to have a chance to live a better life, huh?" You say, "Pretty much. I'm just glad THEY'RE doing better. Those are my birth parents. They moved here for me. They taught me Thai and I taught them English, so we could communicate better."

Stacy says, "That's good. Adoptive or biological, you've got some loving ass parents. My dad left my mom after she had me, but things worked out just fine." You say, "You were probably better off. He would've more than likely ruined your life, anyways." She says, "True."