When Duckburg falls under an tyrannical dictatorship, the worst "heroes" imaginable are forced to the task of placing everything back in order. (Illustrated fanfiction!)
Sitting down at her work desk, Gloria sighed. She had pulled an all-nighter again and Gyro's stupid ass told her to redo her research 3 fucking times. What an asshole. A kinda hot asshole but an asshole all the same.
What time was it anyway? She took out her phone. 7:30 AM!? Shit bro, she needed to eat something. Gyro only had gluten free crap which was absolutely disgusting. She should head out to McDonald's and get a big mac. Hell yeah. That sounded good.
Since she was already on her phone, she opened up to the homescreen to check her messages. Still nothing from Ellie. It had been four days and she hadn't contacted Gloria at all. She had no idea where she was. Whether she was with Glomgold, Mark, or on the streets was up in the air. Gloria had called a few times with no answer. Needless to say, she was a bit concerned Ellie was getting involved with a wanna be dictator. And also the fact Ellie had murder plans.
Gloria wasn't going to lie, lately Ellie had been freaking her out. Maybe it was best to stay away from her and let her do her own weird dictator support thing by herself.
Moving on, Gloria stood up and walked over to Gyro's "research room" or whatever he called it. He had showed up at 6:30 with his black coffee, not even bothering to say good morning. "Sup Gyrooooooo!" She called out, walking over to his cranky self.
He huffed. "Good morning, Gloria. What do you want?"
"I just wanted to tell you that you're an asshole and that I'm also going to McDonald's. Does your Gluten-Free self want anything? Maybe a biscuit or some french fries?"
He fake laughed at her joke even though it was most definitely an insult. "No. But can you do me a favor while you're out?"
"No."
"Good. I need you to head over to the McDuck manor to warn Scrooge of Ellie's murder plans. I haven't gotten around to doing that yet because I've been busy upgrading the GizmoDuck suit."
"Wait, you didn't already tell him? Wouldn't that be top priority or something?"
He shrugged, continuing to type codes into his computer that was attached to the Gizmoduck suit. "Not really. Just go do it."
"Aight I will."
Gloria turned to go to her favorite place, McDonald's, before heading over to the manor when a package was thrown her way, hitting her on the back of the head.
"Make sure you wear that or you'll be executed this Sunday. It was mandatory as of yesterday."
Gloria turned back around to pick up the package that fell on the floor and opened it. "This shit is ugly as fuck! What is this, a plaid skirt?"
The mandatory outfit (assigned by Glomgold) for women consisted of a white button down shirt and a red plaid skirt. Red plaid pants for the guys. And most importantly, a pin to wear of their lord and savior, Glomgold, on their chest.
"We got a new dictator now." Gyro mumbled. "But that's old news."
"It's bullshit news if you ask me." Gloria took the package into the bathroom to change before leaving to tell her boss dude that he may die from her friend. Casual Tuesday stuff.
