Ducktales: Journey To Agartha - Act 2

Chapter 5: Camp 'Gold

The beautiful rays of early afternoon shot through the curtains, hitting Gloria in her smug little face. She groaned, placing the pillow over her face, not wanting to get up and face the real world which was a new North Korean shit show. She sat up knowing she had no other choice, she had slept in long enough.

She had been staying at Gyro's place the past couple nights and she would have never guessed he was such a weeb. She couldn't count all the figurines and anime posters he had, specifically magical girl ones. That seemed to be his favorite anime genre.

Looking over to his side of the bed she noticed he wasn't there. Of course he wasn't. Dude never fucking slept in. Gloria yawned and made her way over to the kitchen to brew some of his dollar store coffee when she noticed a little post it note on the fridge. "Gloria," it read "went into work, didn't want to wake you up. You aren't required to come in today. See you at the executions at noon. Come or you will die. Literally. Love, Gyro <3"

"Oh shit, right. Executions are today..." She shrugged to herself because she really didn't give a shit. She started to raid his fridge and eat all of his good gluten-free food. "Hold up." Gloria picked up her flip phone that was charging on the kitchen counter to check the time. 11:25. Shit, she had to leave NOW or her ass was going to get executed too. Dying didn't seem that bad, but it was if it was at the hands of Glomfuck, their glorious leader. She yeeted the gluten-free poptart onto the ground faster than you can say Gyro and changed into her uniform, bolting out of his house without locking the door or brushing her hair, or teeth, or doing anything hygienic because screw that.

Gloria started booking it to the center of Duckburg. Luckily his house wasn't too far away but Gloria was stopped in her tracks when she saw someone chillin in a dark alleyway. She also needed to catch her breath, she was making good time so it was fine. Luckily she still had 20 minutes before the executions.

Ellie was just sitting there, by a dumpster, with her head buried into her knees and her arms wrapped around. Unbeknownst to Gloria, Ellie had been in the alleyway for a few days now. Once she had left Red Lobster she just had a complete mental breakdown about everything that had happened. Her Uncle (or past uncle?) hating her, Gloria also probably hating her, and everything that went down with Mark. So the best course of action, in her mind, was to shut herself off for a few days. A sort of escapism. Basically robot sleep that wasn't mandatory. She didn't care about impressing Glomgold anymore, she didn't care if she got in trouble when she returned, if he wanted to execute her or whatever. She just needed a break from everything and wanted to be unconscious for a while.

Gloria wasn't exactly sure who it was at first because it was too dark but she was curious like the bitch she was and went over to Ellie. She lightly kicked her with her foot to get her attention. "Hello?" After a few more moments of silence Gloria realized that it was Ellie. "Ellie?"

She didn't respond, evidently.

She kicked her a bit harder to get her attention.

Nada.

Gloria huffed and kicked her a third time. She figured that if she didn't respond by then then she was just dead. But how could she be dead? She's just a robot. Unless it rained or something. I dunno. "Yo, Ellie, wake up!"

Even though Ellie was technically insentient at the moment, her body responded how a normal person would and powered on again. Her subconscious realized someone was calling her name. Her head shot up, dazed and confused. It wasn't until she noticed Gloria standing in front of her that she remembered everything that had happened. Ellie immediately became extremely embarrassed for being caught red-handed, sleeping in an alleyway for god knows how long. She didn't even know what day it was. "Oh, uh- I- this isn't- um..."