Dewey Duck Vs. The Nega Verse Book 2 - Can't take the U out of Universe

Chapter 2 - "We are not taking the train."

"Wonder what they are talking about." Dewey grumbled as he and Webby began packing for the trip. Dewey had stopped and walked over to the window of her and Louie's bedroom. He glared down at the two Louie's who were talking frantically and urgently with each other.
"You and me both." Webby agreed, darkly.
She jammed her night vision goggles, a grappling hook, and the Art of War book into her backpack. She paused at the photo of her two best friends. Leaving them so suddenly again would really make them anxious. She barely made it back last time, and with her nightmares haunting her night and day, she wondered if she'd be that lucky this time...
"Okay, what's with you?" Dewey asked, glancing at her, "you've been acting more like Louie would be on one of our adventures with our Uncle. You're suppose to be the brave one, remember?" He reminded her.
Webby looked up from the photo of Lena and Violet with tears in her eyes. Dewey blinked in alarm and wondered if he had gone to far.
"I, I just have a bad feeling that if we go, we might not make it back this time." She whispered. "I, I've been having these, these..." Her voice trailed off as Dewey's eyes widen.
"Nightmares?" He asked.
Webby stared at him.
"Y,you've been having nightmares too?" Webby asked. She sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding onto the photo of her, Lena, and Violet.
"More often then I like to admit." Dewey replied, sitting down beside her. "That's what's bothering you isn't it? You are afraid that they'll come true." Dewey said.
Webby nodded and looked down at the photo.
"Don't tell me you are having the same dreams I am." Dewey continued. "You aren't having one where you are walking along the beach  in the Nega Verse with Louie, and suddenly Louie is -." Webby's head snapped up and her eyes widen making Dewey stop aburptly.
"Don't." Webby pleaded, her voice breaking, "don't finish that sentence." She choked out.
Dewey brushed back his feathers on top of his head, closed his eyes and sighed deeply. This couldn't be a coincidence. He and Webby having the same dream where Louie is swallowed up by the sand leaving Webby alone, crying, on the beach...
In Dewey's dream he is watching it like an old black and white movie and as he tried running towards them he could never seem to get close enough to save Louie, or comfort Webby. By the time he stops and takes a breath he sees this black box and as he bends down to pick it up, a black shadow swallows him whole.
He wakes up with sweat pouring down his face and his heart racing a mile a minute. He sometimes gets up quietly afterwards and quietly walks passed her and Louie's room if the door is ajar just to make sure that his little brother is still there. He hadn't told anyone about his dreams because he didn't feel like being teased by either one of his brothers.
Webby on the other hand, seemed to feel these dreams were a warning. Dewey didn't know what to make of them and just wished they'd stop. Gosalyn had noticed too how he wasn't getting enough sleep whenever they had their nightly visits with one another. He could tell she's been worried about him too, but didn't know what or how to ask what was bothering him.
"Okay, fine. I won't, but seriously, Webby," Dewey began, "now that I know what's been bothering you, do we really have to go back to the Nega Verse? After five years he comes back and asks us for help? Something doesn't sit right with me about all this..."
"It doesn't with me either, Dewey, but...." She looked towards the window and Dewey knew she was thinking about Louie. "he's done got his heart set on helping." She told him with a deep sigh. "You know him better then anyone when he gets that way." She added. "There's just -."
"No talking him out of it." Dewey finished, gloomly.
Webby nodded.
"Let's promise each other something then." Dewey said. Webby looked over at him. "Let's promise that we'll do all we can to make sure he get's back home safely, and that nither of us will get ourselves hurt in the process." He said.
He made a rude noise with his throat, then spit in his hand and held it out to Webby. Webby heisitated and stared at it before doing the same and both clamped their hands together. Their own secret hand oath they had come up with back when they were kids.
"Promise." They both said at the same time.
"Okay, then, let's get this over with." Dewey said with a sigh.
Webby grabbed her backpack and followed her first best friend out of the room, but not before putting the photo of her, Lena, and Violet on their night stand table. She looked at it one more time before shutting the light out and shutting the door quietly behind her.
Dewey and Webby made it to where both Louie's were waiting for them. Webby hadn't noticed at first how the 'other,' Louie looked.
He looked different, last time he always wore a bulletproof vest, this time though, he wore a long black trench coat, and looked like he was one of those detectives that are always shown on the shows her Granny like to watch. The feathers on his head that had once been buzzed cut, military style, was now shoulder lenght and in a short pony tail. He wore combat boots and Webby spotted a hostler hanging from his waist where she was sure a gun was nestled safely inside.
As they came closer she and Dewey heard their Louie say,
"Ask me that again, and this time it'll be the nose." Louie snarled.
Webby noticed the 'other,' Louie had a bloody lip, and her Louie's knuckles were red.
"Louie, what happened?' Webby asked.
She looked from him to his double then back again, understanding they had gotten into a fight, but not sure why so suddenly. She came up beside him and taking his hand. She felt his hand trembling against hers and she squeezed it slightly.
The 'other,' Louie's heart began to ache. He knew this Webby wasn't his Webby, but, he couldn't help but feel something for this Webby when she looked so much like his Webby. He was starting to get a headace along with the heart ache.
He just wanted his Webby back. He didn't understand why she suddenly rushed off that day, or why he couldn't find no trace of her anywhere. If she wasn't in this world, then she had to be back at his, but he just didn' know where else to look, and it was killing him on the inside.
"He wants to use you as bait." Louie snarled. The 'other,' Louie blinked back to reality as at the same time Webby blinked.
"B,Bait?" She asked. "For what?"
"Doesn't matter." Louie snapped at her. 
"Louie -." Webby began. He looked at her sharply and she clamped her mouth shut.
Could she back herself up with this conversation if she wanted too? Yes. She could. But with the nightmares flashing through her mind and Louie's double turning up just as they were getting worse, not to mention Dewey having the same dreams...
She didn't want to risk fighting with Louie, then something horrible happening to him afterwards. Webby just couldn't take the guilt of something like that happening, or the risk.
"Okay, okay." The 'other,' Louie said, "Forget I asked."
"I think I'll just do that." Louie, 'original,' snarled at him.
The 'other,' Louie glanced over at Webby who looked at him questioningly but said nothing as they all stood side by side each other.
Bait?
What kind of bait was he wanting her to be, and for what?
"Um, how are we getting there, excatly?" Dewey asked interupting her thoughts. "Last time it was through a birthday cake, remember? You said something about a Time Vortex Train when you arrived. What's that?"
"It's excatly what it sounds like. It's a train that travels through the time vortex of our worlds. It's a more complicated way to travel, even more complicated then that birthday cake." The 'other,' Louie grumbled.
Dewey opened his mouth,
"We are not taking the train." The 'other,' Louie told him firmly.
Dewey closed it, and stuck out his lower bill.
"I've had about enough of that damn train to last a life time." The 'other,' Louie grumbled. He took out a small black box out from his trench coat. "And we aren't taking the birthday cake either." He added.
"There's another way into the Nega Verse?" Webby asked, in surprise.
"Yeah, this, this is how I should have gotten here, but it's a bit risky to use..." He glanced over at the three 'originals.'
"Um. Dewey, are you okay?" The 'other,' Louie asked.
Both the 'orginal,' Louie and Webby looked over at Dewey. He had gone as white as a ghost and took a step back as he stared at the black box.
"I, I think I'll stick with the birthday cake, if you don't mind." He stammered.
"What? Why?" The 'original,' Louie asked, confused.
"Something about that box," Dewey muttered, not taking his eyes off it. "I, I don't like it." He looked over at Webby as he tried to tell her with his eyes that it had to do with the nightmares. Webby, sensing that nodded at him.
"Okay, Dewey." She said, finally. The Louie's stared at her.
"We really need to stick together while traveling -." The 'other,' Louie tried in a nervous tone. But stopped when Webby looked at him sharply.
"You remember where the bunker is?" The 'other,' Louie asked finally.
"Unfortunately." Dewey replied.
The 'other,' Louie stared at him for a long moment, sighed deeply, and tossed him something out from inside his trench coat. Dewey caught it and stared at it.
"What's this?" He asked.
"It's a Tricker Teaser." The 'other,' Louie explained. "You know, like a buzz teaser? It will help protect you." He told him. "Meet us at the bunker, do not engage with anyone or anything unless you happen to see my Webby."
"H,how does it -." He pressed the button on the small circle object and instantly he became invisible.
The 'original,' Louie and Webby blinked.
"D,Dewey?" Webby said, she held out her arms like a blind person.
"Oeuf, mi, face Webby." Dewey's muffled voice as Webby touched something hard. She quickly put her hand down and smiled sheepishly into the blank space.
"Sorry." She said.
Dewey reappeared again, smiling broadly.
"This," He said, holding up the Tricker Teaser, "This I like."
"Hold up, where was this when we needed it last time?" The 'orginal,' Louie asked, still glaring at his double.
"Still in working process. Gyro had to do some serious espionage to get the tech blueprints we needed for it, not to mention our usual tech guy was um..." The 'other,' Louie's voice trailed off.
"Huey." Webby finished gently.
The 'other,' Louie nodded.
Webby couldn't help but feel sorry for Huey, after all he had been through the last time they were in the Nega Verse. He had said he needed to be lost for awhile to clear his head. She wondered how he was doing.
"Don't use it more then neccessary." The 'other,' Louie told Dewey, interupting Webby's thoughts. "If you do, you'll be invisible forever. The Teaser will start blinking once you've used up your limit." He warned him.
"Get to the bunker, do not engage unless it's Webby, don't use more then neccessary." Dewey told repeated.
"Right." The 'other,' Louie nodded in agreement.
"Guess I'll be preparing myself for a hero's welcome, eh?" Dewey said, jokingly,as he started walking away from them. Webby noticed the 'other,' Louie's muscle's tense up and his eyes shown brightly with sorrow as he slowly opened the box.
What wasn't the 'other,' Louie telling them? Webby thought as she watched Dewey leave and started running down the sidewalk. She looked back at the 'other,' Louie as her Louie gripped her hand more tightly.
The 'other,' Louie stared back at her with saddness in his eyes as black smoke surrounded the three of them.
"Hold your breath, until the smoke clears!" The 'other,' Louie shouted over the rushing wind. Louie and Webby inheld sharply just as they got sucked into the small black box by the swirling mist, with the 'other,' Louie not far behind.