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

Chapter 15 - "You'll have to die."

         Webby let Huey drag her away as the Huey Bot's swarmed the junkyard. Ma Beagal had disappeared inside her trailer just as the 'other,' Louie hit the ground, only to reappear moments later with Huey's gun and tossed it to him as they ran past. Huey caught it in his right hand while holding on tightly to Webby's shaking one in the other.
His fault.
All his fault.
He should have known something like this would happen. It was just like Goldie to do this. Sending their Webby with B.O.Y.D to capture the Louie's.
What Huey couldn't figure out was why.
Why would she want with them?
Huey would have understood if it was him.
Goldie had an ax to grind when it came to Huey. If she ever caught him again...
Huey shivered.
The memory of her torturing him with that midevil device wouldn't even compare to what she'd do to him.
Webby saw him shiver and for some reason it gave her the strength to keep running beside him. She had no idea where they were going. But where ever it was, it wasn't where she wanted to be which was with Louie.
She had lost both Dewey and Louie all in one day!
How was she ever going to save them?
Louie was right. She hadn't been much help at all since they arrived.
They ran for a long time before they finally stopped near a waste land, Webby guessed that this was part of the old Nega Verse. The apocalptic Nega Verse that Webby remembered most when they first arrived here.
The only thing that was around for miles was a crummy, old looking diner that had the name CALB'S in rusty old neon lights.
"Come on." Huey muttered.
He started to drag Webby towards the diner. Maybe they could rest there, then come up with some sort of plan -.
He felt Webby let go of his hand, and he looked back at her in alarm as she fell to her knees in the dirt and began to cry. Huey's heart broke at the sound of her sobbing and her body shaking. He had no idea what to do.
He had vowed not to make Webby cry ever again, even if this wasn't his Webby, he had been determined not to. Not back at the Pit and not now. But he had, all because of him.
"Webby." He said, kneeling down in front of her.
Webby continued to sob in her hands. Not looking at him.
"I, I'm sorry. Webby. I, It's all my fault...." Huey's voice broke when Webby slowly looked up at him. Her eyes bloodshot from crying and her cheeks turning red from the hot, angry tears.
"N,No. Huey, It's not." Webby swallowed the last of her tears and stood up, Huey staring up at her as sheer determination on her face. "It's mine, and I'm going to fix it."
Dewey; however, was just waking up from his out of body experience.
Sun shown through his cell window indicating that it was day two of them being in the Nega Verse. He wondered how long it would take for them to combust into tiny particals.
Dewey had only just learned that little peice of information once they got home safely and only a few weeks after. He had been so angry not know, and so relieved that they had gotten home in time that his nightmares had shifted from Webby and Louie disappearing, to him seeing tiny dots in his eyes and exploding, much like the way Lena had when she protected Webby from Magica De Spell.
Dewey tried sitting up, and groaned, as his entire body seered with pain. He yelped and fell back down on his back, to sore to move from the lack of blood. He looked sideways and his stomach churned when he noticed his pool of blood, now dry, next to his neck.
"She's done quiet a number on you, eh?" Asked a voice from the far off corner of his cell.
Dewey moved his head to see Nega Duck, beaten, bruised, and his outfit all tore to bits, as if something had tried chew him up and had decided he wasn't tasty and had spit him out.
"What are you doing here?" Dewey asked, glaring at him.
He hated Nega Duck for he was the whole reason Dewey had ended up in the Nega Verse in the first place the last time they ended up here. He had nightmares about the guy and his evil eyes as he taunted him making him choose between saving his family, or have them be saved, but have Dewey perish with the Nega Verse crumbling into bits underneath them as a price. He could wrap his head around how Nega Duck was there in the first place. Last time he check, this was an occupied cell.
Population, him.
"I was thrown in here," Nega Duck answered, rolling his eyes. "just like you."
Dewey then notice he had a chain attatched to one leg that was connected to a ball.
"What'd you do?" He asked, and winced when with every word he spoke came out air which meant breathing, that was even worse because his lungs were filling up with blood, fast. He wasn't too worried, though, Webby had said she only grazed him, that he'd be fine.
But he wasn't so sure he'd trust anything she had to say to him after this.
Nega Duck just chuckled at the question.
"Nothing." He replied, honestly. "Just like you. We're the same you and I." He added.
"I'm nothing like you." Dewey snarled at him.
"No?" Nega Duck asked.
Dewey, still irritated by being compared to the nutorious villian looked away from him.
Dewey stared at the wall and watched as tiny ants scurried along it as they found their way inside a small crack. Dewey wished he was one of those ants. Wished he could just crawl inside the small crack and get out. Find Louie and Webby and get the heck out of this universe, and Gosalyn. She must be worried sick about him.
His heart ached for her.
Ached to be held in her arms.
"Tell me, then, why are you here?" He asked. "In this damp, and cold cell?"
Dewey tore his eyes away from the wall of ants and looked over at him.
"I, I don't know." He admitted. "W,Webby keeps asking me about where this object is, and, and I have no idea what she's talking about."
"See?" Nega Duck said. "We are both thrown in here by unknown reasons. I was just minding my own business, plotting another devious plan to get back at that imbelice Darkwing Duck -." Dewey inhaled sharply causing Nega Duck to raise an eyebrow at him. "What? Darkwing means something to you, boy?" He asked.
Dewey's face turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away again. The trail of ants along the wall have disappeared, but one remained, it was stuck on something black and sticky, and Dewey oddly wondered what the substance was as he watched the poor little ant struggle and struggle, then finally give up until Dewey watched it sink below the substance and drown. That was how he was feeling. Stuck in this stupid universe, and feeling like he would drown at any minute.
Of course, Darkwing meant something to Dewey. He was marrying his daughter after all. He'd soon be a part of his family. The Duck/McDuck family.
So, did that mean that what was Darkwings would one day be his now too? Including all his villians? Why not?
His Uncle's villians have already made a point of making the triplets a part of the package as soon as they moved in to live with him all those years ago. No matter how hard he tried to escape that, he couldn't.
A sudden thought pushed deep within his mind then and no matter how hard he tried pushing it back, it came like a huge tidel wave that washed up against a sandy beach...
Was he really wanting to go through all that again?
If he married Gosalyn, he no doubt be part of her villinious world too. Just like how he had been with their Uncle.
Knowing that now,
Did he even want to marry Gosalyn now?
Dewey let out a groan of frustration and guilt. He hated it when he had those rare moments when his thoughts were more logical then reason. Usually he could silently agrue with himself with reasoning, but he couldn't with logic.
Nega Duck hummed with interest as the boy struggled with his inner self.
He could work with this.
Get what Goldie had told him to try and get out of Dewey while Webby came back with the Louie's. Such a technique that the brilliant B.O.Y.D had come up with before he departed with the girl. If he couldn't get the answers out of Dewey, then there was only one other opition and Nega Duck would love to see the last opition unfold in front of him.
But he was really wanting to go back to his plot to take down Darkwing Duck. He couldn't do that until he tried this. Hopefully the boy will open up to him.
"What's on your mind, young duck?" He asked.
Dewey didn't say anything. Only stared at the wall where a back and sticky substance seemed to be keeping most of his attention.
"I can probably guess at how you are feeling." Nega Duck tried again. "Alone, terrified, confused, and lost, lost in a world where you seem to be the lest bit thought of, the lest bit cheerished. I heard about your double dying, dear boy. It was a pity that it had to happen the way it did." He sympathized.
"Shut. Up." Dewey said, through gritted teeth.
He was trying so hard not to just jump up and start pounding on Nega Duck. He was tempted to ignore the pain. But he knew even if he wanted to, he couldn't. Not with the lack of blood that he had lost.
"I'm only trying to show you how we aren't so different." Nega Duck employed. "I; myself, felt that way when that stupid Drake Mallard stole my very way of life! For no reason! It simply wasn't fair! Just like it wasn't fair for your double to die the way he did, and in the hands of the brother he thought he could always count on!"
Dewey's upper beak curled up in a snarl.
Dewey squeezed his eyes shut and almost wished he was back in the near death state so he didn't have to listen to Nega Duck rattle on and on and.... 
"Where's the object?" Nega Duck asked.
"I DON"T KNOW!" Dewey bellowed, no longer able to keep what he had kept in for so long. All his emotions swarmed within his mind. Making the blood rush to his head, and his vision blurry. His head pounded with all this talking, and confusion. He was shaking so badly that he saw dots forming in front of his eyes and wondered if he was on the verge of passing out again.
"I believe you, dear boy." Nega Duck said, throwing up his hands reassuringly.
Dewey fell silent he had stopped shaking, but the dots, the blood rushing to his brain, and the pounding in his head hadn't gone away.
"I, I wish I knew what this object is." Dewey whispered. "Then, maybe I can -."
"The object is something only it's true owner can find." Nega Duck interupted.
That made the boy turn to look at him. Good. He's got his attention.
"That doesn't answer my question." Dewey said. "What kind of object is it?" He asked. He narrowed his eyes at Nega Duck. "You know. Tell me." He demanded. "You at least owe me that much." He snapped.
"I, I suppose I do." Nega Duck agreed. "The object, really Dewey, is whatever you want it to be, wherever you want it found, and however you want to use it." He told him finally.
Dewey blinked.
"It's the most powerful object here in the Nega Verse. It can bring our two worlds together, or destory them in one big final blow." Nega Duck explained.
If that's true. Then -.
Why him?
What was so special about him that he'd know where this object was? Able to make this object just by thinking about it?
"Why me?" Dewey asked.
"Why you, indeed." Nega Duck responded. He shrugged when Dewey only stared at him. "If I known why and how valuable you were the first time I captured you. I'd have made sure I'd kept you close. Turn this little senerio around to where it was me asking the questions, and taking control of this world. Not Goldie O' Gilts." He spat her name out with disqust.
"So, so if I can just make this object up, can, can I then also destory it just as easily?" Dewey asked, as an idea started to form in his head.
"Yes." Nega Duck replied, but Dewey realized he heistated a bit.
"What?" He asked, urging him to continue.
"That will come with a price." He told him.
"What kind of price?" Dewey asked, not sure he really wanted to know.
"You'll have to die." Nega Duck answered.
No sooner had the words come out of his mouth that the doors to the room opened and in came B.O.Y.D with both Louie's, and Webby tailing not far behind, a look of sadness across her face. Dewey wanted to get up, but he was still in so much pain, that he couldn't.
"I see Goldie brought you some company." B.O.Y.D said, snickering over at Nega Duck who glared over at him.
"W,Webby." Dewey said, he prompt himself up on the cell wall to get a better look at her. "W,What is my brother doing here?" He asked.
Webby didn't say anything, just looked at the ground.
"He and his double are here for a little bit of motavation, so to speak." B.O.Y.D answered. "Goldie's growing very impatient with you, Dewford." He added.
He dropped both Louie's to the ground without mercy.
They both groaned at the same time and opened up their eyes.
"D,Dewey!"
Louie shot up from the ground, ignoring the pain, and rushed up to the bars of the cell. Dewey smiled weakly at him.
"Glad you aren't dead." Was the first thing that came out of Dewey's mouth.
Tears swelled up in both their eyes.
Dewey of course, knew, that soon, he will be.