Ducktales: Journey To Agartha - Act 2

Chapter 14: You Win Some, You Lose Some

Ellie sat down on a bench, at least she thought it was a bench. Maybe it was a stack of dead carcasses; who knows at this point.

After leaving Steelbeak's office, whatever vision she had left on her left eye had gone out completely. Naturally she started wandering around until she bumped into someone to ask if they could lead her to cabin 8. Each time she did so she was met with a horrified scream about how the camp leader was "deforming" people now. That didn't make her feel much better so she just gave up and sat down and thought about what happened. Homegirl had some serious PTSD now.

The best course of action at the moment was to hope someone from her cabin would find her before Steelbeak did. It most likely would be Gyro since he was the only one who wasn't sick so that sucked. Dude was lucky she didn't rat him out.

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"Duck Jesus, where the fuck- er I mean frick, is she?!" Mark grumbled while leading Boyd around the camp, holding hands. It was a bit awkward considering he left him for dead at some freak's birthday party. Mark wondered how Boyd really viewed him. Did he hold anything against him for that? Did he hate him? To be honest, Mark had completely forgotten about the little guy until Ellie had a breakdown at the restaurant a few months back. So that goes to show how much he actually cared.

Kyle was still chilling on Mark's shoulder.

"What does she look like? I can help look for her, too!" Boyd said with his chipper little attitude.

Okay. Now wasn't the time to ask Boyd if there was any beef. That would be a later conversation. "Uhh, she's wearing the same outfit as me. What else? Ummm. Oh yeah she's a duck! I think her hair is in a bun? I don't really pay attention that much so..."

"Oh so you mean her over there?" Boyd pointed to a nearby figure who was just chilling with her back facing them. It was a bench, not dead carcasses just to clarify.

"Wait. What?" Mark looked where he was pointing. "Yeah! That's totes her! Thanks, sport."

Boyd smiled and nodded at Mark while they walked a bit faster to meet up with Ellie.

"Hey Ellie! I would like you to meet- oh god what happened?!" Mark let go of Boyd's wittle hand and croutched down to look at what the fuck happened. There were cracks, chips, and dents all over as well as a torn off limb so that's cool. Ellie was not able to make eye contact with Mark so that was another indicator for him that her sensors were down as well.

"Mark?!" Ellie was not expecting him to show up with the condition he was in. She felt around until she laid a hand on his shoulder to find where he was and countered his question with another. "What are you doing out here? You should be in bed resting."

"Gyro kicked me out like the asshole he is!" He looked down at Boyd for a moment, feeling bad for swearing in front of him again. Boyd didn't really seem to care though. "But whatever, what happened to your arm?!"

Ellie wasn't quite sure how to answer that. She wasn't sure whether Mark remembered her and Gyro's plan to steal the medicine considering how out of it he was that night. She didn't really want to talk about it either so she summed it up as best as she could to get off the subject. Ellie was still clearly very upset but didn't want to start sobbing again. "Mr. Steelbeak found out I stole medicine from his office and... he didn't take that very well." Why she wasn't bringing Gyro into this was a mystery to her as well. Perhaps it was because she didn't want to upset Gloria by screwing him over. She didn't think about it too much.

"Could I look at your arm for a second?" Boyd pointed to Ellie's dismembered arm that was laying on her lap.

Ellie jumped, looking around on instinct even though she couldn't see. "Who is that? Is that Gyro? Tell him to get the FUCK away from me!" She really didn't want to deal with him right now when she almost got killed protecting him. And it clearly showed with her sudden burst of anger.