The Evil Triplet- A Prequel

Chapter 1

I'm writing this in 2020, but pretend it's 2017 and the triplets were born in 2007, because that'll make the years in my story align. Also, in this Della and her husband were 26 when they had the boys. Enjoy! 💛💛

"He's exactly like me.." I said, looking down.

"I know. Good thing you named him Llewellyn, aiy Llewellyn."

I chuckled slightly.

"Yeah. I just hope he doesn't make the same mistakes I made."

"He won't, now come on Louie, you'll see him again one day."

As much as I loved my sons, I hoped I wouldn't see them again for a long time. (Because I don't want them to die) I didn't deserve what I had down there, in my life, and I don't deserve the friend I have here. He's always there for me, but when I was alive, I brushed him aside. He probably feels bad for me. Y'know that thing people say? Crying isn't manly? Well then, I'm not a man. Every day I cry, missing my boys, my love, my life. I was always a screw up. I divorced Della when I was 26. Right before I found out about the boys. I don't know why I did, because I loved- I LOVE her more than anything else in this world.

I married Della when I was 23. Three years later I divorced her. I didn't know I was going to have kids until three weeks after I moved out. And then, a few months later I received a letter from Donald Duck. It read,

Dear Louie,

As you know, I never did like you. However, I know you want to meet your sons and you're trying to be a better person. I'll need your help raising them, because sadly, Della has gone missing. I've picked out the names, Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Come over tomorrow so we can talk more.

Donald

I read that letter over and over again. I couldn't believe that my beautiful ex-wife was gone. I couldn't believe that her brother, whom despised me, wanted to name one of them after me. I soon learned it was because he didn't want them to forget in case I took the wrong path again. My biggest fear was that one of my kids would do what I did.

I helped raise the boys for five years. They were the best five years of my life. As they got older I found that Louies' favorite color was green, like mine. I found that he was lazy, but also brave because even if he was scared, he still  faced whatever it was. Like me. I found that he looked most like me as well. Which was amazing, but it got me wondering if that meant he's take the same path as I did.

I made sure to go at night so no one would find me until morning. I didn't expect that person to be Louie. I wrote a letter explaining everything, but the boys weren't allowed to read it until their 11th birthday.

I know I seem like I had a terrible life, but a lot of good came out of it. And I'll tell you how I developed a bad mindset in the first place. It was January of 1995..