The Other Side of the Known Universe

Detective Darkwing

(Negaverse)

After one night of sleeping in the closet, Dewey decided he did not want to do it again. His back was sore from the hard ground and he was mostly just really tired. Dewey 2 sometimes checked up on him, but most of the time he was alone. Dewey sat sadly in the closet. He was supposed to be celebrating Launchpad's birthday today, but instead he was stuck in a cramped up closet. There were lots of shouts from downstairs. None of it sounded friendly. Everyone once in a while he could hear the muffled voices of Huey and Louie.

Hunger pulled at Dewey's stomach. From recent yelling, he could tell Dewey 2 wouldn't visit him anytime soon. He bit his lip, taking a chance. He needed to get out of this tight space, or else he would loose it.

Dewey crept downstairs. As long as no one saw him, it would be like he never left. Stalking into the kitchen, he opened the fridge. Sitting inside was a nice, sweet moon pie. He grinned. It was just a quick snack, and then he'd go back to the closet. Dewey was startled when he heard breathing behind him. He spun around to see Louie, sitting at the counter. He had his eyes locked on his phone and didn't even seem to notice Dewey.

The blue duckling moved to leave, but Louie stopped him. "Whatcha doing, Dew?" Louie asked without looking up from his device. Dewey wasn't good at quick thinking. "Uh... I... Uh..." He rambled. "What are you doing!" Dewey returned the question. Louie's head shot up and he turned off his phone. "Nothing! Just boring business stuff, you know, like I always do, because I'm Louie," he said nervously. He refused to make eye contact with Dewey.

Dewey watched him confused. "What do you mean? When have you ever worked?" Dewey questioned with a smirk. Louie let out a breath. "Um, it was joke! Yeah, no I would never work, because I'm Louie," Louie said, biting his beak. He sat thinking for a minute, about what, Dewey didn't know.

"So that was about the weirdest conversation I've ever been a part of," Dewey commented, turning to leave again. "Anyways, I'm going to go back to the clos- I mean my room," he corrected himself. Louie raised an eyebrow. "Room? I thought you came back from going into town?" he questioned. Dewey mentally face palmed. Was he really that bad at keeping up an act?

"And did you do something different to your hair? I like it that way, but I just thought you had it different," Louie said. Dewey winced. The other Dewey did have slightly different hair. Dewey didn't want to risk getting caught. He was about to leave again when he heard the front door open and close. "You thought you could hide from me Dewey? Come on, I still want my birthday present," Launchpad called. Louie's eyes widened. Dewey stood confused. "What are you waiting for! Go!" Louie whisper shouted to him. Dewey didn't really know what was going on, but he didn't want to wait around and find out.

(Possiverse)

"Okay, do you remember the plan?" Drake asked. Honker nodded. "Yes, Mr. Mallard, but what will getting Gosalyn's phone do for us?" he questioned. "Because then we can see who she's been talking to," Drake answered. He pat Honker on the head. "Alright, now go get it," Drake added.

Honker nervously went up to Gosalyn. "Hey, Gosalyn, your dad just wanted to get a picture with you," he said. Gosalyn raised an eyebrow. "What's the occasion?" she asked. "He just felt like he should take a picture with you, you know, just as a dad," he said. She made a weird face. "Um, okay," she agreed. She handed him her phone. "Here, you can take the picture," she said. Drake gave Honker a thumbs up, but Gosalyn didn't see.

Honker snapped the picture and Drake and Honker smiled at each other. Gosalyn looked between the two. "Ok... Well, while you guys are doing... whatever it is that you're doing, I'm going to go get a snack or something," she said. She walked to the kitchen.

"Let's see who she's been chatting with," Drake smirked, taking the phone from Honker. He flipped through the contacts. "Hmm... No one I don't know," he mumbled. Honker looked over his shoulder. "What about that?" he asked pointing to a contact labeled by a phone number. Drake clicked his tongue, thinking. He tapped it and scrolled through the text.

"Who's Negaduck?" Drake questioned, reading the texts. "Did Gosalyn join the mafia?" Honker asked. His eyes widened when he read about her killing someone. "Gosalyn's trying to murder someone!? I'm a failure of a father, I knew it!" he cried.

Gosalyn came from the kitchen and Honker and Drake stiffened. "Hey, daddy, I got you a snack too," she said, passing him an opened granola bar. He glared at it and chucked it away. "You have some explaining to do, young lady!" he said. She was taken back. "What are you talking about?" she asked. She glanced between him, Honker, and the phone, and it all clicked in her head.

"Wait! Daddy, it's not what you think!" she said, her face turning red. Drake put his hands on his hips. "So you're not trying to kill someone?" he questioned angrily. She folded her hands. "Well, not just any random someone," she said nervously. "Who?" "You."

Drake's eyes widened. "What!" he shouted. Gosalyn took a cautious step back. "Actually, that granola bar was poisoned," she confessed. He pointed an accusing finger at her. "What's going on! Give me answers or else!" he demanded. Gosalyn took in a deep breath. "Alright. The truth is..." She hesitated. Drake raised an eyebrow. She bit her beak. "I'm not Gosalyn."

Bum bum bummmmmm! Any predictions for what happens next? -_- Thanks for your support!