Traveling Through Time

Chapter 1- Introduction

Ah, to be you, Y/n. But, oh tsk tsk... I haven't even explained your significance yet, have I? Well, I guess I should start.

Y/n Featherington. Yes, I changed your last name, but it fits, does it not? Your last name is of great significance to the story, so no, it will not be changed.

When you were 4 years old, not even in school yet, you and your father ran into a spirit.

It was a strange exchange, even I can't explain exactly how it happened. But nonetheless, it made your father smile.

But the thing is, this spirit wasn't any old spirit. Do you remember the ghost of christmas past?

The little green bug dude?

Yes, him.

And your father struck up a deal. You and him would be able to travel through time until you turned 17. Because once you turned 17, you'd go back to your own time and finish out school.

The catch?

Your father would have to stay back with the spirit, and become the ghost of christmas future.

It's super complicated with the time traveling and logistics of it all, but he agreed to it.

So, you grew up time traveling. You made friends with young Scrooge, young Glomgold, and young Drake Mallard.

Meeting Drake was actually pretty surreal. He'd been a lively young duck, absolutely in love with super heroes. You two really got along.

Scrooge and yourself were good friends, but your father wanted to move on, so... It didn't last.

Glomgold... Complained. All the time. Especially about Scrooge. You ended up asking your dad to leave that time.

But the few friends you remembered very well were Donald and Della. Of course, they had some cousins, Gladstone and Fethry, but they weren't around as much.

Don and Dell were your best friends. They were such good friends, that you let them in on your secret. And you even went back multiple times.

You adored them, and they loved that you always came back to say 'hi!'.

But you told them, actually a day before you turned 17. You told them what was going to happen.

"Don? Dell? I-I gotta tell you something." You were trying not to tear up.

"What is it, Y/n?" Della asked, seeing your hesitation.

Donald frowned and sat next to you. "You can tell us anything." His voice was so high pitched, almost incomprehensible. But you understood him, because he'd been your friend for so long.

"I have to go again, but this time... I won't be coming back all the time."

Della gasped. "What?"

"...I have to go back to my own time. I have to go to school, my last year. And maybe Dad'll let me go again? I-" You sighed. "Maybe not. He'll be a spirit by then."

They knew the story.

"What age will we be?" Donald asked.

"I think... 40? Uh... I can't math all too well. Perhaps longer."

Donald and Della sighed. You all hugged each other, not letting go.

"Are you sure you can't stay?" Donald whispered. "I can't date a 17 year old at the age of 40."

You snorted, pulling away from your friends, all of you crying now. "Don! C'mon, we both know it wouldn't work anyway..." You blushed. "You're too angsty."