The Four Skulls of Doofus Drake

Chapter 8 - Dewey

If Dewey had to describe eating a soul in one word it would be...

Disgusting!

Especially if that someone was Steelbeaks. The only good thing that came out of that was apparently saving Violet and his Uncle Scrooge who had been kidnapped and put together in an jail cell by Akita.

"Mind telling me what's going on here? Uncle Scrooge?" Dewey asked as.he crossed his arms. He watched his uncle walked...YES...Walked out of the cell with Violet close behind.

Turns out Scrooge's legs work perfectly fine and the last clone was the only Scrooge with broken legs.

"I could ask ye the same thing." Scrooge snarled at his great-nephew. "Since when do you eat the soul's of the living?" He asked, glancing at the now dead Steelbeaks not too far away from them.

"Since your dear favorite, and dead butler scammed me into it." Dewey shot back.

Scrooge opened his mouth to shoot something back when Violet groaned and clinched her sides tightly.

"Violet?" Dewey said, with alarm. He walked to her and let her lean against him. Dewey frowned at down at hee and pressed a hand to her forehead. "She's burning up and -." Dewey stopped when an image flashed through his mind after touching Violet.

Being the Grim Reaper granted Dewey with certain powers. One of them was to detect souls.

Lost or other wise...

"Made..." Dewey thought.

He stared at Violet who forced a small weak smile at Dewey.

Your pregnant aren't you? Dewey thought to her.

Yet another power Dewey gained was telepathy but only at a certain range and frequency.

Violet's eyes widen in surprise at the fact of Dewey's voice in her head but nodded all the same.

"Lad? What is it?" Scrooge asked with a worried tone in his voice.

Please. She begged him as Dewey opened his mouth to answer him. Don't tell anyone. I- I haven't even told Huey yet..."

Dewey pressed his bill together tightly in disapproval but nodded all the same.

"We need to get her to the hospital. Now." Dewey told his uncle.

Scrooge nodded in agreement.

"Hold onto me, then," Dewey said.

Scrooge and Violet did as they were told and Dewey gripped the handle to his Scythe and it started to glow.

"Had a run in with the Ghost of Christmas Future yet, Lad?" Scrooge asked as they began to fade away.

Dewey looked at him sharply.

He still didn't trust that guy. Not after that one Christmas when he got to travel back in time to see his Mom.

He felt odd that the Ghost of Christmas Future was around his family. It seemed to Dewey to be a bad omen of sorts, still does.

"No." Dewey answered him.

"Well, be careful, lad. Death is a very complex thing to mess with, even with other occupations that surround it. He might not take to kindly to you now."

Dewey snorted as the rippled force started to whisk them away from the now empty lair of Akita.

He was vaguely aware of his newer rivals now that he was Death. Hades had quickly briefed him on everything he needed to know in order to do this job.

He wasn't going to screw this up.

Not if he wanted to see Webby again.

Dewey's own heart amd soul ached for her. He felt bad for leaving her again without a word but it couldn't be helped.

Just his dumb luck, as always.

Dewey felt that firmilar tug against the current of his ripple effect travel surge through him telling him he was just about on top of a hospital.

He twirled his Scythe as Scrooge and Violet held onto him tightly and banged it against the ground.

The rippled fog that had surrounded then faded quickly away, and they found themselves in front of a hospital, and what was once in the afternoon when they left was now dark.

"Come on. Vi -." Dewey whispered quietly to her. "Let's get you both checked out. Okay?"

Violet nodded and Scrooge only grumbled that he didn't need to see a doctor but with one look from Dewey made him clamp his beak shut because what he saw in his blue clad nephews eyes wasn't aggravation but...

Fear.

Did Dewey know something about Scrooge's health that he didn't?

Dewey was collecting souls. Could he somehow have Scrooge's in sight as well as Steelbeaks?

That thought replayed over and over in his mind as Dewey paid for their rooms (surprisingly being Death pays almost as well as adventureing ever did, and at this rate, Dewey could wind up as rich as Scrooge in mere months at this rate), and got them settled in one room together.

"Right." Dewey began, once the doctors checked on them.

They had give Dewey a nod of recognition as if the whole Death atire or the weapon in his hand didn't bother them. Dewey wondered if they could even see him as Death or just a regular Duck.

"I'm getting Huey and dragging his butt here." Dewey told Violet.

Violet opened her mouth to protest, and  to tell him what has been going on with Huey but Dewey held up his free hand to stop her.

"I won't tell him, Vi but I am not going to stand by and have you go through this alone without him. Whatever is going on with Huey we'll figure it out, and I will help him in anyway I can. I promise."

"Lad..." Scrooge said, weakly as Dewey got ready to leave. Dewey glanced over at him. "Dispite the circumstances," He began, and clinched his hands against the hospital bed's blanket. "I, am proud of you," Scrooge told him.

Dewey beamed at him.

"All three of you. No matter what comes next or what had happen in the past. I am always very proud."

"Thanks. Uncle Scrooge." Dewey said, tears swelling up in the corner of his eyes with love for him.

Love. Happiness. Pride.

That's what fueled the soul.

Not hate, fear, or pain.

Like Dewey had been tought by his father.

"Be safe... Dewey..." Violet told him.

Dewey sense a warning in her words but nodded and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Look out for each other." Scrooge added in agreement.

Dewey felt the invisible force tugging at him more violently. He was lingering and that was dangerous for him, he could be trapped within the Soul Rift he liked to call it, if he stayed a moment longer.

"We're the Duck boys. Guys." Dewey reminded them as his voice started to leave an echo around them. "We always do."

Then -.

He disappeared leaving Violet and Scrooge to glance at each other and give each other a comforting smile.

Violet's eyes began to drupe and Scrooge watched as the young las fell into a peaceful sleep before looking out his hospital window into the night sky and saying in a whisper.

"Yes. Yes you do."