*BEING REWRITTEN IN A NEW BOOK* Your name is (Y/n) Patch, and you've crash landed your pod called 'Jump' in an unknown area. When you finally come to it, you know you're in deep crap. Keeping a journal with you, you write down all that happens to you during your days in isolation. Isolation in unknown territory, with no civilization, and no way to call for help. Just perfect. Until you meet something. Or, someone. A walking, talking duck. You must've hit your head too hard during the crash. What happens when you find out you're not going crazy and that you're on a different Earth than you were born on? (Scrooge becomes a dad figure in this, just wanted to clear that up) *This story was written by a 15 year old, so I apologize for any weird/awkward parts*

DUCKTALES! WOO-OO!

Louie always had inner demons, but when they start to get worse, Louie questions not only his bad side but his good side. (Contains: bad thoughts, blood and tears)