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Chapter 1: A Rich Witch and a Lightbulb

        A darkly clothed duck falls backwards, feet scraping against the rock below him. In the canyon before him, he faces the Gildersnake, a large purple snake-like creature.

        “Foolish duck! I could swallow you whole!” It hisses, tail flicking behind it.

        The duck smirks, cape billowing in the wind behind him. He tips up his hat, making his face visible to the Gildersnake. “Do not underestimate me, Gildersnake, for I am the terror that flaps in the night, Darkwing Duck! Lets. Get. Dangerous!” He quickly grabs his staff from behind him, shooting out a blast of fire that hits the Gildersnake right below his head.

        The Gildersnake screeches, “No! My only weakness! Dying!”, and falls to the ground at the bottom of the canyon.

        “And that’s the end!” Webbigail Vanderquack sits in the principals office, holding her Darkwing doll in one hand and her pet snake, Fluffy, in the other. Principal Bradford and her grandmother, Bentina Beakley, stand quietly at the principal’s desk, looking at Webby nervously.

        Beakley sighs, shaking her head. “The end of what, exactly, Webbigail?”

       “My book report!” Webby smiles, and Fluffy bites her Darkwing doll. Webby frowns, looking down at her pet snake. “No, bad Fluffy!” She scolds him.

      Beakley and Bradford exchange a look, and Bradford sighs. “Webbigail, your book report is why you’re in here.” He gestures to the pile of weapons on the ground, from battle axes to maces, Webby had brought a pretty vast inventory to school.

     Webby laughs nervously as her grandmother picks up the fireworks she had brought from the pile. “And what were you going to do with this?” She asks, handling it gingerly as if it could explode at any second.

     Webby sighs and looks down. “That was for the act 3 closer…” She mumbles. She puts down her Darkwing doll and Fluffy as he slithers out of sight.

     Beakley puts her hand on her daughters shoulder and looks at her empathetically. “Webby dear, I love your creativity, but it’s getting out of hand,” she mumbles, Bradofrd nodding in agreement, “do you remember the last 3 times you were in the principal’s office?”

      Webby looks away, because of course she remembers, they were last week. How was I supposed to know that you cant bring Nerf guns to school and shoot people with them between classes? Though I guess climbing up on the lockers was a bit extra… And it wasn’t her fault that she had beaten up that one kid, her grandmother had trained her to do that to basically anyone that does so much as bump into her. I’ve been homeschooled my whole life, I didn’t exactly know what to expect. And as for bringing spiders for her mythical beast project, well, Webby guesses she could have realized that was a bad idea, but it was kind of too late to go back now.

      Beakley sighs, “If this gets too out of hand I’ll have to send you here, and we both know I don’t want to do that.” She holds out a pamphlet, with the text, ‘REALITY CHECK SUMMER CAMP: THINK INSIDE THE BOX’ with an image of what honestly looks like a robot stuffed into a box.

     Webby shifts nervously in her seat and sighs, “Alright, Granny, I won’t let you down. No more weirdness.”

     Beakley smiles softly, but is interrupted by a hiss and a screech, and she turns around to see Principal Bradford on the ground, Fluffy’s fangs sinked into his arm.

     Webby stares at him, stunned, and laughs nervously. “That, uh, that doesn’t count, right?”

     Beakley glares at her, and Webby knows she’s in big trouble.

         Webby stands on the sidewalk in front of her house, backpack hanging on her slouched shoulders. She holds her Darkwing book close to her, looking at the ground sadly. Behind her, Beakley opens the door, making sure she locks it securely.

          “Webbigail, dear,” Beakley says as she puts her keys in her purse, “you know I don’t want to send you there, but this is getting out of hand. You’ve sent 15 kids to the infirmary in your first month at school and this cant keep happening.” Beakley sighs and shakes her head.

             Webby lowers her head uncomfortably. “You’re the one who trained me to do that…” she grumbled under her breath.

“Webby.” Beakley growls sternly. Suddenly, her phone buzzes, and she takes it out of her purse to check it. Beakley sighs, “I’m going to be late for work. Please don’t cause a ruckus at camp, and listen to the counselors.” She kisses Webby’s forehead lightly, which just makes her shift away uncomfortably. Beakley waves goodbye and heads to work, leaving Webby standing there alone.

Webby waits until Beakley is around the corner before looking up and rushing to the trash bin. She had put her nerf guns there so she could get at them easily without Beakley knowing. She shuffled through the trash, but couldn’t find it. “Ughh, where is it?” She grumbles.

Suddenly, some of the trash starts moving on its own, and Webby freezes. A light bulb hops, yes hops, out of the trash can lugging a clear bag behind it. And in the bag was her nerf gun. The light bulb seems to see her despite having no eyes, and jumps off of the bin and runs out away from her house.

Webby is stunned, but shakes her head and chases after the light bulb. “Tiny trash thief! Give that back!” Webby yells whats basically a war cry, climbing up the lamp post and jumping down, landing on top of the bag, hearing a crack under her feet. Uh oh.

        The light bulb falls over from the impact, and its light turns a red hue as it flails around.

         Webby grabs the lightbulb in both of her hands, stepping off of the bag and hoping that the crack wasn’t from her nerf gun. She glared at the lightbulb, which looked scared, somehow. How does a lightbulb even look scared? Webby shook her head, trying not to be confused.

         “What are you? Where did you come from? Who made you? Why are you stealing my nerf gun? Am I asking too many questions?” She burst into a clusterclump of questions, seeming to startle the little lightbulb rather than scare it.

           The lightbulb hesitated for a second, then buzzed a couple times, lighting up as it did. It didn’t seem to be able to speak despite showing emotion.

          Webby tilted her head, confused, and stilled as she heard footsteps against the grass and a Scottish accent approaching her house.

“Curse me kilts, Lil’ Bulb, what’s taking you so-“ A really old looking, and Webby means really old looking, duck appears in front of her, dressed in an old time top hat and coat, and holding a cane that seems to be missing something on the top of it. “-long…”

          Webby stares back at the stunned Scottish duck, still holding the lightbulb tight in her hands. “…Hi! I’m Webby!” She takes one hand to wave at the old man, but that also gives the lightbulb time to escape from her grasp and grab its bag. It hopped onto the old man’s cane, screwing itself in the open spot, and hanging the bag over the cane next to it.

          Webby stood up and walked over to the old duck. “Did you make that lightbulb? How did you get it to convey realistic emotions? Are you-“ Webby freezes as she gets close enough to the duck to see something that startles her. His eyes were way more narrow than any normal ducks and they were gold. Not just bright brown, but the actual color of gold. And on his forehead, he had a sign that looked kind of like a sparkle. Webby gasped, knowing what this meant.

         “YOU’RE A WITCH?” Webby squealed, eyes shining.

         The old duck blinked, then grinned. “I’m not just any witch, lass, I’m the richest witch on the Boiling Isles: Scr-“

         “FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD!”

          The old duck, Scr-something, slumps his shoulders and sighs. “Ah, phooey.”

          “HAHA!” A loud voice yells, and a large, probably more Scottish duck witch jumps down in front of them. “HELLO SCROOGE! GUES WHO HAS ANOTHER SCHEME TO BRING YOU TO YOUR DEMISE! HAHAHAHA!”

           Apparently-Scrooge sighs again. “Curse me kilts, Flintheart, what are you doing here? How did you even find my portal?” He grumbles. Clearly this isn’t the first time he’s had to deal with the other Scottish witch.

           The larger duck laughs again, his voice honestly really annoying. “ALL PART OF MY AMAZING SCHEME, SCROOGE!” He twirls his finger in the air, which creates a circle of light. As he slams his hand and the circle onto the ground, a rock bursts up from the ground, hitting Scrooge into the air. He yelps in pain, then lands on the ground and glares at Glomgold.

           Webby yelps in surprise, not having expected the whole thing with the ground. She falls backwards and lands on the sidewalk.

Scrooge, clearly not surprised by Glomgold’s attack, creates a spell circle of his own. A large blast of fire shoots from it, hitting Glomgold and setting his clothes on fire. Flintheart yelps in surprise, then retreats back around the corner. “YOU MAY HAVE WON THIS TIME, SCROOGE, BUT YOU’LL NEVER DEFEAT FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD! HAHAHA OW WHY IS THIS FIRE SO HOT-“

           Scrooge shakes his head. “Sorry about that, lassie. Hmm, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about this. On one hand, human ducks aren’t really supposed to know about the Boiling Isles, but on the other, I’m a wanted criminal so I don’t really care.” He shrugs, adjusting his top hat so it’s balanced on his head.

            “I wanna be a witch!” Webby blurts out as Scrooge begins walking away. The Scottish witch duck stops and turns around, raising his eyebrow. “Look, if I stay here I’ll be sent away to a camp where they’ll try to make me… normal, but I don’t wanna be normal! And I’ve always wanted to be able to do magic, so maybe you can… teach me?” She looks at Scrooge expectantly with hope in her eyes.

          “Sorry lass, but you can’t exactly do magic. You’re an ordinary duck, you don’t have a magic bile sack so you can’t perform spells.” He says.

           Webby looks down at the ground sadly. I should have expected that, honestly. Witches are technically a different species so of course I can’t do magic…

            “Though,” Scrooge says, “that may be because they haven’t tried.” He smiles.

            Webby looks up hopefully, eyes shining. “Really?” She asks.

            Scrooge nods.

             Webby, ecstatic, jumps up and squeals. She runs over to Scrooge, and tackle hugs him. “Thank you thank you thank you!” She yells happily.

         Scrooge is surprised at first, but smiles and lightly pushes Webby away from hugging him. “All right, calm down lass.”

          “Webby.” She corrects him politely.

          Scrooge laughs a bit. “Alright, Webby, we have a lot of preparing to do if you’re ready to become a witch. Now come on, we have to get to my house and the bin. You’ll have to meet Donald and Della, I think you’ll like them.”

          Webby smiles wider (somehow) and jumps up and down a bit. “Can you answer my questions about the lightbulb? I really want to know how it was made. And how it can convey emotions. And if it can speak. And-“

            “Calm down, I’ll answer your questions on the way there. Now grab the bag and let’s get going.”

            Webby quickly grabs the bag and swings it over her shoulder. “Okokok let’s go! Oh, and, you have to get me a new nerf gun. Your lightbulb broke it.”

           Scrooge laughs a bit again, and pats Webby’s head. “Yeah, alright lass.” He says. Though, in reality, he has no idea what a nerf gun is.

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 Chapter 2: A Lying Witch and a Dumbass

      Webby stands in front off the McDuck house, awed at the sight of the large building. Especially the large tower behind it, which Webby has no idea what’s in it but from the way it looks, it must be important. “So, you’re the richest witch here, but you’re also a wanted outlaw? How do you protect yourself and your money?”

       As Scrooge walks up to the door and knocks lightly, Webby hears a war cry coming from above on the roof. Scrooge sighs, “That’s how.” He creates a spell circle in the air, and the duck from the roof comes to an abrupt stop, surrounded in a yellow aura.

        The duck’s eyes were bright fuchsia, and she had straight long hair that, if it wasn’t suspended in the air, would reach down to her knees. One of her legs was made of metal, which Webby assumed was from jumping off the roof like this.

        Scrooge rubs his temples in frustration. “By the moon, Della, if you want to keep your other leg, stop jumping off of the roof already.” He growled.

        Della frowns. “Awww, c’mon uncle Scrooge, I did this all the time on the moon! And don’t you want the bin to be protected?” She yelps as Scrooge’s spell circle disappears and she’s dropped onto the ground. Della mumbles something under her breath but quiets as she looks up and meets Webby’s eyes.

         “Hi! I’m Webby!”

         Della blinks. “I’m Della,” she says as she stands up, “Scrooge, you know this is a human duck right?” She asks her uncle.

         Scrooge creates a key from thin air and unlocks the door to the McDuck house. “I’m not an idiot, Della. Of course I know that, the lass just wants to learn how to do magic.”

          Della opens her mouth to say something, but Scrooge interrupts her, “Blah blah humans can’t be witches, but they haven’t tried, Della. No witch had ever rebuilt the Spear of Selene on their own but that didn’t stop you, did it?”

          Della opens and closes her mouth a few times before shrugging and turning back to Webby. “Well, I’m Della. Oh, wait, I already said that. Oh well. Come on, you should meet Donald.” She gestures for Webby and Scrooge to follow her inside.

           “Woah…” Webby says as she sees the inside of the house. The walls and ceiling are covered in symbols of witches, ranging from historical battles to ancient artifacts. Webby decides to look over them later.

            Scrooge gestures his arm towards the tapestries and living room. “Welcome to the McDuck house, where I hide away from the pressures of ‘modern’ life. Also the cops. Heh, also my ex girlfriend, Goldie. You know, she still misses me-“

            Della rolls her eyes, “Oh god, not this joke again.”

          Scrooge’s grin covers his entire face as he makes the most horrible but amazing joke any duck has ever heard. “But her aim is getting better!” He stands there for a few seconds smiling, waiting for Webby to respond to his joke, but frowns as Della groans and lays face flat onto the couch.

        Webby, ignoring Scrooge, marvels at the sights of the McDuck house as she slowly walks over to the couch to sit next to Della. “So, wait, who’s Donald?” She asks as Della sits back up.

         Della blinks, “My twin brother. He insists he’s older, but our parents were never really around to prove if he was or not.”

          Suddenly, some kind of demonic screeching interrupted Della. She sighed, “Yep, that’s him.”

         Webby leaned forward from where she was sitting to see another witch emerge from around a doorway with no door. His eyes were bright indigo (Webby remembered then that all witches had uniquely bright eyes) and he was clad in towels, looking like he just got out of the shower or something.

         “W̴̬͑͠h̵̪̆͗o̶̹͈̎͝ ̵͍̣̃̄t̵̬̓̆ü̸͕͈r̵̘͐̏n̸̬̆̓e̷͙͠d̵͔͗͜͝ ̸̦̤̅̆o̴̙̞͒̒f̸̤͙̃͘ḟ̴̜͌ ̵͖̚͝ţ̷̬̃ḫ̵̐e̴̡̫̊͋ ̵͈͚̄ḣ̸̭̝͂o̷̟t̸͎̂ ̸̨͐w̸̡͚̎ȧ̶̼t̴̼̄͜ĕ̸̹r̵̗͛͜?̸̮̥̾” He screeches angrily. Then, he turns to the couch, sees Webby, and blinks in confusion. “W̸͇̒ȟ̶͈ŏ̶̺ ̴̤̚a̸̙̤̿̆ȓ̶͔̎e̸̼͕̔̓ ̸̬̄ÿ̶̦̑o̴̙̺͂u̶̪͒?̵̧”

          Webby blinks a few times, unable to understand what the witch, Donald, had said. “What did he say?” She asks, turning to Scrooge who is still standing by the door, disappointed no one liked his joke.

           Scrooge picks up his head and turns to Donald, ignoring Webby. “Human duck, wanted to be a witch and defy the laws of magic, etcetera etcetera.” He rambled on, then sat down on the other edge of the couch.

            Donald blinks, then shrugs and turns back around the corner.

           Webby swings her legs over the side of the couch while silence fills the room. She looks around again, then decides to ask what’s on her mind. “So, why is Donald’s voice like that?” She asks, turning to Scrooge.

             Scrooge looked at Webby for a few seconds as if thinking, and then blinked. “He has a… curse of sorts. There is a way to fix it, but it would be a very dangerous adventure with extremely high stakes and could risk our lives…”

             “Oh my god let’s do it.” Webby exclaims, eyes shining with hope of adventure. She leans forward, a giant grin on her face.

             Della opens her mouth to say something, but Scrooge quickly raises his hand to close her beak. “Well, then, let’s go lassies! No time to waste!” He steps up onto the armrest with one leg and hold his cane up into the air, saying, “Time to seize the day!”

              “The sun is setting, Uncle Scrooge.”

              “…Time to seize the evening!”

       Wind ruffles Webby’s hair as she holds tightly onto the back of Scrooge’s cane, with Scrooge in the front and Della behind him. She would have been asking millions of questions on how it could fly if she wasn’t busy being amazed by the scenery around her.  The trees and grass were shades of orange, red, and purple. The water was bright lavender and looked like it was actually boiling. And, most interestingly to Webby, there were giant spikes that looked like bones shooting out from the ground.

       A griffin swiftly flies overhead, then dive bombs and swoops through the forest below them, ruffling the leaves in its path.

       Webby turns to Scrooge. “Griffins have spider breath, right?” She asks.

       “Of course they do, lassie.” He answers, keeping his gaze ahead of him as they start descending a bit.

        “Haha! I knew it! Take that Grann-AAAH!” Webby raises her hands in the air in victory, but loses her spot on the cane-staff and almost falls off, grabbing back on at the last second.

         Della and Scrooge mumbled something to each other as they descended, but Webby couldn’t tell what they were saying. They arrived at a large stone building that was honestly kind of spooky.

          And perfect for adventure! Webby thought enthusiastically as she hopped off of Scrooge’s cane and landed on the ground.

           “The Conformatorium,” Scrooge grumbled, glaring at the building. “A place where witches that are apparently too much of scandalous scallawags for society go.” A scowl covered his face as they started walking toward it. Scrooge turned to Webby. “I’ll check the lower floor and make sure that Warden Steelbeak is distracted. You two go upstairs and try to find the vault where they’re keeping the elixir for Donald. Della, you know where to go.” He gestured towards his niece, who nodded in understanding.

           Della turned to Webby. “C’mon kid, lets get up there,” She said, then climbed up the wall towards a window. Her metal leg somehow both weighed her down and made her more agile, but she struggled heaving herself over the windowsill.

           Webby smiled, then leaped up into the air, swinging on poles and jumping off ledges to get up to the window. She landed next to Della perfectly, grinning.

            Della blinked, stunned, then shook her head and headed into the conformatorium.

            Webby looked around in awe, taking mental notes. The Conformatorium had barely any light aside from the occasional torch, and the walls were lined with jail cells, mostly empty.

             “Woah, how did you get out?” A voice from Webby’s side distracted her from her thoughts. Webby looked over to the side to see a brown-feathered witch with shoulder length hair looking at her suspiciously from inside a cell.

              “Hi! I’m Webby! And I was never in there; I’m not a criminal. I’m just a human trying to learn how to be a witch and looking for adventure!” She smiled.

              The witch scoffed, “Yeah, I’m not either. Literally all I did was let some kid have free fruit punch in a water cup… and also maybeee wrote fanfics of food falling in love but literally neither of those are crimes! Or, well, should be. The name’s Jane, by the way.”

              Webby opened her mouth to speak again but Della stepped forward and stopped her. “Look, I don’t mean to interrupt, but we’re kind of in a hurry. Do you have any idea where the vault is?”

               Jane shrugged and gestured to her left. “Not sure, but I think I heard the warden that way,” She said.

               Della nodded. “Thanks. Come on, Webby.”

               Webby however, was busy staring at the lock on the gate. “Yeah, yeah, one sec.” She mumbled, inspecting it. The lock looked too weak enough to break, probably. Webby shrugged, figuring it was worth a shot. She jumped up, climbing to the top of the gate, then jumped back down right on the lock, breaking it in half.

                The broken lock pieces fell to the ground and the gate to the cell creaked open a bit.

                “Ta-Daaaa!” Webby smiled, looking back at Della, who stood there, stunned. “Wow, okay, didn’t know you could do that.” She said.

                 The gate creaked open more behind Webby and Jane stepped out of the cell, stretching her arms. “Thanks, kid. I owe you one.” She said simply before walking away.

               “Ok! Let’s go!” Webby exclaimed, running in the direction that Jane pointed.

               Della blinked a few times before following her. “Hey, wait for me!”

               Webby turned the corner and stopped in her tracks, awed. Apparently, the vault was a large beam of light, filling half the room. Webby could see partially through the light, and there were piles of, well, all kinds of stuff in there. Do we even know what the thing to help Donad’s curse looks like?

                Her thoughts, however, were interrupted by Scrooge flying into the room on his cane. He took a small jump off of it onto the floor and caught it in his hand. “Alright, lassies. Here we are. Della, you’ll go in and get the d-“ He cleared is throat, “the voice healer. You remember what it looks like, right?” He asked.

               Della hesitated a second before nodding.

               “Hm.” Scrooge said simply as Della walked through the barrier of light. It shimmered around her as she entered. “And we’ll keep guard while she tries to find it. Della could take a little while since the voice healer is small, and I couldn’t find the warden so we’ll have to be on guard.”

            “Heh, too bad you don’t have any guards, nerds!” A voice cackled, and before Webby could turn to see who it was, some bulky witch slammed into Scrooge’s side, knocking him to the ground.

            “Scrooge!” Webby yelled. She turned back to see his attacker. He was a large rooster with bright yellow eyes and his beak was literally made out of steel. He glared down at Webby, hands in fists. “Look kid, I don’t wanna hurt you but, ah who am I kidding, I only took this job so I can beat the crap out of people!” He cackled again, cracking his knuckles.

             Webby instinctively got into a fighting stance, ready to defend herself. She jumped up into the air, landing on Steelbeak’s head, then leaped up again and kicked him right in his face.

              Steelbeak stumbled back in recoil. “Gah! You little brat, you’re gonna regret that!” He reached up, grabbed Webby, and threw her across the room against a wall.

              Webby yelped in pain and fell to the ground. She tried to get back up but couldn’t; her injuries were already so severe.

              Steelbeak approached her menacingly, grinning. “Night night, nerd,” He growled.

              As metal struck the top of her head, Webby could only hear the faint yells of Scrooge, filled with worry and anger, and she blacked out, falling onto the ground.

          As Webby woke up, the first thing she noticed was that she was somewhere comfortable, with a blanket draped over her and a sleeping mask covering here eyes. Was it all a dream…? She wondered. Yawning, she reached up to take off her sleeping mask and felt a pain searing through her head. Ugh… She looked around and realized that she was back on the couch of The McDuck House. Oh! It wasn’t a dream! She almost waved her arms around in cheer but realized that would probably make everything hurt more.

           “Ah, Lassie, you’re awake.” Scrooge walked towards the couch form around the corner and sat on the opposite end, Della and Donald following him.

            “What happened?” Webby asked, trying to remember everything that happened before she was knocked out.

             Scrooge sighed, “That idiotic imbecile Steelbeak,” He spat out the rooster’s name, “knocked you out. I tried to hold him off, but once Della got out of the vault and saw what happened, she almost killed him.”

             Della looked away nervously. “I… try to protect any kids, after what happened to my boys,” she mumbled.

             “But,” Scrooge continued, “The point is, we got what we came for!” He grinned, holding up a chain necklace with a dime attached to it.

              Webby shook her head in confusion. “A dime? We went there all for a dime? Like, I won’t complain because that was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me, but there’s no way that is what heals Donald’s curse.” She said, blinking a lot.

              Scrooge sighed, but his expression turned serious. “Webbigail, that dime is more important than you can imagine. I’d risk my own life to make sure it didn’t get into the wrong hands again.” He grumbled, then shook his head. “You should go back to sleep or you’ll have a terrible headache. Della, Donald, come on.” He said, walking away back around the corner with the twins in tow.

              Webby shrugged, figuring she could find out about their mysteries tomorrow. She laid her head back down on her pillow and closed her eyes peacefully.

              I think I’m gonna like it here.

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Chapter 3: Money Before Magic

              Light flittered through the window and shined on Webby’s face, waking her up from her sleep. She sat up, finding herself still on the couch of the McDuck House, and squealed excitedly. She quickly jumped up and ran over to the front door, opening it and feeling the slight breeze in her hair. “Good morning, terrifying fantasy world!” She exclaimed.

              A large lake monster nearby turned around and said, “Good morning!” Before sinking beneath the surface of the water.

              Webby blinked, then shrugged and went back inside.

              Della slowly walked down the stairs, going over to a cabinet and getting what looked like a coffee mug with eyes. She walked over to the counter and poured what honestly, probably wasn’t coffee into it.

              “Goooooooood morning, Della Duck!” Webby exclaimed before striding towards the stairs. She hopped up them and walked around, opening and closing doors to look at all the rooms.

              Eventually, she found a closet at the end of an empty room. “Please have witchy clothes, please have witchy clothes, please have witchy clothes!” She manifested before opening the door. Webby looked around in awe at all of the stereotypical witch garments, from hats to brooms to cloaks. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” She squealed, immediately grabbing the closest outfit.

              Webby eagerly waits at the bottom of the stairs, fidgeting with the witch hat on her head. She perked up as she heard footsteps heading towards her from upstairs and smiled as nicely as she could.

              Scrooge McDuck, infamous criminal on the Boiling Isles rounded the corner, clad in a robe and slippers, blinking tiredly.

              “Gooood morning, Scrooge McDuck! I’m ready for my first day of witch apprenticeship!” Webby exclaimed excitedly.

              Scrooge shakes himself, live spiders falling out of his feathers and scurrying away. “Ugh,” he yawned, “Who are you again?”

              Webby’s arms drop disappointment, confused at Scrooge’s question. “Huh?”

              DO DO DO DO DO

              DO DO DO

              DO DO DO DO DO

              Webby yelps at the sound of the OwlTales theme song. She runs over to the couch and quickly turns off her alarm. She chuckles nervously, “Sorry, I still had my school alarm set. But, wait,” She interrupted herself, shaking her head, “Don’t you remember me? Webby Vanderquack? We freed some oppressed person and defeated Warden Steelbeak yesterday?”

              Scrooge shook himself again, slowly walking down the stairs and towards the kitchen. “Lay off the details, lassie,” He says as Della hands him a mug, “I haven’t had my cup of Pep blood yet.” He grumbles, filling the mug with something from the fridge.

              Webby blinks. “Uh, don’t you just mean Pep?”

              Scrooge tosses a bright red Pep can off to the side and makes a little clattering noise as it hits the floor. “No.” He says simply, sipping a red substance from his mug. Scrooge slowly strides over to the kitchen table and sits on it.

              Della and Donald sit at the other end of the table, eating what looks like macaroni and cheese but with eyes in it. They watch quietly as Webby continues bothering Scrooge.

              Webby followed him and flapped her hands on the table, excitement returning. “Teach me some spells! When do I get a magic staff? Was I supposed to bring normal non magic stuff? DO YOU HAVE A DANGEROUS MAGICAL QUEST FOR ME???” She exclaimed.

Ok fuck it I have no motivation to write this episode anymore. Witches Before Wizards would be a great episode for this AU but I literally cannot brain im sorry I have no motivation-

Just summary for what else would happen:

The episode happened mostly the same, Adaghast was Poe and instead of dying he got turned into a raven blah blah, Nevereth didnt exist because Weblena supremacy, uhmmm im literally just gonna write like 2 more sentences for the episode I swear ill start episode 3 soon

              Webby, Scrooge, Della, and Donald strolled away, sun setting behind them as they headed back towards the McDuck house. But unbeknownst to them, a young duck with dyed hair was hiding in the shadows, watching them as xir shadow loomed above her menacingly.

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              The sun glares down on the soft sand as Webby shifts uncomfortably next to Scrooge. They're facing a large, golden serpentine like creature who would be extremely intimidating if it wasn’t, well, dead.

              Scrooge grins. “Well, lass, did you ever in your life think you’d see something as breathtaking as this?” He asks enthusiastically, elbowing Webby’s side.

              Webby blinks at the shining corpse in front of nya. She turns to Scrooge and raises an eyebrow and asks, “Normally I would be really excited for this, but why are you so excited about a dead dragon?”

              Scrooge walks a couple more steps towards the dead dragon and pokes it with his cane just to make sure it’s actually dead. Once he’s sure it is, he turns back to Webby. “Yes, it doesn’t get more inspiring than Pixiu, the gold hunting dragon. Well, it does, but the point is we can get tons of gold from it. Come on Webbigail, don’t you want a gold fang or claw?”

              As much as Webby didn’t want to take apart a corpse of a dragon, she couldn’t resist getting a small part to study. Nya excitedly ran over to the dead dragon and plucked off one of its scales easily. The scale shined in the sunlight, looking like it was really real gold. Webby pocketed it and waited as Scrooge shuffled around the spikes on the dragon’s tail.

              “Hmm, this may take a while, lass. Can you get Donald and Della to come help, too? It’s going to be a lot for me to move to the bin on my own. Oh, and don’t forget to remind them! All money goes to the bin, not next of kin! So they better not take any!”

              Webby headed off into the forest excitedly. “Alright, I’ll go get them!” Nya calls back as she narrowly avoids running right into a tree. At this point, Webby knew the route back to the McDuck house by now. She’d been sketching the route in her notebook, but since glitter always got everywhere, nya ended up leaving it in her room and memorizing the route.

              Webby sprinted through the forest, leaping over fallen tree branches and rocks. Just as nya was about to leap over a rock, she heard a voice yelp and was startled into falling forwards, landing face flat on a pile of dead leaves. “Ow…”

              “Louie! Stop drinking my abomination ingredients!”

              Webby picked up nya’s head and looked in the direction of the voices. She poked her head through a bush and saw 3 witches about nya’s age standing in a clearing. All 3 of them seemed to have similar outfits, but in different colors that seemed to match their eye colors too. One was calmly sipping a can of Pep blood, some drops staining their dull green uniform with light blue sleeves.

              The second one was glaring at the green one angrily, his uniform a dull blue with pinkish-purple sleeves. Pup had a large cauldron of… something purple next to him.

              The third duck was in a dull red uniform with yellow sleeves and was wearing a baseball cap that matched his uniform. She snatched the can of Pep blood out of the green one’s hand and passed it over to the blue one. “For once, I agree with Dewey. Junior Witchchuck Guidebook rule 36: The perfect abomination has the perfect ingredients.”

              Dewey, apparently, shrugs and pours the can into the cauldron next to him. “I don’t want a perfect grade, Hubert, I just want to pass for once. Y’know, make Pa and Launchdad proud.”

              “Well, you’re sure not gonna do it with that pile of mush.” A larger cauldron rolls into the clearing with a purple aura around it. Another witch about Webby’s age sits atop it. Xe’s wearing a uniform thats almost identical to Deweys. Her hair is dyed a light pink and xir eyes are bright purple. “Hey, nerds.” She says, closing the book xe’s holding, Abominations 101.

              Dewey balls pup’s fists and glares back at xem. “Hi, Lena.” He growls, dropping the empty Pep blood can on the ground.

              Webby flinched a bit as the can rolls towards nya, but relaxed as she realized no one was looking her way.

              Lena pushes off the stone bowl, landing on the ground right next to Dewey’s open cauldron. Xe looks inside and rolls her eyes. “You don’t seriously think this is gonna be a passing grade, do you, Blue?” She remarks, kicking the cauldron so it rolls slightly away from xem.

              Louie steps forward and shoves Lena away from the other two ducks. “Leave us alone, Lena. Your abomination won’t be any better if it’s anything like when we were all younger.” He glares at her, twitching their fingers in annoyance.

              Lena almost seems offended by what Louie said for a second, but blinks xir eyes calmly and smirks. “Oh really? Abomination, rise.”

              As if on command, the lid of Lena’s cauldron pops off to reveal a purple sludge monster rising up out of the cauldron. It looms over the triplets (Webby assumes they’re triplets based on how similar they look) intimidatingly before reaching into the cauldron and grabbing a ball of sludge sludge. It hurls the ball right at Dewey’s face, knocking him backwards onto the ground behind him.

              “DEWEY!” Louie and Hubert yell, turning around in shock at their brother.

              “HOLY SHI-“ Webby quickly covers her beak with her hands and ducks back behind the bush, afraid that the witches heard nya. After a few seconds, nya pokes her head back through the bush so nya can see again.

              “Oops, that was an accident!” Lena remarks innocently.

              Hubert seems to be almost exploding with anger at Lena as he rambles agitatedly. “LENA YOU LITTLE- WHY WOULD YOU- YOU’RE SUCH A- GAHHHHH!” He yells in annoyance before turning back to Dewey to help pup get back up.

              Louie glares at Lena while xe just stares back calmly. “Huey is on a strict JWG-Rule-11: ‘No cursing, be it swears or spells’ streak, so I’ll just say this for her. What the FUCK WAS THAT FOR, YOU PIECE OF SHIT?” They scream at Lena.

              Lena scoffs and rolls her eyes. “What? It’s not my fault you three barely count for one witch.” Xe looks back as the bell rings and shrugs, saying, “Well, looks like I gotta get to class. Gotta do what the bell says, see you later, 1/3 witches. Abomination, cower.” Lena says uninterestedly, turning around and rolling xir cauldron away as the abomination disappears into it. 

              The triplets and Webby watch angrily as Lena strolls away. After a few seconds, Dewey sighs and sits back down on the ground. “Why cant Lena just.. go away? Xe does this to us every day. We used to be friends!” Pup grumbles defeatedly.

              Louie rolls their eyes and leans against Dewey’s cauldron. “She’s just an asshole. We can’t really do anything about it.”

              Huey adjust his hat on her head, turning around in the direction that Webby was hiding. “Yeah… Hey, Dewey, you dropped the pep blood can.” She walks towards the bush that the can is stuck in, bending down to grab it.

              Shit. Webby quietly stands up, preparing to run towards the McDuck House, but trips over a large branch, landing face flat on the ground in the clearing. “Ugh…” Nya mumbles, picking up her head only to be met with the sight of all three triplets staring at her; red curious, green suspicious, and blue just startled.

              “Uh… Hi. I’m Webby.”

              Webby, caught in the bush with her limbs sprawling out in different directions, awkwardly stared back at the three ducks. As uncomfortable as nya was, she couldn’t move with her legs caught in the thorns behind nya.

              Dewey and Louie stared back in awe, but Huey started bouncing up and down excitedly, flapping her hands up and down. “Oh. My. Emperor. A HUMAN! GUYS, ARE YOU SEEING THIS? OH MY GOSH HOW DID YOU GET HERE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? DO YOU REALLY NAIL BARBED WIRE TO YOUR TEETH? A HUMAN ON THE BOILING ISLES! OH I HAVE TO LOG THIS IN THE JWG!” He babbled, eyes shining, before reaching into her hat and pulling out a large book with several sticky notes poking out of it.

              Webby was stunned for a second, but blinked a few times and tried to answer all of Hueys questions. “Uhh I got here with some billionaire, I’m trying to become a witch, and yeah but only sometimes-”

              Louie shoved his way in front of Huey, pushing him off to the side. “Hello, Louie Mallard-McQuack of Louie Inc., would you possibly be interested in giving me that piece of gold in your pocket?”

              They were, however, immediately interrupted by Dewey shoving pup’s way over to Webby excitedly. “Hi! I’m Dewey, from everything Huey has said about humans, you can’t do magic. So, if you’re gonna be a witch, how will you Dewey it?”

              “Dewey! Get out of the way! You’re not even the one in the H.A.S.!”

              “I thought you would be glad I’m interested in your nerd stuff for once!”

              “I’ll be glad when I ask the human more questions!”
              Webby sat there, finally untangled from the bush, staring quietly as the siblings fought.  When nya felt something reach into her pocket, nyas first instinct made her grab the wrist of the duck, kick him to the ground, and restrain them so they couldn’t get up. She opened her eyes to see nya had done exactly that to Louie as the other two went silent.

              Louie stared back, shocked, the gold scale in his palm. They blinked a few times before looking away. “Ok, damn, you can have the scale back.” He grumbled before pushing Webby off of him and brushing the dirt off of their uniform.

              They stood there for a few seconds before Dewey sighed and looked back into his cauldron. “Lena’s probably right…”

              “Lena’s a little piece of shit.”

              “Come on, Dewey. JWG Rule 7: Work harder, make yourself better, and try again.” Huey said from memory, “You can, oh god I can’t believe I’m about to say this, you can Dewey this!”

              Dewey snickered a bit at pups brother making that dumb joke and picked up his head. “Alright. Yeah. You’re right! I can Dewey this!” He stood up, determined. They all stood there for a few seconds awkwardly before Dewey muttered, “Uh. How am I gonna Dewey this?”

              They all looked around at each other for answers, but none of them said anything. That is, until Webby has an idea.

              “What if,” nya muttered as the triplets turned to her, “I’m the abomination? I mean, I saw that thing; it’s just a clusterclump of stuff that talks weird! I’m a clusterclump! And I talk weird!” She chirped excitedly.

              “That’s… definitely gonna violate some school rules.” Huey mumbled.

              Louie scoffed. “Oh really? Whoever thought that the adopted failure triplets would break some school rules?” They asked sarcastically.

              Before Huey could respond, they all raised their heads as a loud shriek was heard from a distance. Webby could see a large building in that direction, but it was heard to make out any details through the foliage.

              “Shit,” Dewey hurriedly yanked the top of the cauldron off. “We don’t have time, get in the cauldron, quick!”

              Webby leaped into the cauldron on command and the lid was shut above her. Never in nya’s life did she expect to be asked to get in a cauldron. Nya shrugged and began enveloping herself in abomination goo as the cauldron was rolled away to one of the places of nyas dreams.

              “Welcome, Webby the human, to Hexide, school of magic and demonics!” Huey said excitedly as they approached the large building. It was made of some kind of gray stone and had several towers, as well as a large eye watching over the students from above.

              Webby squealed, eyes shining as nya poked her head out of the cauldron. She had always wanted to learn at a magic school, and here nya was, achieving nyas dream!

              “Hey!” Dewey said, closing the cauldron over Webby’s head. “Stay hidden, remember? We can’t have any H.A.S. members recognizing you! We’re lucky none of them are in the Abominations track.” Pup squawked.

              A couple minutes later, the cauldron was in a small classroom next to the desk that Dewey was sitting at. Huey and Louie had already gone to their separate classes, wishing Dewey and Webby luck as they did.

              A few other witches were in the class, but Webby didn’t really pay much attention to any of then besides Lena. Ugh, she was so mean to the triplets! Xe should just leave with her dumb face and mean attitude and pretty hair and-

              “Alright class, it’s abomination time. Ugh. I really should have been in the potions coven.” A tall witch walked into the room, glasses over his beak and hair poofed out. His eyes and sparkle mark were a bright yellow. “Oh, and if the first abomination is a failure, you all get extra homework.” He added on.

              The witches in the class mumbled worried and disappointed statements to each other. Obviously, this wasn’t the first time the teacher had threatened the class like this.

              “I’ll go first, Mr. Gearloose.” Lena stood up from xir chair, looking more confident than Webby had felt all day. And that was saying a lot.

              Mr. Gearloose rolled his eyes. “Give someone else a chance for once, Lena.” He grumbled, which made Lena sit quietly back in xir seat. Mr. Gearloose scanned the class, looking over all of the students expectantly. “How about…” He mumbled, “Dewford.”

              Dewey and Webby froze, and out of fear, pup barely muttered, "Uh oh."

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Look im srry ok i just-

dont have any motivation for this anymore

i was in the DT fandom for like 2 months before the finale

As much as I have so many ideas for this fic i just cant rlly write it anymore-

srry-

anyways have a good day