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“No, please, I’m not a villain.” Bradford pleaded. As he looks up to Scrooge’s greatest enemies.
“No, you are not,” Magica said plainly. She so desperately wanted to turn him into a feral animal, but the memory of her brother was just too painful to bare. Too be reminded of it. To relive it.
Then an idea, a twisted idea, came to Magica’s mind. The witch smiled maliciously as she blasted Bradford with a spell.
The last thing Bradford heard was his own scream.
Scrooge McDuck and his family cheered as Magica, Glomgold, and the beagle family disappears leaving nothing by Bradford clothes behind. He looked towards his family, who were giving each other a group hug. To which he joined as well.
After a moment their group hug ended, it was time to them to go home. Scrooge went to grab the Sword of Swanstatine when one of the kids gasped. He looked back to see them looked shocked. “Uh, Uncle Srooge,” Huey stutters out as he points above the old duck.
Scrooge looked to where the boy was pointing. He was pointing to where Bradford’s clothes were. Only now, it wasn’t just clothes there, a young, terrified, vulture boy with an oversize white shirt covering his entire body looking down at them with narrowed eyes.