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“You know, Webbigail, we really are overdue for a vampire adventure, and it’s starting to worry me.” Violet stared at the wooden stake that she had taken out of her sleepover bag and that was now sitting in her hand.
Webby looked over from where she was cleaning green goo from her grappling gun. (Don’t ask.) “Oh yeah, didn’t you mention something about that the night we and Lena had to visit Magica?” She piqued. “Well, I wouldn’t worry. We can handle anything the universe throws at us!” At this she jumped up and struck a karate pose. “Hiya!”
“Pfft!” Violet tried to hide her laugh, but wasn’t very successful. Webby beamed as she sat back down.
“It is too bad Lena can’t join us tonight, though,” Webby sighed. Then she turned suddenly to Violet, eyes wide. “Not that I like hanging out with you any less than Lena! You’re super amazing and yes Lena is my best friend but you’re just as much a bestest friend as her and I totally didn’t mean you weren’t as good I more meant more the merrier but-”
“Webbigail,” Violet cut in suddenly, putting a hand on her friend's shoulder. “It is alright,” she smiled genuinely, “I know what you meant.”
Webby relaxed. “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Webby grinned again at that, turning back to her project.
Violet’s eyes drifted again to the wooden stake in her hand, and her smile quickly fell. She looked up. Webby, now back to vigorously scrubbing her grappling gun, suddenly tilted her head in concentration, exposing the side of her neck.
A chill ran down Violet’s spine as she glanced quickly around the room, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Yet,” Violet whispered, reminding herself. “Yet.”
She quietly moved to put the stake back in her pocket, but suddenly her hand stopped, her eyebrows furrowing in thought.
She looked up again.
She looked to Webby, beaming as she held her now clean grappling gun to the liquid gold streaming through the window, grinning a little wider as it glinted in the golden hue. A tiny smile cracked Violet’s face.
She put the stake back in her bag.
- - -
Violet’s chest heaved as she and Webby raced frantically down the hall.
“GET BACK HERE YAH MALEVOLENT MISCREANTS!”
Violet turned for a moment to see Mr. McDuck shoot around the corner in his salmon pajamas, waving his cane wildly, eyes wide and crazed, but he hadn’t spotted them yet. “In here!” Violet yanked her friend into the closest door.
“Oof!” Webby yelped as they both tumbled in, the door shutting them into darkness. “Good thinking, Vi!” Webby panted from the darkness, along with a crack. Webby’s face was suddenly lit by the green light of a glowstick on a string, which she quickly placed around her neck.
“To you as well,” Violet complimented as Webby handed her her own stick, which she quickly cracked to make a blue glow. She looked around as she put it on. “Where are we?”