Still To Be Continued

D-d-d-danger! Lurks behind you!There's a stranger out to find you What to do, just grab on to some...

W: DUCKTALES, WOO-OO!!!!!!!!!

L: Webs, you at an 89. I need you to dial it down to a 6.

W: But that's so low-

L: THE SCALE ONLY GOES TO 10 WEBBY!

Ready for school in my Webby costume!

Ok just caught up on Ducktales.

Thoughts:

AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

Ok I feel like you guys deserve something so... have a story I guess.

Random Loubby thing I drew, and story I’m making up on the spot.

(What a title)

Quick Note: They’re like, 17 or so here. Ok? Ok.

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Webby was walking through the manor, being her awesome Webby self, when she heard something. It sounded almost like... surpressed gasps of pain.

She followed the sound for a minute or so, and it led her to the 2nd guest bathroom on that floor. The door was opened slightly. Peeking in, she saw Louie standing there, with his back to her. He was crying and leaning over the sink, running the water over his left arm.

“Hey Lou, you ok?” Webby asked, entering the room. Louie, surprised by her presence, quickly turned around, holding said arm behind his back.

“Yeah, totally.” He replied, his voice strained and his face twisted into an unconvincing smile. He rubbed his eyes dry with his right sleeve. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Webby raised a concerned eyebrow.

“What’s behind your back?” She asked.

“My arm.” Louie replied. Webby looked him in the eye for a second.

“Show me.” She said firmly. Louie chuckled nervously, fidgeting his arm behind his back for a second, before holding it out in front of him. The sleeve was rolled back down.

“See? Nothing out of the ordinary!” He said as cheerfully as he could. Webby sighed, grabbing his arm and rolling the sleeve up. Louie winced in pain. Who could blame him? There were 3 large gashes up his arm, and a few more small ones scattered among them.

“Louie, we talked about this!” Webby reminded him gently. Louie sighed shakily.

“Please don’t tell Webs.” He begged, rubbing his eyes on his sleeve again. Webby sighed again.

“I won’t.” She promised, pulling him with her out of the room. “You’re just lucky no one’s home.” She pulled him down to the kitchen and made him sit down at the counter while she got out a first aid kit.

“It’s not that big a deal Webby.” Louie told her irritably as she pulled his arm out to treat. “They’re just cuts.”

“They’re not ‘just cuts’ Louie.” Webby replied worriedly, grabbing the disinfectant from the kit. “They’re cuts you gave yourself. That’s not healthy!” She pressed a cotton swab on the largest cut, causing Louie to wince again and his eyes to water.

“Ow!” He exclaimed.

“Sorry!” Webby said quickly. “But I need to clean them!”

The next few minutes passed in silence, aside from Louie’s wincing from the pain. Finally, Webby wrapped his arm in bandages and tied them tightly.

“There.” She said quietly. “Now they’ll heal, and as long as you’re in long sleeves, no one will see.”

“Thanks.” Louie mumbled, rolling his sleeve back down. He groaned and put his head down on the counter.

“You just put your face in your blood.” Webby pointed out, lifting his head back up gently. His face was splotched with bits of crimson.

“Cool. Can you tell me when I care?” Louie asked miserably. Webby sighed and wiped his face clean with a damp cloth.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself Lou.” She said with a concerned voice, sitting next to him.

“I can as long as there’s scissors in the mansion.” He replied. “And even without those, there’s always knives. Maybe even a good old fashioned sword.”

“Why though?” Webby asked.

“I don’t know, ok?” Louie snapped back, turning away from her. He felt a few hot tears run down his face again. “I don’t... know.” He repeated shakily.

“Look at me Louie.” Webby said firmly. He sighed and turned back around, looking her in the eye. “Louie, I know what you’re thinking.” She said after seeing the self-hatred in his eyes. “Don’t you dare believe it.”

“I...I can’t help it.” He replied tearfully.

“Lou,” Webby started, putting her hands on his shoulders. “You are an amazing person. You’re smart, you’re kind, and you are IMPORTANT. And I love you just the way you are, no matter what.” Louie rubbed his eyes on his sleeve again and sniffed. Webby pulled him into a tight hug.

“I love you too.” Louie replied quietly over her shoulder. She pulled away and kissed his forehead.

“I know you do.” She assured him with a smile. “But you need to love yourself too.” Louie’s eyes dropped to the floor.

“I can’t.” He replied. “I can’t find anything about me worth loving.”

“Then look harder.” Webby told him. “Because I see all of it every day.”

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Ok, well, there you go.

Uhhh....

So... I did a thing. Please no one kill me... it's not quite done, but I waned opinions before I continued, so...

Dear Evan Hansen AU?

I know, unoriginal, but IDK.

Huey's Evan, Della’s Heidi, Louie's Connor, Gosalyn’s Zoe, Donald's Larry, Daisy’s Cynthia, Dewey's Jared, and Webby's Alana.

Just gonna leave this here... yeah.

(Note, Gos looks kinda weird, I had to try to make her in the reboot’s art style... so ya.)

Why nobody calls Louie by his real name anymore.

Huey: Louie, can you get the laundry out of the dryer please?

Louie: *on his phone* I could, but I won’t.

Huey: Come on Lou-

Dewey: Yeah, come on Llewelyn, help a brother out.

Louie: *puts his phone down instantly* Oh you’re paying for that you mother ducker! *runs after Dewey*

Dewey: *running for his life* No regrets!!!!

Huey: *sighs* Why can’t my life be normal? I’m a good person! *runs after them*

And then after 20 minutes and 3 black eyes (two on Dewey, one on Louie), Huey made Dewey swear to never say Lou’s name out loud again. The end.

10 year-old Louie: Seriously, it feels like we’ve been driving for forever!

25 year-old Louie: That's just the time travel talking. It's like jet lag, but it makes time feel slower instead of making it feel later than it is.

10: How do you know?

25: Come on, you can't expect Webby to not read more into this when you get home. Prepare yourself for 3 months of time travel talk. 

10: Aw jeez...

25: Oh, and the fact that when you get back, like, 3 or 4 months will have passed.

10: Wait, what?!

25: *shrugs* Eh, wibbly wobbly timey-whimey.

10: Oh God, when do I turn into Dewey?

25: Don't worry, you got 4 years left before becoming a whovian.

10: ...Walt save me now.

A/N: I’m so sorry I've been gone guys, I’ve been super busy, and had some writers block. But this gets me out of my spot, and since it's March break, I have some free time! So hopefully, they'll be home by the end of the week. Ok? Ok. You guys are so patient, thank you, have a cookie! 🍪🍪🍪

Ok, I don’t wanna spoil anything for people who haven’t watched the episode yet, so I’ll just be as vague as I can

1: Oh my God Lena

2: Aww, Lou’s jealous

3: Oh my GOD Lena

4: Little conman

5: Oh my GOD LENA

6: This kid needs to join a theatre or something

7: OH MY GOD LENA!

8: Are we sure this is a kid’s show?

I am ready my children.

I shall see you

Tomorrow

Webby, has your granny taught you or the boys how to dance yet?

Webby: Nah, not really. She always taught me about defending myself, which is more fighting than dancing. The only thing really arts related I got was 7 years of cello lessons, and more paper and crayons than I could ever ask for. But I’ve taught myself to dance!Louie: Yeah, “dance”.Webby: C’mon, I’m not THAT bad. Louie: You knocked the TV over playing “Just Dance”... and there were directions on screen...Webby: I was being creative and improvising.Louie: *rolls eyes*