#i had trouble with quackerjack but i think he turned out good :]

[mebssann]

first time drawing the fearsome four and it's just them as various pictures I found sitting around my gallery:

#bushroot and megavolt are such a delight to draw #i had trouble with quackerjack but i think he turned out good :] #ALSO WHY IS IT HARD TO DRAW OG! DARKWING #darkwing duck #liquidator #bushroot #megavolt #quackerjack #fearsome four #also megavolt won't eat batteries just thought it fit him the most LMAO #fanart #my art #digital art

[cyndalyssa]

Oh, Look, Another Darkwing Drabble

This one’s a snippet of a bigger story in my head, based on the idea of Bushroot going massive mindless monstrosity. 

I dunno if I’ll ever write the rest of the story down, my life tends to get a little busy and I already have a lot of ideas I want to make in my free time, but I at least wanted to exercise the writing muscles. 

All was quiet at the Museum of Failed Experiments. The dark of night gave the appearance of rest to each polished display, even those that were still lit. Though dignified it looked, the place was home to quite a bit of failure, hence the name. Each wing, covering branches of science and engineering, was a hall of shame, showing off embarrassments, tragedies, and unfinished projects to the citizens of St. Canard.

It was at this scene that the night guards present had unfortunate encounters. A flower that sprayed sleeping gas, a stun gun, a joy buzzer that ended in instant knockout, being washed into a closet by water from the drinking fountain, and just getting hit by a mallet were their fates, and they were swiftly locked up by the intruders.  

The Fearsome Five then had the place to themselves. 

As they met up in the lobby, Megavolt couldn’t help but look up, in awe of the enormity of it. “Wowza, they really went all out on this place!” He glanced back at the corridor from whence he came and smiled. “They’ve got gizmos and gadgets aplenty!”

Quackerjack bounced to his side. “And whozits and whatzits galore!”

“They got thingamabobs?”

“Psht, at least twenty!”

Megavolt laughed. “I can’t believe they gave up on some of these! I oughta grab ‘em and show everyone how it’s done!” 

Quackerjack grinned. “Oh, I feel you, Sparky! In fact, I’m getting quite a bit of inspiration myself from doodads like the fruit-flavored fireworks! Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo, can you just imagine a literal explosion of fruity goodness?”

Megavolt narrowed his eyes, his plug hat sparking and an irritated growl in his voice. “How many times have I told you not to call me Sparky?”

“Not like you can remember.”

Cutting between them, the Liquidator piped in, “Fruit-flavored fireworks? The phenomenon of the century, guaranteed to sweeten up your 4th of July celebrations! Comes in apple, cherry, grape, and blue raspberry.”

Bushroot scratched his head. “I’m just wondering how the inventor expected that to work. What kind of chemistry was involved?”

Negaduck rolled his eyes. “Blegh, of course you dweebs get hopped up on exploding fruit snacks. Now remember, children, we’re not here for the fireworks, we’re here for the portal gun that’s supposed to be displayed here… and I expect you to be looking for it!” 

The other four silently stared at him for a moment, glanced at each other, and then back to him. Then, Megavolt asked, “Well, what does it look like?”

“It’s red and vaguely gun-shaped, with a spinny thing at the end,” Negaduck answered in baby-talk. Then he snapped, “I’m sure you could figure it out from the display name! Now, get to searching!”

Negaduck stormed upstairs. Quackerjack and Megavolt rushed to the technology wing--partially running from Negaduck, partially rushing to see what kind of doodads they could see. Perhaps even take some and modify them for later mischief. 

Liquidator was about to flow down another hall when he noticed Bushroot at the directory. The plant duck glanced the direction of the hall that Quackerjack and Megavolt rushed down, and then up the stairs that Negaduck had descended. Then, almost sneakily, he went in the opposite direction and toward the natural science and chemistry wing. 

Curious, Liquidator decided to follow him, and had caught up in a second. “One in ten customers would say that this portal gun is not in this wing, Bushroot.”

Bushroot flinched at the sudden voice, but quickly regained his composure. “Well, uh… when studying the map earlier, I recall that the storage room was somewhere in this direction. It could be in there.”

Liquidator raised a watery eyebrow. “You want an excuse to look around, huh?”

Bushroot glanced away. “Well… it couldn’t hurt. I mean, I’m curious and I don’t know when I’ll be able to have another opportunity for a museum visit.” He looked back to see Liquidator still staring like a disappointed parent. “But I do think storage is in this wing, honest!”

“Hm. Well, if it’s in this direction, why not treat yourself to this once-in-a-lifetime super private tour? Just don’t get too distracted, and it’ll be between you and me.”

“O-oh, that’s no problem. I’m a pretty fast reader.”

The two mutants wandered around the natural science and chemistry wing, looking for a door or hall or basement staircase that led to that storage room. However, Liquidator was doing most of the looking, sweeping around the rooms quickly, while Bushroot, though still looking at the walls in hopes of spotting the passage they were looking for, was circling displays in fascination. There were models and pictures of odd creatures or monstrosities, as well as deformed skeletons of unfortunate souls. He read about attempts to clone prehistoric plants and even animals, a tale of a man who accidentally fused himself with a fly, and the horror of radioactive moss. On occasion, he’d stumble on a display involving water, and invite Likki to take a look. 

Every so often, Liquidator would look to see what Bushroot was doing. There were moments that Bushroot seemed to be genuinely looking for that storage room--such as now, when walking along the wall of glass cases full of more experiments, he paused at a gap in the wall, looking at a door, but saw that it was an emergency exit and then moved on. Otherwise, the plant duck was more invested in the science that surrounded him, which Likki had a little trouble relating to. While some of the stuff involving water was interesting, he otherwise didn’t care for the biological stuff that Bushroot was so entranced by. 

Meanwhile, so far, the only doors they had found were emergency exits, but nothing leading to any storage or basement at some point. Liquidator was almost of the mind that Bushroot duped him, but Bushy wasn’t like that.

At some point, when Liquidator finally found a hallway that looked promising, Bushroot suddenly cried, “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!”

Alarmed, Likki splashed his way to where Bushroot stood, at a display in the corner about biological chemical disasters. The plant duck was looking quite offended, glaring at one particular shelf where a green substance, surrounded by plant models and photos of a strange machine, sat. Likki took a closer look at the label, which read:

Chloroplast Infusion Solution, Dr. Reginald Bushroot, Ph.D

Skimming over the description of the substance, what it was supposed to do, and how it backfired, Likki just glanced over to Bushroot, who held his head in his leafy hands. 

“How humiliating! I can’t believe I made it into the Hall of Shame!”

Likki patted him on the back. “Aw, Bushy, do not fret! After all, you’ve gotten an upgrade! Who needs a normal sad sap scientist when you can have a super plant that can grow a forest with just a thought?” 

A sharp glare arose from Bushroot’s palms. “I just wanted to alleviate world hunger… and, uh, maybe get a little respect…”

“Respect, huh?” Likki shook his head. “I’m sure with your power, you can easily command it.”

“There is a difference between respect and fear.”

“Hm. Well, as Bud Flud, I was just a salesman trying to keep my business afloat; but as the Liquidator, I became master of all liquids, one with the water, and a force to be reckoned with!” A sphere of water detached from Likki’s hand and revolved around it. “I know my power, and I revel in it.” 

He grabbed the sphere, reabsorbing it. “As for you… well, you’ve got potential, but you lack nerve. Someday, I’d like to see you cut loose, show them what Bushroot is really capable of.”

Bushroot glanced at him, pondering on whether he should remind Liquidator of Negaduck and their shared fear of him, but decided against it. He crossed his arms. “Fine, whatever you say.”

He went back to glaring at the display of his fateful project. “If those two ignoramuses had just minded their own business and not made me look bad in front of the dean, then I would’ve still had the funding to test on the lab rats instead of myself. You know, catch the kinks and find a way to iron them out. But… here I am now.”

“I’d say that career change was for the better.”

“But I liked being a scientist… sure, I hated my coworkers--except one--but I love science.”

Likki shrugged. “Life sucks and we just gotta roll with the punches.” He turned around and marched toward that one hallway. “Now, come on, there’s a storage room calling our names, and who knows when the purple menace will pop in.”

Bushroot sighed, taking one last look at his experiment’s exhibit. “All right, I’ll stop wasting ti--”

He stopped when he caught a name on the display right next to his. Eyes boggling, he grabbed the bottle from that shelf and shouted, “Goodness grapevines! He has one here too?”

Likki stopped and turned around. “Inquiring minds must know… who’s he?” 

Bushroot gestured to the name on the display, which, when Likki took a closer look, read ‘Dr. Arthur Bones’. “He was my rival back in college, and he was one of the meanest, most condescending jerks that I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing. I don’t know what I ever did to him, but sometimes it felt like it was his life’s mission just to convince me that everything I do is stupid and dangerous. Hmph, at least my buddy Andrew had my back.”

Liquidator rubbed his chin. “You just have a way of attracting bullies, don’t you? At the very least, you can take some joy that Dr. Bones is also in the Hall of Shame!”

“Yeah, I guess I could.” Bushroot looked at the label on the bottle, brow furrowed in confusion. “Although I do wonder what he was doing making fertilizer. Last I remember, he was into genetics--especially studies on mutations and defects.”

“For more information, check the description--it’s right there.”

Bushroot turned to the description and read aloud, “‘In 1990, a miracle growth formula invented by Dr. Bones took several western states by storm. With a natural sweet scent and potent power, it improved the lives of gardeners everywhere by making plants healthier, stronger, and sturdier against disease and pests, and helping them to grow faster than normal’.” He scratched his chin and nodded. “Well, now I’m tempted to bring it home with me and see what my plants think.”

Liquidator chuckled. “Oh, I bet they’d love it! The amazing miracle fertilizer, guaranteed to create a happy and hearty garden!”

“Ee-hee, it does sound great.” Bushroot’s smile fell into a frown as he turned back to the description. “But this is a Museum of Failed Experiments, so there is a catch here... ‘While at first it seemed to be a blessing, it soon proved to be dangerous for people, as proven with the Mallard High School Football Team during the fall of 1990. Reports of--’”

“I am the terror that flaps in the night!”

The sudden voice from nowhere made them jump. Bushroot even ended up tossing the bottle of fertilizer into the air. He didn’t even hear the second part of the introduction, too distracted by gravity smashing the bottle onto his head. The glass shattered, and fertilizer splashed everywhere on him and the floor, leaving him a dripping mess. His roots started lapping up the puddle that remained. 

“I am… Darkwing Duck!”

#darkwing duck #fearsome five #bushroot #liquidator #megavolt #quackerjack #negaduck #drabble #lyssa writes #wishing i had more time and motivation to write

[thefantasygirl3]

Negaverse Stories: Nightmare Fool

Genre/warnings: Comedy, Drama, Action.

Word count: 6 505

Summary: On a mission to catch Quackerjack's old employee going on a stealing spree, the poor duck gets captured and tortured with scary hallucinations of his friends while said friends are trying to rescue him.

Notes: Link to my fanfiction.net and Last story.

It was night in st. Canard, the perfect time for crimes to be committed. Which was exactly what was happening by one of the town's jewelry stores. The Darkwing duck's van was driving down the street towards the scene of the crime, ready to take care of yet another villain. Megavolt was driving with Bushroot sitting beside him in the front seat while Liquidator was in the back with Quackerjack, who was tinkering with some of his toys before they would arrive. "These toys are going to pack a real punch!" He giggled excitedly to himself as he held the Jack-in-the-box he tinkered with in his hands, hugging it lightly. Liquidator nodded and looked out the front window before turning back to the duck. "Alright. So you said you knew this guy, right? Cor-something Crow?" He asked as he leaned back in his seat. "Corbett Crow. He used to work for me when I still had my company. He made toys that were far too scary and dangerous for kids to play with. He was too stubborn about his ideas, so we had to drop him. I guess he didn't take it so well" Quacks explained as his face turned serious and he put the box down into his lap. "Yeah. It appears that way. Robbing a jewelry store isn't exactly a sign of "Taking things well". Do you have any idea what this guy could be capable of?" Megavolt asked as he focused intently on the road so he wouldn't crash into something, driving at such a high speed. "Sadly, I don't. I haven't seen him in years. I have no idea what he's like now" the jester sighed and shook his head. "Then we better be careful, don't want to go rushing in and have our butts handed to us" Bushroot said as he looked over at Megavolt nervously, who was still driving at top speed.

As soon as they arrived, the car screeched to a halt and they all hopped out quickly and looked over at the broken store window. They saw these rough, scarred toy soldiers with scary looking guns hopping out from the window with bags of stolen goods. "Good work, hollow heads! Let's get these back to the playhouse!" A voice yelled from inside before a crow in a lab coat jumped out, decked out in some most likely stolen accessories. He was closely followed by a small robot dog with an LED screen with a dog face on it. It was carrying a big bag over it's head, which it was struggling with. "Come on V.I.P. Chop chop! We don't have all day!" He cawed at the robot, who fell to the ground, weighed down by the bag. The thief pinched his beak in frustration. 

Suddenly purple smoke filled the street, along with a voice the crow found very familiar. "We are the terrors that flap in the night! We are the slippery ice patch on the driveway of evil! We are... The Darkwing ducks!" Suddenly, out of the smoke, the team of heroes appeared and struck their menacing poses. The criminal took a step back in shock, giving the four a hard glare. "Well well well! If it isn't my old boss... Whackers Jack" he mocked the jester, who hardened his look on him and tightened his fists. "Corbett! You maniac! I knew you were dirty, but I didn't think you'd sink this low! Let go of the jewelry and turn yourself in!" He demanded aggressively, skipping all the witty banter and going straight to the demands. The others looked at him surprised, but decided to not acknowledge it. "Y-yeah! Just make this easy for yourself and give up!" Liquidator added on and put his hands on his hips. 

"... Tell me, how often does that work?" Corbett asked as he raised a brow at the request they made. "Never! Criminals can be so difficult!" Megavolt commented and took a step forward, opening his hands to summon some lightning between his fingers. Quackerjack seemed to be done talking, as he pulled out a hammer from his arsenal and ran at Corbett yelling. The crow cawed in surprise and stared as he was about to be whacked, but it got interrupted by a toy plane that flew straight into Quackerjack, knocking him down to the ground. It flew back up into the air and started firing plastic pellets at the group of stunned heroes, causing them to scatter and the plane to continue following after Bushroot with it's shots. "You idiots! Did you even have a plan? Boys! Go after these slack-jawed losers. I'm going to enjoy a little bit of revenge" Corbett ordered his toys as he pulled out a pop gun from his coat, starting to aim it at the duck who was pushing himself off of the ground. The toy soldiers dropped the loot and ran over towards Megavolt, already firing at him. He started to throw electricity at them while jumping up on a park bench, to get them away from his legs. A jack-in-the-box with a knife in it's hand came bounding over towards Liquidator, wailing it around everywhere while giggling on a loop. "Yikes! S-stay away from me, weirdo!" He yelled and blasted it with water to push it back, but it just fell over, stood back up and kept approaching, knife a-swinging. 

Quackerjack was back up onto his feet, not able to gather himself for even a second before he heard a shot fired towards him. He whacked away a spiked cork with his hammer before looking over at Corbett, who reeled back in his shot and loaded it up again. "You don't realize how long I've waited for this! You ruined my career! My ideas were perfect and you tossed them out like yesterday's leftovers!" He yelled and took aim again, shooting at the duck straight between the eyes. But he just deflected it again before running over and hitting the villain away with a big swing. "YOUR career?! You caused us numerous lawsuits! I was losing so much money on having to pay for fees that YOU caused! You and your dangerous toys! Your ideas were not suitable for anyone of any age! They suck toes!" He yelled angrily and ran over towards him again to bash him into the ground. But Corbett rolled out of the way and quickly fired the gun again, piercing the duck in his arm and making him drop the hammer. "How DARE you?! My ideas are perfect! They are brilliant! Everyone else is crazy! But you! You crushed my last hope of success! And for that, I'm gonna make you pay!" He growled angrily at Quackerjack and stood back up, brushing off his coat. "Oh yeah? Do you take cash or credit?" He asked Corbett as he tried to joke through the pain in his arm, glaring at the crow. He just stared back, before a grin appeared on his beak and he crossed his arms. "I believe I'll be taking hostage, thank you very much!" He huffed smugly, making Quackerjack confused before he got smashed from behind by his own hammer, from the robot dog who had picked it up. He yelped in pain and fell forward onto the ground.

"Good job, V.I.P. Now, get him tied up and loaded onto the cart. Forget about the jewelry. Getting my revenge is now my number one priority" Corbett told V.I.P. as he started walking off. The other three heroes had just taken care of their troubles, Bushroot having grabbed the plane and crushed it in his vines, Megavolt having fried the toy soldiers and Liquidator finally done fighting the jack-in-the-box by just flattening it with his enlarged fist. "Great work, you guys! Now, let's help Jack with that crazy crow" the water dog said as he regrouped with the others. But as soon as they did, they noticed that both of the people mentioned had disappeared. "What?! Where the heck did they go?!" Megavolt said, shocked as he looked around frantically for them, until a big remote controlled cart zoomed by and left the group in a cloud of dust. They coughed before they could see the villain with a tied up Quackerjack, holding onto Mr. Banana Brain while laughing loudly. "Thanks for the gift, dinguses! See ya!" He yelled and tossed the doll at them before driving off. Megavolt ran after them while shaking his fist in his direction. "YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! LET GO OF QUACKERS!" He yelled and only stopped once he realized they were too far gone. He looked down at Mr. Banana Brain at his feet and gently picked it up into his arms. The other two walked up behind him and stared in concern at him. "That… fiend. Well I guess it's good you got us all those trackers" Liquidator commented as he pointed back at the van. The rat tightened his grip on the doll before he nodded and turned around towards the van. "Let's hurry. We're not letting him hurt a feather on Quacks" he said before they got in and started driving off.

~~~

It had gone quite some time before Quackerjack regained consciousness. He was laying down on a hard cold floor, his vision slowly unblurring. He let out a groan and pushed himself up onto his knees, rubbing his aching head. He started looking around the small, empty room he was inside. The door was thick and had a small window on it. Then the face of Corbett moved into view on the other side of the window, smiling at the jester on the ground. "YOU!" Quackerjack yelled and quickly shot up to his feet and started banging at the door. "No use trying, cracker barrel. You're not getting out of there any time soon. You ruined my life, I became a laughing stock and unhireable. I ruined your life, you became a superhero with a great team! You made my life a living nightmare, so now it's time for you to know what my life is like!" Corbett told the duck as he kept banging on the door, glaring at him angrily. The crow just smirked and shrugged his shoulders, raising up his fingers and snapping them casually. That's when the room Quackerjack was in started to fill up with a greyish blue gas, slowly but surely engulfing him. He looked back at the gas briefly before he turned towards the door and started to bang once again. "Ha ha ha. Try all you like, you're only going to waste your own oxygen. Now I'm gonna go and enjoy the show from my office. I'm... AFRAID you won't be able to do the same! Ha ha ha ha!" The crow laughed cockily as he turned his back to the door and walked out of the room. 

Quackerjack kept hitting the door and yelling at him to come back and let him out, until he started to feel a cough come on from the gas that was entering his lunges. The weird smell of that gas was making it harder to breath, that oddly sweet but rotten scent. He stumbled back from hacking so hard and put his hands over his beak. "I... I gotta get out! I have no idea what this gas is, b-but I don't want to find out!" He muttered to himself as he reached a hand down into his pocket to find something he could use to escape. But he noticed that his pockets were empty. His inventory had been completely emptied and he had none of his toys on him. Squishing his face to the window, he saw that the ones he had brought along were laying on a table outside. He sighed heavily before another coughing fit came on and he gripped at his chest. "Come on. Come on! Th-there must be something I can do!" He whined and gripped his hat tails, pulling them out of panic. That's when he noticed that something was laying inside his hat. "AH! Of course! He must have forgotten to check my hat!" He said as he reached inside and gripped onto the thing and pulled it out. It was a screwdriver! He must have put it there sometime after getting done tinkering and forgetting about it. Perfect! Should help him unscrew that window so he could squeeze through. The duck got to work right away, quickly unscrewing all the screws holding the window in place while coughing harshly. He removed it and poked his head out so he could catch a breath of fresh air before he began pulling himself out through the hole. He took a pause when he got to the waist and thought that he'd have to give it a hard shove to get through with his hips, so he did and he shot straight through and crashed into the table of stuff. Seemed he had slimmed down after Corbett had taken all his things. He watched as the gas started to leak out the opening in the door, seeping into the room he had escaped to. The duck quickly shot up from the floor and grabbed all the stuff off the table and shoved it into his pants before he rushed out the room as fast as he could.

Outside the building that their friend was stuck in, the Darkwing ducks pulled up in their van. Bushroot peeked out the window at the strange building. It looked like some sort of old factory. "Of course. Villains always gravitate towards scary abandoned buildings like these. Why am I not surprised?" He grumbled and pulled his head back inside. "Alright. Seems this is where the tracker leads us. So let's just sneak in there and bust him out" he said to the others while looking between the other two. "No time for sneaking! We're just gonna bust in, kick butt and rescue chuckles! If we take too long, who knows what could happen to him?!" Megavolt barked at the plant as he opened the door and slammed it shut behind himself. Liquidator hopped out soon after and ran after him. "Wait! But what if we bust in and he decides to do something even worse to him! We can't risk that!" He tried to reason with the rat, who seemed a little pissy at the statement, but just crossed his arms and begrudgingly agreed. "Right... So let's find a window in the back or something and sneak in" the dog sighed and led Megavolt around the back, Bushroot following close behind.

As soon as Quackejack made it out of the gas filled room, he slammed the door shut behind him and leaned against it to make sure it was shut. He took a deep breath and let out a big sigh, sliding down the door and sitting down onto the ground. His legs felt kinda shaky as he had managed to make it out of there, even though it wasn't that challenging. Maybe that poison gas had made him a little weak in the knees. But other than that, he was fine, so he was probably fine. But then he heard something over some sort of loudspeakers. "That blasted duck has escaped! Go and capture him again! And guard every exit so he won't get away!" he heard that crow's voice yell throughout the building, most likely trying to alert his toy guards. Out of panic, the jester scrambled up onto his feet and looked around the corridor he was in, with doors to either side of him. He quickly bolted towards the nearest door and ran inside. 

Quackerjack found himself in some sort of swimming room, a big pool near the middle of the area. He slammed the door shut behind himself and kept running further in, until he stumbled and fell down in front of the pool. "Ah... ahh... darn... Where should I go? Where is the exit?! Is there anywhere to hide?!" He asked himself as he started looking around the room, trying to see if there was a locker or something around. His heart was beating unusually fast, despite him having been through worse than this before. It made him feel nervous and like his chest would burst open from his beating heart. But he was snapped out of his panic by a soft sound. "Hey. Quackerjack. I found you" someone said quietly, making the duck look around for the sound. He then looked down at the pool and spotted something that made him gasp in surprise. "Ah! Liquidator!" He called out and tilted over the edge to see his face at the surface of the water. The dog was smiling up at him, face flat in the water. "Quackerjack! I found you!" He said happily. "Oh you can't believe how happy I am to see you right now! We gotta get out, now! Before those toys find me! Show me where you got in, so we can use it as an exit!" The duck started rambling as he put a hand to his chest and let out a sigh of relief. "Hey! I found you!" Liquidator repeated while he didn't move from his spot in the pool. Jacky got this confused look on his face and tilted his head, saying "Uh... Yeah! Good job? We should hurry, really! Preferably now!". 

But as he said that, something very odd happened. A second face appeared beside the first one, popping up and saying "Hey! Quackerjack!". "H-huh?!" The duck gasped and stared in shock at this weird incident. Then, as he stared, another face popped up, then another, then another. These faces all just appeared and were saying his name as they did. In wide-eyed terror, Quackers pushed himself back and began crawling away from this messed up view. He had no idea what was happening, but he was sure he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. Then, the surface of the pool started to rise up slowly, showing the water blob with a hundred faces on it as it grew and grew, shaping up into an upside down water droplet. The jester had already pushed him back up to his feet and was backing up until his back hit the wall. The faces started to emerge out of their flat area, forming into the familiar looking head of his friend. The way they poked out, it looked like pimples on the face of a teenager, except very creepy and disturbing. He squeezed himself more against the wall, trying to flatten himself against it as much as possible. "Wh... W-What's wrong with you?! What happened to you?!" He inquired desperately while still pressing his body into the wall. Then the blob started crawling up from the pool and onto the poolside, approaching the scared duck while saying in unison "Hey! I found you, Quackerjack!". "N-No! Stop! Get away from me! You're freaking me out!" Jacky yelled as he finally managed to push himself off the wall and zoomed over to the door, which he quickly stumbled out of and forced shut behind him. 

Quackerjack started panting as he hunched over and leaned against his knees, trying to catch his breath and calm down his racing heart. What in the world was THAT?! What happened to his friend?! Why was he acting like that... or looking like that? It was all just too much for him. First he was kidnapped, then his friend mutated into some sort of blob monster. This was... surreal. As he kept thinking about how unreal it all was, he noticed something standing a little bit further down the corridor. Looking over at the figure, he saw someone thin and with messy hair. He could recognize that figure anywhere! "Bushroot!" He sighed relieved and walked over to the plant in the middle of the hallway. "Bushroot! You gotta help me! Something weird is going on with Liquidator! I think that DARN CROW did something to him! He's- uh..." As soon as the duck got closer to his co-hero, he noticed a few unsettling details. His body looked a little more... greyish, like he was a malnourished potted flower. He also had a few twigs sticking out of him with sharp thorns poking out. It made the clown gulp nervously and reach out one hand hesitantly towards the other's shoulder. "Bush... root?" He asked and gently nudged his shoulder. 

Only from that one touch, the plant man's head tilted back towards the shaky duck, so far that he was facing him completely and his whole, empty, emotionless face could be seen. His eyes were big and hollow, his beak hanging open lazily as he let out a low, zombie-like moan. "GYAH! WHAT THE-?!" Quackerjack yelled as he stumbled back and stared at the face of his wilted friend. Bushroot turned around and tilted his head towards the side, making it flop over completely with no neck support as he raised up his arms and reached them out towards the other duck, groaning again in that ghastly way. The thorn bushes wrapping around him then started to extend out towards him, like a big, thin hand, trying to grab at their victim. "N-NO! NOT AGAIN! STOP THIS! PLEASE!" Quackerjack screamed as he backed away from the plant zombie trying to grab for him, before making a beeline for another one of the doors on the other side of the hallway. He quickly grabbed the closest object, which was a dresser, and pushed it in front of the door to block both of his friends from getting him.

The jester leaned against the dresser for a moment, panting and gripping at his chest. Now his heart was really pumping, his entire body shaking from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He gripped onto his hat tails and pulled them down out of stress, drilling holes into the ground with his eyes. "What... what's going on?! What happened to my friends?!" He whined weakly and curled up on the floor right in front of the door. He was so panicked that he hadn't even noticed the cafeteria he barricaded himself inside. He didn't care, as long as he wouldn't have to see his friends like that again. His wishes, however, wouldn't be fulfilled any time soon as he heard something echo through the room. Something that sounded like a metallic clunk. His head perked up and he pushed himself up onto his feet, darting his eyes around the room to find the source of the noise. His knees were shaking as he took a few unsure steps into the room, keeping his eyes very peeled for any signs of life. Not even five seconds went by until he saw something move in the kitchen near the back. The Duck instinctively flew into a battle stance and tried to keep his composure while quiveringly approaching the shadowy figure. But as he moved closer, the shadow suddenly turned and revealed a long red light blaring brightly in the darkness at him. "GHA! ... Who... who are you?! C... Corbett?!" He demanded an answer from the figure, his voice clearly full of fear and anxiety. 

The obscured person then moved over towards the door and exited out of the shadows and into the light, which reflected off of the metal coat of the person's body. Then, when they had completely emerged from the darkness, Quackerjack immediately recognized them and felt a new wave of despair wash through his body. "... No... Megavolt... Not you too..." He whined with a tearful grimace, now realizing that all his friends had been turned against him. Megavolt had a big and bulky exosuit with a pair of red glowing visors instead of his usual goggles, a stone cold, emotionless expression on his face as he stood completely motionless. He made some quiet beeping noises before he opened his mouth to speak. "UNKNOWN OBJECT DISCOVERED. BEGIN ANALYSIS SCAN" he spoke in a monotone voice, the red light from his visor growing brighter as he just stood there and stared at the duck. Quackerjack shook a bit as he stood frozen on the spot, trying to urge his body to move, but to no avail. "M-megavolt... Please! It's me! Quackers! Jacky! Chuckles! Joker! Your pal! You gotta recognize me!" He begged off the robotized rat as he managed to at least move his arms to wipe away a tear. The robot stopped the scan and stood quietly for a moment. "... Quackerjack..." He said softly, making the duck feel a slight bit of relief, as it seemed like he had been heard. Then Megavolt raised his arm and pointed it at him, saying in the same voice as before "TARGET ACQUIRED. EMPLOYING EXTERMINATION PROCEDURE". He then fired a blast of fire at the clown, making him yelp in surprise and duck down under it just in time. "No... no... NOOOO!" He cried out as he started running towards the door again, trying to shove the dresser out of the way again. Megavolt just kept walking after him with heavy metallic steps, still aiming the fire cannon at him as it was slowly building up another blast. Quackerjack grunted loudly as he finally managed to uncover the door and ran out of it as fast as his legs could carry him.

As soon as he got outside, he grinded to a halt as he saw the other two already there, looking at him with this predatory focus. He felt like a defenseless bunny. Liquidator kept repeating himself as he moved closer, Bushroot walked closer slowly while reaching out his vines and Megavolt busted down the door behind Quackerjack, directing his attention towards him before saying "TARGET LOCATED". The scared duck cried out in terror as he bolted down the hallway again towards the room he was previously stuck in. He clumsily stumbled inside the room and threw it shut behind him, once again trying to block the door by pushing one of the desks inside up against the door. After he was done with that, he sank down onto the floor and let out a shaky, fearful sigh. He just buried his face in his knees and started panting heavily while he tried to compose himself. But he couldn't calm down. His head was spinning. His heart was racing. The air was heavy.

"Catch those intruders! Catch them now, you dummies!" Corbett's voice was heard over the speaker system, yelling and cawing. The three heroes were running down the hallway, chased by a wave of killer teddy bears trying to devour them. "SNEAK IN THE BACK, YOU SAID! IT'S LESS RISKY, YOU SAID!!!" Megavolt screamed annoyed at Liquidator as he was running beside him while throwing balls of lightning at the toys behind them. "WELL I'M SORRY THAT I DIDN'T KNOW THEY HAD RUBBER DUCKS SCATTERED EVERYWHERE IN THAT BACKROOM!" The dog yelled back at him as he was trying to make the floor wet so it could conduct more electricity. Bushroot groaned at the two men arguing while they were trying not to die, looking around the hallway to see where they were heading. He then gasped as he saw they were heading towards a dead end. This couldn't end well. But then he spotted the support beams above them and got an idea. "Guys! Grab onto me!" He told the other two, who directed their attention at him and quickly obliged. The plant stretched out his arms towards the beam, wrapping them around it and pulling them all up right before they hit the wall. The toys all crashed into it instead, breaking them. "Ha! Nice job!" Liquidator said and gave Bushroot a big high five. But they didn't get to celebrate for long before Megavolt hushed them both. That's when they all heard the sound of someone screaming. They could immediately recognize who it was. "QUACKERJACK!" they all said in unison before they hopped down to the floor and started to run in the direction of the noise. 

The jester was staring in wide eyed shock at the thing standing in front of him. He was shaking and whimpering in fear as he saw his daughter just standing there. But it couldn't be his daughter! It couldn't be! Her body was made out of a soft fleece fabric, her hair out of string and her eyes were a pair of green sewn on buttons. His child was a toy, a doll, a plushy! This couldn't be happening to him! It couldn't be real! "Daddy! Play with me!" She said cheerfully as she was waddling over towards him, arms outstretched presumably for a hug of sorts. But Quackerjack didn't want a hug from this thing! It wasn't his child! It was a nightmare! He just kept begging weakly "please... please leave me alone... Give me back my real family... Don't hurt me..." As he was pulling his jester hat down over his face and crying into it. It was the only thing he could do to get rid of that thing, so he wouldn't have to look at it. Everything around him was spinning, the room was warping and rotating around as if it was made of something soft and unstable. Or maybe it was more like the room was a mirage? Whatever it was, he didn't like it! The duck let out another scream as he pulled the hat even more out of stress. He just wanted to go home to his real family! He wants his precious little Gosalyn back!

Megavolt was running ahead of the other two, trying to reach their kidnapped friend before anything bad could happen to him. Liquidator looked equally concerned, but wasn't nearly as fast as the rat and could only try to keep up with him and the other hero. They all rounded a corner into a hallway with a few doors on either side of it, ending with one final door at the end. "This is where it came from! Which room is he in?!" Bushroot asked as he looked between all the doors nervously. The electric rodent let out an angry growl and didn't even hesitate a moment before walking down the hallway, kicking in every door to check. "Nothing here!" He said, then moved on to the next one and did the same. The plant duck, although surprised by the sudden action, decided to do the same and open the doors to check. Liquidator followed after and peeked inside one of the already open doors. Nothing. Finally Megavolt reached the last door and tried to open it, but was surprised as it didn't budge. "Hey! This one is blocked!" He told the other two, who walked over and tried for themselves. Same thing for them. "Ugh! What's keeping this door shut? It's not locked" Bushroot pointed out as he kept trying to push the door while wiggling the handle. Liquidator decided to take a peek inside to check what was going on in there. The room was full of this dark blue gas, making it a little harder to make everything out. But he did manage to make out one thing. Quackerjack. He was sitting on the floor, hyperventilating and shakily gripping onto his hat harshly. The expression on his beak was one of absolute terror and panic. "JACK!" He exclaimed before looking down and spotting the desk in the way. "HE BLOCKED HIMSELF INSIDE!" the dog told the other two as he moved away from the window and tried to force the door open along with them. "We're not getting in like this! Let's take a step back and charge it!" The plant suggested as he pulled his friends back, making them follow his lead. As they were far enough away, they rushed towards the door and shoulder-slammed into it, causing the door to slide open slightly. Bushroot reached his arm into the gap and started to pull the desk out of the way. 

Finally, the heroes were able to enter the room, only to be bombarded with a sickly gross smell from the gas filling the room. "Cough cough! What the heck?! What is this?!" Liquidator coughed and covered his mouth. "Some sort of chemical gas!" Bushroot groaned and used his hat as a makeshift gas mask. Megavolt ignored the two and crouched down in front of Quackerjack. "Hey! Quackers!" He called out to the duck while putting his hands on his shoulders. "Stop it! I just wanna go home! I just want my family back!" Quackerjack shuttered and kept rocking back and forth on the floor. "HEY! SNAP OUT OF IT!" The rat then yelled and snapped his fingers in front of his face. The duck directed his attention towards the person in front of him, staring at him for a few seconds before yelling suddenly. "HEY! Hey! Calm down! It's me, Megavolt!" He said to his scared friend, gripping onto his shoulders lightly. But the duck suddenly kicked him off and ran out the room at top speed. "WAIT! JACKY!" Liquidator called out as he went chasing after him, along with the other two. 

As they were running down the hallway after the crying duck, they were calling out to him and trying to make him stop. "STOP! QUACKERJACK! PLEASE COME BACK!" The plant yelled after him while struggling to even keep up. The clown rounded the corner as he kept crying, but then bumped into something that knocked him to the ground. The other's came around the corner soon after to see him sitting on the ground in front of Corbett, who looked quite annoyed and ruffled. "Finally... I would have stopped you earlier, but SOMEONE spilled coffee on the control panel and locked me in the office!" He growled as he leaned down towards the scared hero, staring in stunned silence. "This is exactly what I wanted to see! Your scared out of your mind, unable to tell hallucinations from reality! Truly living in a nightmare!" He mocked Quackerjack and kept walking closer to him, causing him to crawl away clumsily out of fear. "HEY! You leave him alone! What did you do to him?!" The dog growled angrily as he furrowed his brow and started boiling in rage. "Just making sure he gets to experience the same kind of nightmare I live!" The crow responded as he made threatening gestures at the shivering mess of a duck in order to elicit a reaction. "You mad, petty, cruel, nasty excuse of a man!" Megavolt yelled as he stomped over towards him. "Flattery will get you nowh-" before Corbett could finish his one liner, Bushroot smacked him across the beak down onto the ground. Liquidator rushed over and joined in on the beating with a few punches to the gut. Megavolt walked over to Quackerjack and crouched down beside him.

The frightened jester was covering his head and shaking on the floor, feeling like the world around him was spinning as the monsters around him were making unintelligible sounds. He couldn't even move anymore, being paralyzed in fear. The Cyborg Megavolt was crouching down beside him, staring at him with a cold intensity that sent shivers down his spine. "... Please don't kill me" he begged as tears ran down his face. He kept making unintelligible robotic noises, just beeping and such. He could almost make out something akin to a voice, but couldn't begin to guess what was being said. As he stood there for a few moments, he then reached back towards something in his pocket. Jacky flinched and pulled back for a second. But as Megavolt pulled the thing out, he could see it was Mr. Banana Brain. "Ah! B-b-banana brain?" He stuttered quietly. "Hey, Quacks! You don't look so good! Is everything OK, buddy?" He asked his friend while sitting in the robot's hands. "NO! IT'S NOT! All my friends have been turned into monsters! They're out to kill me! My family is gone!" He cried at the doll. "No! That's not true! Listen, I understand that things may look scary now, but you're not in danger! Everything is OK! Look" the toy told him as he reached a hand out, with the help of the Megavolt bot, and put it on his shoulder. "You're safe, alright? These guys are your friends. Look at Bushroot and Liquidator beating up the guy who hurt you. They're not monsters. What you're seeing isn't real. You're going to be OK. Just come along with us to the van outside" he then said in a comforting tone as the stunned duck was just staring quietly. He was silent for a moment before he gave the doll a light nod and shakily got up to his feet, with the help of the robot rat.

Megavolt had finally managed to convince Quackerjack to calm down and come along, with the help of his best friend, Mr. Banana Brain. He handed the toy over to him and started leading him down the corridor. "Come on, you two. We got him. Let's get out of here quickly" he told the other heroes who had just stopped their beating to look over at the nervous duck. They rushed over to them, leaving the bruised crow on the floor with stars spinning around his head. "Good job! Let's get him to the base so we can bring him back to earth" Liquidator said as the four finally reunited heroes were heading out of the frightening toy nightmare.

As the sun was just starting to rise, Quackerjack was sitting on the hideout couch, drinking a nice cup of tea and eating a sandwich. He let out a big sigh while rubbing his head, trying to not focus on the dizziness he felt from his still warped sight. Oh well, at least the hallucinations were over. "Feeling better?" Bushroot asked as he walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah. Thank you guys. It was really scary! You guys all looked like thematically fitting monsters and you were trying to kill me! Or... not you, but... um... Sorry, I can't get my thoughts straight" the clown grumbled tiredly as he rubbed his eye. "It's fine! Don't worry about it! Just take your time and let us treat you for now" the plant told him and smiled comfortingly. The other two also walked over and sat down as well. "The cops have arrested Corbett now, so everything is fine. Nothing to worry about. Let's just head back home and take a nap. Especially you, gagman! Take it easy for a while, Alright!" Megavolt told his pal as he reached over and gave him a playful noogie, making him snort gently. "Yeah, Alright. Let's do that. I'm looking forward to having servants for a day!" Quackerjack joked as he looked up at the grinning rat. "Don't push it" Liquidator had to comment before he reached out to the lever that would transport the couch they were on back home.

#darkwing duck #DWD #Megavolt #quackerjack #bushroot #liquidator #negaverse #nega megavolt #nega quackerjack #nega liquidator #nega bushroot #the friendly four #fanfiction #dwd fanfic #fanfic #the fearsome four

[pandapupremade]

job + quackerjack!

THANK U FELIX. 641 words here we gooooooooooooooooooo 

prompt from here!! featuring mention of Patch, who is @sphearts‘ self insert! rbs ok :’3

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     The night was young, and the sun had just set. Most people were up, but a young child with white braids was getting ready for bed. She, or rather her parents, figured it was certainly the early bird who got the worm. A growing duckling needed her rest, and one of said parents was making the bed so she could plop in when ready.

      "Mama," came the small girl's voice as she poked her head into the bedroom, "When's Papa comin' back tonight?"

      The parent paused, and looked at their beloved kid with a soft, awkward smile. "Well,  Swan...Your father is a little busy this evening. He'll be back in the morning or so, though...You know, um...." Assuming I can bail him out by then, they finished in their head.

     But at this, Swan pouted and put her toothbrush back into her mouth, brushing in a disheartened manner. "He's at it again, huh?" She huffed, "Is Par around at least?"

     "Hm, good question." Dora thought for a moment, "Ah, well. They'll be back soon too. Maybe." They kinda dropped the subject there, because nobody knew where Patch was or what they were up to. Ever. Swan didn't seem too satisfied with this, either, but she wasn't gonna complain.

     "I'm glad you're home, at least," Swan frowned. Yeah, at least someone in this family was responsible.

    Dora gave a light chuckle, though, and Swan went back to brushing her teeth over the sink to avoid drooling toothpaste on the floor. Soon, the duckling was tucked into bed, and Dora gave her a cheek kiss and turned off the light. With that finished, her parent walked downstairs.

    ....Right in time for there to be a bang and a crash on the porch. They watched the front door open, and in jumped a tall duck with a jester get-up. He looked beat up and panicked, but he shut the door with a slam that made Dora jolt. He peered through the peephole nervously, mumbling something to himself.

    "...Jackie?" Dora raised an eyebrow, frowning. He held a finger to his lips and hushed them...But nothing else happened. "I think you lost anyone who's after you, sweetie."

    Quackerjack paused for a moment, then relaxed, sliding to the floor with his back to the wooden door. He looked not unlike a life-sized plush you'd buy on Ebay with how limp he was. "Phew. Thought I was really in it that time...You ever seen that Dimwit Duck's foot speed? I thought I was a GONER!"

    Dora hummed. "So you got into trouble with Mr. Darkwing again? That explains the bumps and bruises and urgency."

    "Augh, don't call him MISTER...." Quackerjack groaned, "He's despicable! Truly a menace." Still, he looked pretty banged up - and Dora's main concern was that.

    "How did....this...happen?" They gestured to his appearance. "Did you get into a fight, or did a toy blow up in your face?"

     Quackerjack opened his mouth.

    "A toy blew up, didn't it?"

   Quackerjack closed his mouth. Well, as best he could with his teeth. He looked a little embarrassed, but Dora walked over and helped him to his feet. They planted a kiss on his beak, and smiled softly. "Well, I told Swan you'd be back in the morning, so I guess I didn't lie at all. She'll be happy to wake up to you."

    At this, he looked a little stunned, but then smiled. "R-really? Well, I'll have a new toy for her when she wakes up!" He seemed rather excited now. Even if all the kids in the world were afraid of Quackerjack and his creations, he could always find love and support in his family, Dora knew.

    They gave him another hug, though careful not to hurt his burns. "Welcome home, Jackie." Now all they would need would be Patch, and the home would be complete again.

#🪀🦆 Dorajack (Ship) #🃏🪀🦆 DoraPatchJack (Ship) #🃏💞 Wacky Quacky (Patch) #🦆💞 It’s Playtime (Quackerjack) #kermitwriting #🪀🩹 Dora (Self Insert) #raudrfox2 #mother mention #father mention

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

Okay, so I've been trying to figure this out for a bit, but I think I've broken down the basic history of Mr. Banana Brain

An odd sentence, yes, but it's really interesting to break down his incarnations and figure out the probable moment Mr. Banana Brain evolved from being disposable ammo to an irreplaceable knick-knack

*ahem* Let's dive into this because I want to ramble for a bit

Clockwork IED Variety

"Whiffle While You Work" has the first iteration of Mr. Banana Brain. I suppose this was a prototype, but he's clearly very much based on the classic "Mr. Potato Head" toy, which intriguingly was a popular toy in the 1950s, which is the era I estimated to be when QuackerJack was a child.

There seems to be more than one, as QuackerJack uses one to blow up the video game warehouse, as well as wielded one while trapped in the Whiffle Boy video game. Quite possible that he had a surplus of these modified toys.

This is the only time we really see this design, and it's never seen again.

Hand Grenade Variety

The first real step in what would become the familiar variation of Mr. Banana Brain. Here, QuackerJack uses him as a mouthpiece to bounce a few ideas out loud to himself, but is not seen using the doll in this manner any other time in the episode ("Toys Czar Us").

At the final act, Gosalyn finds the pull pin and this action reveals that Mr. Banana Brain was in fact an active explosive this whole time, and this variation is decimated on impact after being chucked at QuackerJack.

Sawdust Filled Ragdoll Variety

This is the common iteration of Mr. Banana Brain. Starting in "Just Us Justice Ducks", QuackerJack begins to use Mr. Banana Brain as an extension of himself, speaking through the doll in a falsetto tone, often holding him up in front of him as if to indicate that you should speak directly to the doll at the moment. Most often, Mr. Banana Brain speaks in a sort of rhyming gimmick ("Why don't you light a candle, Randall?"), but this is not always the case.

Whether or not QuackerJack moves his lips while doing the Mr. Banana Brain varies, and there seems to be a strange level of articulation in which the doll will seemingly move on its own while speaking, despite QuackerJack's hands being clearly visible and away from any sort of puppetry openings.

Mr. Banana Brain also seems to have a certain level of mischievousness, and sometimes enables QuackerJack's bad decisions. Mr. Banana Brain will also not hesitate to throw QuackerJack under the bus to get out of trouble.

Strangely Sentient and Possibly Possessed (Even before Paddywhack) Variety

This variation is an extension of the above variety (or possibly the exact same), having been observed capable of emoting, moved without any visible manipulation on QuackerJack's part, and may be the same as the above variety, which would explain why QuackerJack wasn't immediately concerned when Paddywhack inhabited it, as nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him.

This is also the last seen variety in the original cartoon, and is presumed to be the variation that had been shredded by Negaduck. May have also been the one temporarily merged as a single unit with QuackerJack in "Dangerous Currency"

Status: Repaired and, depending on canon, either reunited with QuackerJack in "Dangerous Currency", or confiscated alongside other villains' accessories in the Gallery Room in "Campaign Carnage"

Mecha Mr. Banana Brain

A replacement doll crafted from broken robot bits on the spot, he seems to function similarly to the original variations, but is a lot more gruff and channels QuackerJack's new soured and unstable emotional state.

Was broken to bits at the end of the first comic arc, but was also seen being repaired in the Joe Books Revival. QuackerJack's statement to Mecha Mr. Banana Brain about "wish you'd been around during the good old days" implies that QuackerJack is subconsciously aware that this is not an perfect "resurrection" of his plush plantain pal.

New-and-Improved Mr. Banana Brain

A closer recreation of the familiar Mr. Banana Brain design, but crafted with jagged steel instead of soft cloth. Sports a meaner and more sinister expression, and was characterized with a different voice than the good Mr. Banana Brain. Possibly more aggressive, and may be more dominant to QuackerJack than the other variations.

Also was noted for suggesting that QuackerJack do the equivalent of running a lady through a woodchiper (actually, the statement includes turning the lady into a doll, then shove her through the paper shredder, but you get the gist).

Upon gaining sentience from the backfiring of the Molecular Digitizer, he squabbled with the friendlier Mr. Banana Brain, and fought over rights to QuackerJack's companionship, boasting his rougher personality as a plus to that.

Never seen again.

Conclusion

Mr. Banana Brain doesn't fully become the iteration we know best until around "Just Us Justice Ducks"

#Darkwing duck #QuackerJack #Mr Banana Brain

[psychosistr]

i wonder if err, you could do info of gandra or steelbeak? or uhh the diamonds? just trying to give ideas

Sorry it took a while to write all of this out, but this is actually something I’ve been thinking over for a while now, and I’ll probably end up reblogging and/or adding to this post down the road if I come up with more characters in this AU. So, for now, here are the diamonds and their main servants under the cut :)

Blue Diamond, AKA- Morgana Macawber

Once serving as the voice of emotional wisdom among the diamonds, she has become very depressed since the shattering of Pink Diamond and is the only one of the three diamonds shown to openly grieve her loss- unfortunately, it is to grand extremes, and the other diamonds (mostly yellow) actually have to force her to get her work done or she’ll just allow her closest servants to do the work for her while she mourns. Millennia ago, she was known for wearing her iconic red dress like in the show, but, with the death of Pink Diamond, her wardrobe changed into much more somber black gowns with hoods she uses to hide her face. Her role within the diamond hierarchy is to understand the unknown- things such as energy manipulation and magic- and harness it for both battle and the advancement of homeworld.

Blue Diamond’s Servants- Morgana’s servants are selected for emotional reasons- meaning that anyone within her court can be considered important if they can do something to make her even remotely happy for a moment or if they’re able to motivate her to do something. Her closest servants, coincidentally, usually have odd mutations or abilities that make them one-of-a-kind.

Neptunia: A dark blue tourmaline who serves as the personal body guard of Blue Diamond. Fierce, opinionated, and not afraid to speak her mind, Neptunia is one of the few gems besides the diamonds that can get away with speaking in a less-than-formal manner to the diamond since she’s known Morgana for the longest out of all of her closer servants. She’ll listen when Morgana wants to cry about her troubles, but she’ll also be one of the first ones to tell her to get up and do her job when Yellow Diamond’s not around to say the same. Her weapon is a trident and she can control any body of water that she stands on to fight, whether it’s an entire ocean on a planet that’s being conquered, or a puddle of her diamond’s own tears.

Camille Chameleon: A rare zultanite- a gemstone that can change it colors and gives Camille the ability to easily change her form and hold it indefinitely without feeling strained as other gems would after prolonged use of such an ability. While her ability is useful, it’s not exactly good for one-on-one battles, so she spends most of her time as Blue Diamond’s personal attendant (kind of like Blue Pearl). She can fight if she needs to and uses her shape shifting as a weapon, and has even been called on for long-term infiltration missions to break down organic governments from within, but, at the end of the day, she prefers living the easy life granted to her by acting as Morgana’s attendant.

Rhoda Dendron: An aquamarine serving as Blue Diamond’s lead expert on short and long-range warp technology. Rhoda was a gift from Yellow Diamond- a scientist to help keep Morgana on track when she needs a logical voice amongst all of the emotional ones around her. Rhoda is very kind and certainly not meant for battle, preferring instead to work on her warp points and summoning wings made of water if fighting occurs so she can retreat. Her life was fairly normal until she was assigned to accompany Liquidator, Bushroot, Megavolt, and Quackerjack down to Earth with the seemingly simple task of repairing the planet’s long-damaged galaxy warp. However, her life quickly becomes a mess of chaos when she’s stuck in the middle of battles that she wanted nothing to do with and ends up getting poofed and bubbled by the Crystal Ducks for an exceptionally long amount of time, only to later awaken to her original four traveling companions deciding they want to stay on such a horrible back-water planet rather than return to homeworld, meaning that she’s stuck there too if she can’t fix the galaxy warp on her own..

Liquidator: Similar to Neptunia, Liquidator has known Morgana for an exceptionally long amount of time and is considered one of the highest ranking elite gems in her court, both because of his age and years of service as well as his exceptionally royal blue lapis lazuli gemstone. Originally serving as one of Morgana’s more destructive agents sent in to turn the tide of battles (literally) in homeworld’s favor, Liquidator decided to change his purpose in her court during era two to a terra-former after meeting Bushroot so the two could work together. While he does care about his diamond and is extremely loyal to her, his many years as an elite gem have worn him down over the millennia and he often finds himself wondering what he would do with his life he could actually just be himself rather than the perfect gem everyone expects him to be- a freedom he is granted on Earth and comes to greatly enjoy, even if it means no longer serving under his diamond again.

Bushroot: A sapphire created on Earth that was originally meant to serve Pink Diamond, Blue Diamond took Bushroot into her court at Liquidator’s behest since he was without a place on homeworld. While his visions are spotty and not always clear in their purpose, the fact that he is technically never wrong makes him very useful as a sapphire. For many years after the war, he works with Liquidator as a terra-former for new planets that Blue Diamond conquers, though he doesn’t partake of the same elite status that Liquidator does. After being assigned to return to Earth alongside Liquidator, Megavolt, and Quackerjack, Bushroot begins to unlock new powers and abilities he didn’t know he had, including summoning his own weapon and communicating with plants. Learning more about the world he came from, as well as the diamond he was originally meant for, leaves Bushroot with a lot of questions and doubts about how he feels in regards to Morgana and the rest of the diamonds.

Yellow Diamond, AKA- Sara Bellum

While Morgana serves as the diamonds’ voice of emotional wisdom, Bellum serves as their intellectual wisdom. Where Morgana is prone to fits of sorrow and/or anger, Bellum is cool, calm, and collected under pressure, approaching everything through the eyes of a scientist and analyzing situations rationally. As Yellow Diamond, Bellum leads homeworld’s more scientific pursuits, creating many of their societies greatest technological advancements such as warp drives and long-distance space ships that allowed their people to travel and begin colonizing other planets in the first place. However, while Bellum is the more intellectually driven of the diamonds, she is not without the occasional emotional outburst or silly mistake that she will attempt to ignore- often overreacting and poofing someone out of sheer surprise when they catch her in one of her more emotional moments.

Yellow Diamond’s Servants- Bellum leads homeworld’s scientific studies and colonization division, S.H.U.S.H., and has a slew of scientists and soldiers under her command. While she is not one to play favorites as each scientists under her serves a different but equally important purpose, there are a few servants that are allowed to interact with her more closely than others.

J.Gander Hooter: An imperial yellow topaz and commander of S.H.U.S.H., J.Gander reports directly to Yellow Diamond. Though he’s just supposed to be considered an underling, whenever she’s off conquering planets or busy with other scientific pursuits, he’s essentially the one that Yellow Diamond’s court goes to for orders. Many of Bellum’s less loyal followers spread rumors about Hooter secretly trying to usurp his diamond- a statement that could not be further from the truth. Yellow Diamond’s trust in J.Gander is well-founded as he has served her, and homeworld, loyally for thousands of years. She knows that he wouldn’t turn his back on his sense of duty to her or his people, so she trusts the decisions he makes when she’s not around.

Grizzlikof: A firey yellow sphene that serves as second in command of S.H.U.S.H., tactical commander of Yellow Diamond’s conquering armies, and personal body guard, Grizzlikof oversees many responsibilities within Bellum’s court, but would not prefer it any other way. As second in command of S.H.U.S.H., he makes sure that everything is running smoothly and that all reports are filed accordingly to maintain order (they oversee A LOT of gems and A LOT of worlds, someone’s gotta keep everything in order). As Yellow Diamond’s tactical commander, he helps formulate battle strategies and lead armies in the field that have brought countless victories to homeworld. And, as Bellum’s body guard, he always prioritizes her safety above that of anyone else around him- including himself- because he knows how much her role as a diamond is needed for homeworld’s continued health and prosperity. He has also made it his unofficial responsibility to personally test anyone who wants to serve as a bodyguard for any of the diamonds, giving them the test of defeating him in combat to prove they deserve their position- Neptunia passed with flying colors, Taurus Bulba took two tries but he won the second round easily (the first time seems to have just been to gather information on how his opponent fought), Pink Diamond’s amethyst guard defeated him through a series of tricky maneuvers and he still hates the gem to this day, and Quackerjack......well, he never talks about the fight with Quackerjack, but he got to serve as Pink Diamond’s bodyguard, so it’s safe to assume he won somehow.

Beatrice Bruté: A yellow orthoclase gemstone, Dr.Bruté is homeworld’s leading expert on organic life. Created around the time of the great gem war, Yellow Diamond tasked the doctor with finding out what value, if any, organic creatures had in an attempt to understand why so many gems would lay down their lives and abandon their duties to homeworld for the sake of such feeble creatures. Centuries of study led Dr.Bruté to understand more about organic life, how it is created, and how to care for it better than any gem in homeworld’s recorded history. When Pink Diamond tried pleading for the safety of the organic creatures of Earth, saying that she didn’t want all of them to be wiped out, Dr.Bruté was the head scientist in charge of setting up the human zoo for the conservation of the apparently sentient species. After the war ended, Dr.Bruté happily accepted the task of watching over the zoo so that she could continue her study of the strange multi-generational life forms for an extended period of time. Sometimes she does get called away to other planets when the diamonds encounter an organic species they want examined, so she’s forced to leave the zoo in the care of the various quartz soldiers from Earth, but she’s always quick to return to her studies.

Splatter Phoenix: A greenish yellow demantoid garnet- a unique cut of gem that was given to Yellow Diamond as a gift from Blue Diamond. While Bellum gave Morgana a scientist (Rhoda) to keep her on track, Morgana in turn gave Bellum an artist to remind her that sometimes you have to step back and look at things from a different perspective. Her official position in the court is Yellow Diamond’s assistant, something she constantly complains to Camille about anytime their diamonds get together for meetings, saying that her “talents” are squandered in such a meager role. The only way to stop her complaining is to let her design new (and often abstract, surreal-looking) buildings and monuments that will go on recently conquered or in-the-process-of-being-conquered planets, the one aspect of her job that she actually enjoys. Her gem-weapon is a paintbrush that can bring anything she paints to life, meaning that if she’s surrounded by enemies or in the middle of a battle where her own side’s forces need a break, she can just use her brush to create temporary soldiers- a very useful skill, but one she doesn’t use often as she prefers creating things that will last longer than a single battle.

Mark Beaks: An era two peridot that acts as S.H.U.S.H.’s robotics expert. When the resource shortage on homeworld began, second era gems found that they had far fewer powers and abilities compared to previous generations, and were forced to work harder to meet homeworld’s standards of labor. Mark HATES hard work, so he started tinkering around with robotics and came up with both the design for limb enhancers, earning him a high-ranking position within S.H.U.S.H.. Unfortunately, this meant more paperwork, more reports, a longer work schedule, and more WORK than Mark really cared for, so he just got lower-ranking gems to do the harder work for him while raking in the praise his limb enhancer designs earned him. His ego got a bit too big, though, and he mouthed off to Grizzlikof one too many times about his reports being filed by other gems. As punishment, Mark’s been sent on his own to Earth to check on Yellow Diamond’s personal project- the cluster.

Megavolt: A one of a kind era one peridot and one of Yellow Diamond’s top special agents. Megavolt was the only gem from his kindergarten to survive a freakishly powerful electrical storm that wiped out all of the other gem seeds on the planet. Surviving the tragedy made him a legend among the kindergartners and even gave him the bonus ability of electricity control in addition to the standard peridot magnetic-abilities. Technically an off-color due to his unusual powers and short-term memory problems, Yellow Diamond saw value in both his abilities in battle and his creativity in engineering and decided to keep him as part of her court. For centuries Megavolt has served his diamond loyally, going into battle at the drop of a hat anytime she called upon him and even fighting in the gem war because she requested his help personally. After returning to Earth with Liquidator and Bushroot, meeting Quackerjack, and learning more about how the diamonds really view those that work for them, though, Megavolt’s loyalty has begun to waiver.

White Diamond, AKA- Magica de Spell

The controlling mind behind the diamonds, Magica rules with an iron fist and expects nothing but perfection from those who work under her- including her fellow diamonds. Her design is based more off of her of her original Ducktales/Darkwing Duck/Comics appearance, but with white trim on her sleeves, black eyeshadow, and a slightly longer black dress that trails behind her the few times she moves. Magica views herself as the perfect standard to which all other gems are held to and is not afraid to make an example of others to prove her position of power within the gem hierarchy. While she never leaves her ship anymore, she is still a feared presence across the galaxy thanks to her elite servants that carry out her bidding.

White Diamond’s Servants- White Diamond holds her troops to an even higher standard of perfection than any other diamond- a standard that few can ever hope to reach. Everyone in her court knows that if you do not live up to her standards, or if you fail to uphold or question her orders, you’ll be nothing more than a puppet within seconds. If you want to work for her and still be yourself, you’d better be the best at what you do or be completely invisible to the tyrannical queen.

Paddywhack (Controlled): A bloodstone that once belonged to Pink Diamond and served as her first jester.In mourning for the loss of his diamond as well as his other friends that went to Earth with her and never returned, Paddywhack loudly spoke out against White Diamond during the public announcement of Pink Diamond’s shattering. He was punished via a savage beating by White Diamond’s servants before being forcefully stripped of his colors and turned into her emotionless puppet-like servant. He currently spends his days in this state, unaware of what’s going on or the time that passes around him while his body is used as a warning against anyone else who would dare to speak out against White Diamond.

Taurus Bulba: A roughly cut goshenite, Taurus Bulba was the first gem to ever survive a head-on attack from White Diamond. No one knows for sure why she attacked him- he could have said something she didn’t approve of, she could have just been in a bad mood that day- all they know is that after the attack he miraculously survived, albeit with extreme cracking across over fifty percent of his body. Deciding she rather enjoyed his tough stature and intellect, Magica decided to keep him in her court and even let him retain his free will. After receiving several physical augmentations from Yellow Diamond’s science division, Taurus has, ironically, been re-purposed as Magica’s bodyguard, making sure that no one that somehow breaches the ship ever gets close to his diamond. While many would take this as a showing of trust on White Diamond’s part, Taurus knows better: Magica is merely keeping her allies close, and her enemies closer..where she can always keep an eye on him...

Gandra Dee: A black and white star sapphire with the ability to see the future and playback her predictions for others to see as well, Gandra serves as one of White Diamond’s top field agents and spies, her powers allowing her to predict any uprisings before they can reach fruition. In addition to her future-sight, Gandra is also a very useful field operative, utilizing her abilities in combat to predict her opponents’ moves and countering with the experimental white destabilizing nano-machines implanted into her own body. Her design is based off her DT17 version, but with a drastically different outfit consisting of a white lab coat over a black button-up vest, black fingerless gloves, black slacks, and black short-heeled boots (she hates the black and white color scheme and how stuffy the outfit is, but would never say it out loud for fear of incurring her diamond’s wrath). Gandra doesn’t mind the fighting she has to do for her diamond’s missions, but seeing everything before it happens does grant her some...unpleasant visions, and she often wonders if the future they’re heading towards is the right one or if there’s even a way to change it at all.

Darkwarrior Duck: The black amethyst bounty hunter that only answers to White Diamond, Darkwarrior serves Magica by being her hand of “justice” against all who oppose her. His appearance is very similar to how it looked in the show, but with a more black and white color scheme and, instead of metal spikes on his shoulders, he has sharpened white crystals on his armor. Originally meant to serve as a standard soldier for White Diamond’s armies, Darkwarrior made a name for himself by being both the most brutal against his diamond’s enemies in battle, and being the first to turn on any former comrades who spoke ill of the all-powerful diamond. Magica approved of both his loyalty and his brutality and soon enlisted him as her own personal bounty hunter tasked with bringing any rebellious malcontents to “justice” by any means necessary.

Steelbeak: The most perfect black melanite in existence, Steelbeak is White Diamond’s top field agent and spy. Capable of infiltrating any organization, be it organic or gem, Steelbeak can quickly earn the trust of at least half of a group’s members, steal their secrets, and lead White Diamond’s forces to wipe them out before anyone’s even aware of what’s happening. Merciless, sadistic, and the best at what he does, Steelbeak is the oldest of Magica’s servants and has worked under her for thousands of years, aiding her in the conquering of countless planets and earning him the title of her best field agent. In addition to his skills in espionage, Steelbeak is also a major asset in battle with the ability to wipe out entire armies with nothing but his wits and his arsenal of gem-contruct weapons that he can summon at a moment’s notice. While he is good at what he does, that does not mean he’s to be trusted, even by the rest of White Diamond’s court- he has his own goals in mind and will lie, manipulate, and/or shatter anyone that gets in his way.

Pink Diamond, AKA- ???

While it’s probably obvious by now from my other posts who Pink Diamond was, I’ll still avoid saying it out loud in the descriptions. Pink Diamond was known for being the moral compass of the diamonds- their heart, so to speak. While the other three focused on running homeworld and their colonies with wisdom and intelligence, Pink focused on trying to make everyone happy rather than letting them fester in the misery such a rigid system brought on the gems from every court. She was a kind-hearted person, but was known for having the occasional childish streak, as she was the youngest of the diamonds at the time.

Pink Diamond’s Servants- Pink Diamond’s servants were chosen entirely based on who she liked. That was it, really. If you could make her smile or laugh or if she felt like you were a good person to be around, then you could easily earn a higher place in her court. Her closest servants were also considered her best friends and she treated them as such, much to the irritation of the other diamonds who constantly encouraged her to be more commanding with her underlings.  

Paddywhack (Free): A red blood stone originally adorned in bright pink clothes, Paddywhack served as Pink Diamond’s first jester and close friend. He would spend hours making her laugh by hiding inside of various toys, making them talk and dance, or even putting on entire shows for her with his shape shifting and toy-possession abilities. When Quackerjack came along, he was able to fill the roles of both jester and bodyguard, meaning that he was the one who got to go out with Pink Diamond more often outside of her palace while Paddywhack had to stay behind. Rather than resent Quackerjack for taking his place in public, however, Paddywhack appreciated the other clown’s presence and the two of them became best friends through their loyal service to Pink Diamond. When Pink Diamond was finally granted her own colony, Paddywhack was forced to stay behind on homeworld by the other diamonds who claimed “he did not belong on a battlefield”. Quackerjack promised he’d keep Pink Diamond safe and that they’d be back someday...but they never returned..

An Amethyst: Not much is known about the purple amethyst that kept Pink Diamond company as a back-up bodyguard, but it was rumored that he would often be spotted around homeworld when off-duty helping those in need. When Pink Diamond went to Earth, he was one of the few gems from her court she was allowed to bring with her, as an extra bodyguard seemed like a logical choice. No one knows what happened to him during or after the war.

Nega-Gosalyn: An adorable pink sweetheart morganite, Nega-Gosalyn, or Lyn for short, was one of Pink Diamond’s closest friends. She tended to Pink Diamond’s secret garden of flowers where the two of them (three if Quackerjack came along) would play for hours and hours, away from the judgmental eyes of the diamonds. When Pink Diamond was given her own colony, though, Lyn was left behind in the garden under the guise of a game where she was told to stay very still and wait for Pink Diamond to return. Thousands of years later, she’s still waiting...

Quackerjack: A one of a kind pink malaia garnet with orange flecks in the gemstone, Quackerjack was a special gift just for Pink Diamond so she could have both a jester and a bodyguard in one convenient person. Quackerjack was given the task of keeping Pink Diamond safe, as well as happy and entertained- a job that seemed easy in theory, but harder in practice. While he knew several games and jokes and could even make toys for her, Pink Diamond always seemed put off by Quackerjack’s attitude during the earlier years of his service to her. Paddywhack was the one to finally show him the crucial element he was missing to make Pink Diamond happy: FUN. And not just things that she would find fun, but things that QUACKERJACK would enjoy, too. The concept of enjoying something for himself was new to Quackerjack but, once he figured it out, he found that he really did like being happy and having fun and he grew closer to Pink and her other servants when he was genuinely happy. When Pink Diamond went to Earth, Quackerjack went with her and vowed to never leave her side. This was a promise he seemed to keep, right up until her shattering. No one knew where he was when it occurred and, thousands of years after the war, he was found by Megavolt, Liquidator, and Bushroot, trapped in a mirror with a cracked gemstone. Quackerjack has trouble accepting that his diamond is gone, at first insisting that there’s no way she was really shattered, but later comes to accept the truth that she’s no longer around- a heartbreaking realization for him that takes a lot of time to get over. Even though she’s not around anymore, Quackerjack still considers himself a part of her court rather than one of the others led by the other diamonds and operates as a free agent. He agrees to go back to Earth alongside his new friends since homeworld no longer has anything there that he wants to stick around for, and because he, for some reason, seems to like Earth more than homeworld, despite it being the place his diamond was supposedly shattered. Despite his happy-go-lucky demeanor, Quackerjack seems to know a lot more about the war, Pink Diamond, and the Crystal Ducks than he lets on- occasionally dropping random facts or pieces of information about his diamond and the planet before physically silencing himself so as not to reveal the full-extent of what he knows.

#steven universe!au #quackerjack #megavolt #bushroot #liquidator #Drake Mallard #morgana macawber #magica de spell #sera bellum #neptunia #camille chameleon #rhoda dendron #j.gander hooter #grizzlikoff #beatrice brute #splatter phoenix #mark beaks #paddywhack #taurus bulba #gandra dee #darkwarrior duck #steelbeak #nega-gosalyn

[sandyferal]

The Vacation part 4

This was starting to get to Megavolt a little bit.

Megavolt and Quackerjack were on a boat, one that was regularly used by tourists to get to and from Saint Canard without having to use the traffic-ridden bridge. They had snuck onboard by stealing tickets from two unsuspecting passengers who were luckily the same species as the two criminals. Now they were heading to one of the nearby cities, surrounded by happy passengers chatting about some mundane thing or the other.

But at the moment Megavolt was not exactly happy.

It was enough that anywhere he looked he could see miles of water, and the constant movement of the boat was beginning to make him a bit sick, and the sun was shining straight into his eyes, but Quackerjack’s incessant scratching was not helping.

“Will you stop that?” Megavolt asked

“Stop what?”

“Scratching your head, you’re making me itchy just looking at you.”

“I can’t help it,” Quackerjack pulled his hand away from his head and into a fist with visible effort. “Im not used to having my hat off, now my head’s all…” he made vague clawing motions around his scalp. “Itchy!”

“Yeah I know what you mean.” Megavolt tugged at his own clothes to hide the lightning shaped scars on his arm. “But there’s no way for us to be inconspicuous with you wearing that hat of yours.”

Quackerjack huffed. “You’d be surprised. A trench coat and a hat can do wonders.”

“On top of our normal clothes? In this weather?”

“Fair enough,” Quackerjack’s smile returned suddenly. “Oh, but I can’t wait to get back in my old clothes and wreak havoc in a new playground. Maybe the kids there will even have better taste in toys! Why didn’t I think of this before?”

“Well maybe for one,” Megavolt mumbled. “New city, unfamiliar streets, strangers everywhere. And crossing over all this water…” he looked down and shuddered slightly. “Not exactly my idea of a good time.”

“Aw c’mon, what’s wrong with new places?”

“I just don’t want to forget everything I left behind again,” Megavolt said quietly.

Quackerjack pulled the rodent closer to him. “Don’t be to down Sparky! You won’t forget anything while I’m here! And you know it, I can remind you of Saint Canard until you want to pull you hair out!”

“Ok, ok, don’t go overboard you loon.” Megavolt smiled. “I do have to admit it will be nice not to be cornered by Dipwing whenever I leave my hideout.”

“We can have nice long uninterrupted playdates without that nosy duck trying to but in!”

“No more ‘I am the terror that flaps in the night,’ or ‘I am the swimsuit that’s two sizes two small!’ Like geez, we get it, you’re all the most annoying parts of all our lives, do you have to announce it every time?”

“Ugh I know! Though it is nice of him to have an intro that’s long enough so we can have a decent warning.”

At that moment a large jet of water burst up from somewhere a few feet behind the boat only for the water to return to its normal mostly uninterrupted state only a few moments later.

“What are those two doing down there?” Megavolt asked.

“I don’t know,” Quackerjack said. “I don’t think I want to. Those two are so sappy.”

“Aren’t they though? Like geez do they have to be so-” Megavolt paused. “‘Sappy?’ Was that a pun?”

“You know it!”

Megavolt snickered. “You should say that to his face. I bet he’ll go beet red.”

“I will. Those two can’t leaf each other alone for one second.”

“I think you’ve gotten to the root of the problem.”

The two began to laugh harder as they continued making bad puns. Minutes later they were in hysterics on the floor and people were starting to stare. Megavolt was the first to recover.

“Y’know maybe this vacation is what I need,” he said. “I forgot how relaxing it can be to take a break from the whole crime-hiding-prison cycle.”

“But that’s part of the fun of being a villain! It’s all just part of the game!”

“It’s a game to you it’s just life to me. I never really got to have a normal life, with my own house, my own job my own money,” Megavolt said. Suddenly his eyes widened. “Oh shit!”

Quackerjack looked up. “What is it?”

“If we’re gonna hide that means we need to lay low for a while. We’re probably gonna need to actually get a place to sleep and food and stuff without committing any serious crimes.”

Quackerjack tilted his head. “But pickpocketing and stealing from purses isn’t a major crime is it? It’s not even really a crime if we can get away with it.”

The two looked around them at women decked out in fancy jewelry and men with nice wristwatches, and designer handbags and backpacks left practically unattended on nearby chairs.

Megavolt smiled. “I think you’re right Quacky. That wouldn’t draw too much attention.”

…

A couple dozen feet below the boat, in a large bubble of air within the water, Liquidator led Bushroot across the bay’s floor.

“Want to travel while remaining unseen?” Liquidator said. “Try going underwater! It may not be the most popular method of travel, but it certainly has a few perks!”

“It does,” Bushroot looked up at the shadow of the boat above them. “Though I can’t say I’d mind having a ride.”

“You want a ride? Say no more!” Liquidator dropped into a puddle. After sliding underneath Bushroot’s feet, he reformed, bringing Bushroot up with him in his arms. “The Liquidator is happy to allow you to ride me any time, free of charge!”

“Oh Buddy, such a gentleman,” Bushroot said with a small laugh. “Thanks.”

“Well it is exactly what you wanted isn’t it? You know you can just ask for things directly right? I don’t sell everything, favors for my partner in crime will never come with a price!”

“Oh of course I know that,” Bushroot said. “I wasn’t trying to ask for that exactly I was just…” he sighed. “Nevermind. I appreciate it Buddy.”

“No, no, no, if you have a complaint with my services I want to hear it!” Liquidator insisted.

“It’s not a complaint with anything about you! It’s just w-well, it bugs me a bit that those two get to be up there, and we have to hide away down here.”

“And what’s wrong with being down here?” Liquidator sound offended, but it was hard to tell if it was genuine or just for show. “Do you not enjoy spending some alone time with your favorite puddle puppy?”

“No, no, that’s not it!” Bushroot pulled himself closer to Liquidator. “It’s not that-that I don’t enjoy spending alone time with you. B-but sometimes I miss… being around o-other people.” He shot a quick glance at his own body. “Because I’m not… normal.”

Liquidator tilted his head. “Would you say that this method of travel is normal?”

“No.”

“But look around you,” Liquidator gestured to the water around them. Above them the light could seen shining on the water's surface, and around them fish and underwater plants were visible. “I don’t know about you but I think this is a pretty nice view.”

“Yeah…”

“Do you think I’m normal?”

“Well, y-you-”

“Of course I’m not!” Liquidator interrupted. “But you like me don’t you?”

“Y-Yes! I do! Of course I like you!”

“Well then, not to sound cliche, but being normal is very overrated! The people up there are missing out on wonderful and fascinating things like you and me, though they still get to deal with Megavolt and Quackerjack.” Liquidator smirked. “And if you ask me, those two, while I enjoy their company, can be trouble. Sanity-wise their normality is a bit questionable.”

Bushroot chuckled. “Well, you can say that again. They are a bit much to deal with.”

“Besides Reggie, the reason we need to hide isn’t entirely to do with being normal. It’s partly to do with the fact that we’re criminals.”

“Oh yeah. I kinda forgot.”

“You may forget, unfortunately, the law enforcement does not,” Liquidator said. “But all that aside, is it really that bad to be stuck down here with me?”

“No. I will admit, I’ve never been able to see underwater plants this close. So that kinda nice.”

“See! I told you this method of travel has its perks.”

“Uh, Buddy?”

“Yes?” Liquidator purred.

“Did you call yourself ‘puddle puppy’ earlier?”

“Uhh…” Liquidator gave a rare embarrassed smile. “I was looking for alliteration and that just… came out.”

“Can I call you that?” Bushroot asked with a grin.

Liquidator laughed. “Absolutely not! You know our toy-enthused friend or either of those pesky masked mallards would never let me hear the end of it if you said that in front of one of them.”

“What about when we’re alone?”

“The answer is still no!”

“Aw c’mon…”

Liquidator let out a sigh, though his smile had not disappeared. “Okay, maybe occasionally, when we’re completely alone. But be careful Reggie, if you want to get into the embarrassing pet names game. I’ve been playing it much longer than you have.”

Bushroot began to turn pink. “Ok! I understand! I’ll keep that in mind.”

#darkwing duck #quackervolt #megavolt #quackerjack #liquiroot #liquidator #bushroot

[sandyferal]

The Vacation part 3

Finally getting to the title!

Quackerjack snuck along the streets of Saint Canard. Even with the cover of night’s darkness, he tried to stick to the less open areas to further ensure that he would remain unseen. When he began to pass a cluster of apartments, he began singing a little song under his breath. As he sang, he began pointing at a few features of the passing street, which would seem random to anyone who could not hear his lyrics.

“And if you need more proof, there’s boarded up windows,” he mumbled to a childish melody. “Remember it’s got a red roof, and bingo!”

After ending his song he found himself pointing at a two-story blue house with a light red roof. Passing right by the front door, Quackerjack made his way to a wooden fence which he quickly vaulted over. He hopped up a metal staircase on the side of the building to another door and pulled a small key from inside his hat.

Soon he had slipped through the unlocked door and closed it behind it, breathing out a sigh of relief.

“Trying to find a place to hide?”

The voice made Quackerjack jump, and he looked around frantically in the dark apartment for the source of the noise, his bells jingling as his head turned.

“Don’t freak out,” said a different, but familiar voice. “It’s just us.”

One of the many strings of lightbulbs in the apartment lit up. In their light Quackerjack could clearly see Bushroot and Liquidator standing in the apartment in one of the few spaces not covered with plugged-in appliances. Or rather, Bushroot was standing. Liquidator had wrapped himself completely around Bushroot, seemingly trying to make himself as small as possible.

“What are you two doing here?” Quackerjack asked. “Also I know you two like to be close, but geez Liqui, I don’t think you need to be that close!”

“Want to get electrocuted? Because the Liquidator doesn’t!! You may like the occasional shock, but I don’t, so I’m staying away from all these electronics, where it’s safe.” Liquidator looked down at his soaked companion. “Which Just happens to be Reggie’s body.”

Bushroot wiped water out his eyes, though it continued to drip down from Liquidator’s form. “Believe me, if there was a better way to do this I’d love to try it. This isn’t exactly the most comfortable way we can be ‘close’, but we already got zapped once and I’d like to avoid it happening again.”

Quackerjack smirked. “Sounds like someone can’t handle a little electricity. But still, that doesn’t answer why you’re here.” He slipped his key back under his hat. “Sparky actually gave me a way to get in here for special occasions, but I didn’t even know you two knew about this place.”

“Who in our little group is actually good at keeping their ‘secret locations’ a secret?” Liquidator asked.

“Besides, we didn’t have a choice! W-we don’t really have anywhere else to go, and our normal hideout has been attacked,” Bushroot said.

“Well I don’t mind having a few extra playmates around,” Quackerjack said with a shrug. “But if Sparky finds out he may get a bit upset. You know how grumpy he can be sometimes.”

“What Megavolt doesn’t know won’t hurt him!” Liquidations said. “Anyway, he has other places to hide I’m sure we won’t be seeing him for a while!”

And at that moment the door opened.

“What are you all doing here?!” Megavolt asked. “Especially you!” He pointed at Liquidator.

“We had n-nowhere else to hide fr-from Negaduck!” Bushroot said. “We barely escaped when he tried to-to burn down the greenhouse.”

“I was just telling them right now that you’d be upset!” Quackerjack said, sounding somewhat proud of himself.

“Hang on, how did you get in here??” Megavolt said, turning on Quackerjack.

“You gave me a key remember?”

“Oh yeah.” Megavolt’s tone calmed a bit. “I did didn’t I?”

“The Liquidator has a very good memory, and if I recall correctly, you said you had other places to hide out,” Liquidator said.

“I do! It’s just Negaduck found all of them.” Megavolt sighed. “In fact, usually I don’t come here unless there’s no one looking for me, or I have nowhere else to go. Specifically because it’s so easy to find, and break into.” He glared at his teammates at these last words.

“Wait, he’s found all of them?” Bushroot asked, worry audible in his voice. “D-Does that mean he’ll probably find us here too?”

“Well yeah!” Megavolt slumped against the wall. “Not that he’s personally tried to kill me every time, but being hunted down by a pack of rabid dogs isn’t much better. He’s had to find us so many times I’m pretty sure he knows about all of our hideouts.”

“Sparky’s right,” Quackerjack said. “I only came here cause I have nowhere else to go. I had to leave so fast I barely got to grab any of my toys either, so I’ll have to build new ones from scratch.”

“S-s you’re saying, none of us have anywhere to go, and he’ll definitely find us here?” Bushroot asked, starting to sound a little panicked.

“Yeah that’s exactly what he said,” Quackerjack retorted. “Weren’t you listening?”

“And it’s so hard to find a good hideout this time of year,” Megavolt mumbled absentmindedly. “Tourists all over the place during summer…”

“So basically, we’re totally screwed?!” Bushroot curled into a ball. “You guys should have listened to me when I told you this was a bad idea!”

“Well excuse me if some of us have a spine!” Megavolt said.

“What does it matter if you have a spine?” Bushroot said, his volume rising. “There’s a maniac trying to kill us, and there’s nowhere in all of Saint Canard we can hide!!”

“Well then, I think the answer is obvious!” Liquidator said.

Everyone turned to look at him.

Liquidator was now grinning widely. “Need a place to hide? Having trouble finding a good secret base in Saint Canard? Want to leave your troubles behind? Why not take a short vacation!”

“A vacation?” Megavolt’s eyes widened. “You mean outside of Saint Canard?”

“Think about it!” Liquidator had the smug look of a villain who had just come up with an excellent scheme. “No Negaduck, no wanted posters of our face plaster all over the streets, and best of all, no Darkwing Duck to stop us from committing crimes!”

“I’ve never really thought about leaving…” Megavolt said, scratching his head.

“Actually, I think this plan sounds like fun!” Quackerjack moved right next to Megavolt. “Think about it, a whole new city to make our playground! Full of unsuspecting saps who won’t know what hit them if we play our cards right!”

“I don’t know-”

“Think about all the poor innocent lightbulbs who have never had a taste of freedom,” Quackerjack said. “A whole new place where you could spread your message of liberation for electronics!”

Megavolt’s eyes widened. “Hey you’re right! Those poor bulbs deserve as much of a chance as the ones in this city!”

“That’s the spirit Sparky!” Quackerjack said, pulling his partner into a hug.

“And,” Liquidator placed a hand on Bushroot’s cheek. “Safety guaranteed! No longer will you need to worry about being cut in half!”

“I guess a vacation does sound nice,” Bushroot said. “Would be good to meet some new plants too. I’ve already talked to half the trees in this city.”

“Then it sounds like it’s settled!” Liquidator said. “It’s time for the fearsome four to take a vacation!”

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