Lullaby of a adventurer
Heyo! I decided to post this small little fragment I wrote a little while back. Basically because I feel bad that my writing has run a bit dry the past week or two. Also, I’m struggling on where to really go with this idea. I have small plot ideas and wonder if I should even continue with this. Honestly this may be one of those I push off till later and it might become just a one shot. I might write a bit more to end this one shot scene and post it in my oneshot thing on AO3. But really, I don’t want to shelve it for much longer. It kind of came across as I was listening to Lullaby of a Princess on youtube. And everyones really talked about which triplet would become most likely on turn on the others and become evil. But I’ve had this idea fumbling in my head for a while...
What if...the triplets weren’t the ones who turned evil.
What if...the one least likely to be corrupted was. By a darkness so intense not even she could fight it with her light.
If she was left completely vulnerable, its very possible.
Webby’s eyes opened.
They were bright red with a black pupil.
Instantly the triplets grit their beaks and Dewey formed a defensive stance.
“What did you do to her?!” Huey demanded, pointing his book at the figure with an offensive posture.
Louie’s almost crestfallen face coupled with his prone form splayed out on the ground instantly switched to form angry tears and shoved himself to his feet.
Webby smiled wickedly. “Why, I didn’t do anything Hubert.”
“Who are you?” Louie demanded.
Webby chuckled. “Why Lou, its me…Webby.” She spun around with one arm outstretched.
“You aren’t Webby! Give her back!” Dewey launched himself at her and swung his arm back to punch her.
Webby’s eyes narrowed quickly she appeared before him, leaning down she whispered in his ear. “Do you really want to do that? You will hurt her.”
Dewey’s eyes widened, Webby’s narrowed.
She punched him hard in the chest, sending him backwards into the arms of his brothers.
Sending them all a playful giggle, Webby took at step towards the unprepared triplets. “Now boys, let’s not go straight to violence. I’m sure there’s a way we can work this out.”
“Whoever you are we will get you out of Webby.” Dewey said confidently.
“Really?” Webby blinked. “I have a feeling that you misunderstand something Dewford.” She carefully walked over to them, patting Dewey on the head. “I’m Webby.”
“You aren’t!” Dewey slapped her hand away.
Suddenly her smile turned from wicked to soft. Her eyes faded back to their normal color. “Dewey! What are you saying?” she chuckled. “Were best friends…forever. Aren’t we?” Webby’s face looked unsure now, innocent.
Dewey couldn’t help it. “Webby?” his guard was lowered instantly.
Louie grabbed his brothers arm and yanked him away from Webby just before her eyes returned to red and a hand with dark energy swiped at the air he was standing in moments before.
“Don’t be fooled!” Louie hissed, glaring harshly at the dark Webby. “She’s trying to trick you!”
Dark Webby shrugged and smiled slightly. Spinning around, she swiped her hand against her hair, jagged streaks of black clashing with the white locks. Her vest faded to a dark violet, her once pink shirt and skirt black as night as she swiped her hand over her clothes.
“It couldn’t hurt to try.” On her hands formed two black sleeveless gloves, finally her bow fading to black with a red stone in the middle.
Horrified, The triplets watched, slack jawed as Webby began to float.
“Why are you doing this?” Huey had his arms out, two brothers secured behind him.
Webby’s beak broke out into a maniacal grin. “Because its fun!”
“What do we do?!” Dewey pointed at Webby. “We can’t fight her!”
Huey grit his beak and clenched his hands into fists.
Louie looked on in shock and anguish. “This is all my fault.”
Webby held up both hands, black and purple energy began to accumulate around them.
“Run…” Huey said softly.
“What?!” Dewey and Louie’s eyes snapped to their brother.
Grasping both of his brothers arms, Huey turned around bolting through the pathway ahead. “RUN!!”
Blasts of dark magic thundered behind them as they made contact with the rock walls.
All three scrambled and stumbled through the dark passageway. Louie’s legs felt like jello and more than once did he find himself stumbling and having to rely on Huey to keep his balance.
He could hear Dewey’s frantic breathing as they continued their pace as well as feel Huey’s trembling hand on his own.
They were scared too.
He just couldn’t believe this.
They were scared, terrified.
Of their best friend.
Let me know what you think ^^