Okay, here we go. After a few weeks I managed to work out most of the kinks of this fanfic. Its another oneshot (10 pages to be precise AHAHAHA) This is my day after Della returns fanfic of how Webby is adjusting to Della being back. It’s sort of the story set before “Walls” I really wanted to add a Donald scene ;_; but he’s on the moon. So sorry Donald.. I also put this up on AO3. Once again, I love any comments and feedback ^^ this one did fight me quite a bit at the end especially. I had like 3 other endings before I felt this one fit the mood I wanted.
I really hope you guys love this!
Webby watched the triplets hug their mother with a bright smile. Tears of happiness leaked from her eyes, hands clasped together and letting out little squeaks and noises of excited emotion. She felt like dancing and wanted in on the hug action herself.
She took a couple steps towards them, only for her to stop just a few feet from them, her arms dropping at her sides. She closed her eyes and took a step back, her smile turning slightly sad. She shook her head slowly and feeling a hand on her shoulder, she glanced up at her Granny who was looking down at her with love.
Giving her a bright smile back, Webby put a hand on her Granny’s and watched Della with the boys and how happy they were finally.
Webby couldn’t interrupt that.
Her tiny hand tightened on her Granny’s, but her expression remained the same.
After they had cleaned up the robot in the yard and placed the Sword in the Stone back where it originally was, Webby needed some alone time. Every once in a while, the boys and others would notice Webby’s absence. Beakley told them that while Webby was an outgoing child, even she needed time to herself and recoup. At first they were concerned, but Beakley assured them that this was normal for her granddaughter.
This time, with Della’s arrival the absence wasn’t felt as strongly. All eyes were on Della and Webby wanted to give the boys the time they needed with their mother. She barely spoke to her anyways. Mostly telling her where Donald was, and of course her ever popular. “Hi I’m Webby!”
Opening the door to her darkened room, she didn’t bother to turn on the light. Closing it behind her, she went to her bed, curling up on it and just lying there.
She tried to blank her mind, but her meditation techniques weren’t working. Taking a semi shaky breath, she grasped her pillow.
She didn’t really know what she was expecting.
To be included in the hugs?
To talk to Della?
To not feel like an outcast again?
Gripping the pillow tighter, she shoved her head into the pillow to suppress any sort of tears or crying.
No, Webby had to shove those thoughts aside. They had no business slipping into her mind and taking over.
Still, there was an ache there. One that was hard to identify at that moment. But she was shaking slightly, wanting to just let these emotions out somehow.
A soft knock at her door made her sit straight up and wipe away all evidence.
As her door opened, Webby saw her Granny’s face. She looked away.
“Darling.” Beakley started, walking closer to her granddaughter and sitting down gently on the bed next to her.
“Hi Granny.” Webby managed with a strangled smile.
Sighing, Beakley wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Webby? Is something wrong?” She asked staring intently at her.
Webby’s eyes met her Grandmothers and briefly Beakley saw those unshed tears before Webby pulled away and turned around.
“Of course not! Everythings fine!” She said brightly. “Well, I mean Dewey’s still throwing up fizzy rocks in the other room I think and I think were gonna need a gardener to fix the yard. But-“ she smiled, turning back to her Grandmother who wasn’t buying her rambling. Faltering, Webby’s form began to tremble as she resisted the urge to completely fall apart.
Beakley’s face shifted to worry as the pink clothed duck’s eyes began to cloud over with sorrow.
“Webby, is this about Della?”
Webby froze, her face giving Beakley all the answers she needed. Her expression became sympathetic and quickly she gathered Webby up in her arms, pulling her granddaughter on her lap. “Oh Webby…..” she said softly.
Clutching her grandmother’s clothes, Webby found she couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“I’m happy! I’m really happy for the boys! For Uncle Scrooge! Finally they have Della back!...” Webby sputtered while crying, trying so hard to stop but finding it was just making her cry harder.
Beakley brushed her granddaughters hair with her fingers, letting her get everything out. “But?”
“B-But.. I started to feel like an outsider again! I never knew Della like Scrooge, I have no connection to her except through the boys! She’s their mom! I can’t…..I can’t intrude on that!” She couldn’t push her way into their hugs….she didn’t have that. A mother or father anymore, she only had her Granny. Gripping onto her that much tighter, Webby realized how alone she truly felt in that moment. And it scared her senseless. They were trying to meld into another family to make their own. But the barriers were still there. The Beakley/Vanderquack line ended with them and that terrified her if they couldn’t become part with the McDucks and Ducks.
“Oh Webby..” Beakley knew how long her granddaughter was hurting from her own pain. She hid it well behind her cheerful nature. But Beakley knew.
“Darling. I don’t believe they would think you would be intruding. The boys for sure would welcome you. You are as much family to them as Scrooge. Della….Della is just reconnecting with everyone. Give her time.” Patting her head, Beakley looked at her granddaughter lovingly.
Webby stopped crying, rubbing her eyes as they darted a bit, her mind soaking up what her grandmother was saying. “I….thanks Granny,” she said with a tearful smile. “I know…Della is struggling like everyone is. I’ll…welcome her properly tomorrow! I promise!” She held up her arms. “Webby style!”
Although Webby still wasn’t completely over her sadness, she put on a brave face for her Granny. She knew she was right. Della would approach her when she was ready, just like Scrooge did. She only hoped it was soon. She wanted to be with her friends again. She wanted to explore with Dewey, read with Huey and have Louie and her get into all kinds of mischief.
As she said goodnight to her Granny, she started to get ready for bed. Dressing in her nightgown, she arranged her stuffed animals, played interrogation, and even wandered a bit over to the McDuck family board. Pressing her hand against it, she slid it down and paused.
She really should update it. With this new development of Della returning she could ask so many questions and write everything down. The fragments she heard from the doorway suddenly appeared as sticky notes as she thought of them.
Notes of “Crashed on the moon?”
“Aliens?!”
“What is a moonmite?”
“Lost a leg in the crash.”
Appeared one after another. She paused writing the last one. “Came home through sheer determination of will to see the trip-“
She set down the sticky notes, finding another pain well up inside her. Swallowing harshly, she blinked back fresh tears and shook her head. What was wrong with her?
A knock on the door made her turn her head once more towards it. “Who is it?” She asked, her voice stronger than she felt at the moment.
“Its ah, me lass.”
Scrooge?
“Come in!” She called and quickly jumped onto her bed, making sure her eyes were dry and a smile was on her face.
Scrooge entered with caution. After all, it was very rare for him to be in her bedroom. Webby could count the times on one hand. She tilted her head curiously towards Scrooge. “Hi Uncle Scrooge! What’s up?”
“Aye…just wanted to see how ye were doing? Quite the event today.” He chuckled.
Webby blinked. “Oh! Well I was worried about Granny and that metal monster was kind of tough but I think everyone did a great job with defeating it!”
“Ah yes…” Scrooge said carefully. “But that’s not what I meant.”
Blinking at him innocently, he reached over brushing her face for a moment before taking her arm and tilting it to the side. A bruise had formed on her arm from where the monster had tried to choke the life out of her.
“Oh, that..” Webby chuckled and shrugged. Pulling it away she shrugged. “I’ve gotten more bruises through Granny’s training than that monster could have ever given me!” she said confidently.
“So, nothing more serious? I was held by that cretin as well..” He cracked his back with a groan. “Can’t say everything is in one piece myself.”
Smiling warmly at Scrooge, Webby shook her head with genuine appreciation. “No, I’m fine Uncle Scrooge….thanks..” she hugged him, gripping onto the back of his coat.
That was when he noticed her shaking and face pressed into his coat.
“Lass?” he asked softly.
Letting out a sigh, she let her smile fade as she slowly pulled away. She couldn’t meet his eyes and frowning, Scrooge’s gaze drifted to where she was looking.
A large board hanging on her wall.
His eyes widened and slowly he took a couple steps forward.
Then promptly fell off the high loft and hit the ground with a groan.
He forgot temporarily that Webby’s bed was so high up. Letting out a gasp, Webby jumped and quickly slid down her ladder to meet Scrooge at the bottom.
Helping him up, she held steady him as he forged his way towards the board.
“My stars…” he whispered, eyes darting from every picture, every note.
Webby looked nervous, biting her beak and shifting uneasily. “Oh..this? Um…well its my research on your family! You are so amazing Uncle Scrooge I wanted to piece it all together.”
Blinking, Scrooge glanced down at the young duckling. Slowly he sat down to her height and smiled gently at her. “Webby this is amazing…Aye don’t think historians or biographers could do better.” He said with pride.
Webby smiled and hugged him again, which he responded in kind. After pulling away a bit, he searched her eyes and noticed the tear marks on her cheeks. Her eyes were quite red as well and this made Scrooge worry.
“Lass….” He started, then didn’t know quite what to say. He wondered if asking if she was okay was too much. As her eyes widened a bit, registering what the other was going to say. Jumping back, Webby prepared herself.
“Don’t worry Uncle Scrooge. I’m okay. You should see how Della and the boys are doing.” Webby said, her smile splitting her face. “I-I’m sure she wants to catch up on everything with you guys.” Her gaze fell to the ground.
A lightbulb went off on top of Scrooge’s top hat. Lil’ Bulb to be precise. Scrooge’s eyes widened as he realized what was going on. Then he swatted Lil’ Bulb away who scurried towards back to his owner.
“Webby….” His voice was firm and instantly Webby froze where she stood. Afraid to look up, afraid of what Scrooge would say. She swallowed a lump in her throat and found it hard to breathe. Did he find out?
“Are ye….” He reached out for the young girl. She quickly side stepped away and spun around towards her ladder. Gripping both rungs tightly she suppressed the urge to shiver.
“Lass!” Baffled at her actions, Scrooge frowned.
Webby clutched the ladder tighter and grit her beak. “I’m not jealous..” she repeated softly. So softly she was sure no one could hear it. But Scrooge did hear it.
His face slipping into stern Scrooge mode he approached the young girl duck carefully. “Webby lass, are ye…jealous of the boys having a mother again?”
Webby froze and spun around. “No! Of course not!” she bit out. “I’m…I’m not jealous.” She repeated.
“I’m just…” She turned back to the ladder. “I’m just sad I can’t know Della like they can.”
Surprise, then confusion flashed past Scrooge’s face. “Webby..”
She let out a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding. “I’m okay Uncle Scrooge.” She smiled at him. “She’s not my mom and she can never become my mom. I just… have to accept that.”
But she wished, she wished she had a mom who would drop everything to try to get back to her.
But it just was never in the stars she guessed. Her mom had long since been erased from the world.
Scrooge appeared behind her and hugged her tightly. “Even if ye never have a mother….ye will always have an uncle.”
He dried her tears with his fingers. “And I may not be perfect, but I will try every day to fill that hole inside ye. If ye will let me.”
Webby, with a trembling smile turned to him and nodded. She gave him the biggest hug she could managed. “Thank you…so much.”
Webby was getting ready for bed, finding herself staring up at the ceiling and feeling physically and mentally worn out. Gone was the happy young girl full of energy. This entire situation exhausted her mentally. She still had some emotions but for now she had stopped crying. She was done feeling so miserable for silly reasons. This was not like her and she had to bring her happy self back. Gripping the pillow and turning on her side, her gazed drifted to the bow which had been untied and draped over her table. Hesitantly she reach out and brushed her fingers upon the light material. Her thoughts wandered to her own parents. She had been pushing away those thoughts all day, but in the dead of night when everything was quiet, she could let them in. Perhaps, the hardest part of all of this was realizing that while she was so happy the triplets had their mother back, it didn’t change what happened to her own.
She groaned and turned away, annoyed she let another negative emotion disrupt her like this. Sighing, she brushed a hand through her hair. “Webby this is ridiculous..” she said to herself.
A sudden bang and “ow!” made her sit straight up. Alarmed, her eyes darted to where she heard the noise.
Another muffled bang and this time the voice, even muffled was pretty clear. “Dewey don’t elbow me!”
“Sorry!” was his whisper.
Folding her arms before her, Webby made her way to her vent. With one chop she knocked the cover off and three boys toppled out on top of her.
Yelping, she stumbled back, Dewey crashing into her first, followed by Louie and Huey.
The mountain of ducklings groaned and quickly each got off the other with slightly dizzy expressions.
As Dewey and Louie helped Webby to her feet, she held her head and glanced at them curiously. “Guys what are you doing here?”
The triplets each gave each other a look, their secret communication Webby was sure of.
Huey finally looked back at Webby. “You didn’t come to say goodnight to us like you usually do.”
Blinking, Webby glanced at each of their expressions. Huey looked worried, with his hands clasped together and giving her a small smile.
Dewey’s eyes were darting about, as if looking for something, his arms were crossed over his chest and when his eyes settled back on Webby he smiled as well.
Louie, for once was not on his phone and looked about ready to yawn. But his semi interested gaze was on Webby as well, eyebrow raised.
“Oh!” Webby hummed and twirled her hair a bit. “Sorry guys! I got kind of distracted……ummm updating my board!” she congratulated herself on the save.
Dewey seemed to buy it at first. “Oh right!” he grinned and ran to the board. The others followed behind but as he reached it, he frowned a bit. “Wait.. did you change it? It looks almost the same..”
“Oh..” Webby pointed to the new sticky notes.
Huey studied this carefully. “This took you since dinner?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No way, this is sloppy Webs. And if its one thing I know is you aren’t sloppy.” Louie said, draping his arm across her shoulders and suddenly Webby bit her lip.
“Oh right, well..” She nervously scratched the back of her head as the three boys looked at her.
“Um..” She shifted on her feet a bit. “I just….wanted you guys to have time with your mom is all..” she finally said. Her gaze was down, she didn’t want to see their expressions.
Louie eyed her suspiciously. “Why?” he asked.
Blinking, Webby looked up at them. “ Why? Because she’s your mom. You need to spend time with her!”
Huey shook his head. “Why did you leave? Why didn’t you stay and join us?”
Webby paused, gripping her arm with her other hand, her face started to shift as tears formed.
Seeing this, all three boys were alarmed.
“Webby?”
“Are you okay?!”
“What’s wrong?”
Closing her eyes painfully, she shook her head and took a step back. “I…” she paused, finding it hard to tell the truth. Would they hate her? Would they get mad?
Dewey’s face shifted to one of devastation. Louie’s beak dropped and Huey’s eyes widened.
Quickly Webby held up her arms. “Don’t get me wrong! I know… I know I will always be a part of this family.” She smiled softly. “But…with your mom back. I knew things would change. You would want to spend more time with her.” She started to rant, trying to look calmly at the boys but all could see her unraveling before their eyes.
“Webs..” Louie tried, but Webby was on a roll.
“ You would want to go on adventures with her and go out to the mall or Funzos and that’s fine!” Webby continued, gripping the top of her head.
“Wai-“ Huey tried this time with hands up, trying to stop her. But it fell upon deaf ears.
“I mean, its not like I’m her daughter so of course I can’t go with you guys and that’s fine. I get that, I’m unsure if she even wants to talk to me….and besides I don’t need a mom.” She continued and Dewey had enough.
Narrowing his eyes, he marched up to Webby and grasped her arms, startling her into looking at him.
“Webs!” He said and she winced slightly.
“Webs..” He said more calmly this time. She swallowed.
“Yeah?”
It was at that moment he didn’t know what to say. What could he say? And he felt like such an idiot for not realizing her pain sooner. He had to admit Webby could conceal her emotions with little to no problem. But this…..
This was something he should have known as soon as Della stepped foot back into the house.
He could feel her tears leaking from his eyes. “Webs I’m sorry!” he hugged her paralyzed body to his tightly. A look of pure shock on her face. “D-dewey?” Slowly she started to hug him back and without words she seemed to understand exactly why he said those words.
Feeling herself starting to break down for the second time that night, she cried against him.
It was within the midst of this she felt two other sets of arms around her and glancing up, she saw Huey’s tear filled smile as well as Louie’s.
She sent them one back and she finally let out everything she had been holding inside all day.
“I’m scared..” She whispered. “I’m scared of everyone leaving me and going away like my parents! I try.. I try to be strong! I try to be brave! Like...Granny...like they wanted..But…But all I want is my mom and dad!” She sobbed harder, choking on her own tears as she gripped onto them for dear life. Her cries were agonizing to watch. “Please….please…don’t forget about me…”
Slowly her sobs began to lessen as she had let it all out.
Once she was able to regain herself again, she sat on her bed with the triplets surrounding her.
“Webs, why didn’t you tell us?”
“What? That I was feeling lonely and isolated?” She said matter of factly, almost in a hollow tone. She paused. “Because even when I say it out loud it sounds stupid.” Sighing, she plopped down on the bed.
“We would never forget you Webs..” Dewey said gently.
“You’ve never mentioned your parents before..” Huey said softly, at this Webby winced and shook her head, not wanting to talk further about it.
“This is new to all of us.” Louie stated, catching the hint to change the subject. “D-Mom needs to find her place in the family like Uncle Scrooge said.”
The two others nodded and Webby sighed. “I just… I expected you guys to all want to do everything with her. Dewey..” She smiled at him. “I know you must be itching to go on an adventure with her.”
“You better believe it!” Dewey announced, excited. But he quickly sobered up and glanced back down at Webby. “But you’ll always be my best friend Webs, and I would never not go on an adventure with you if you wanted me to.”
Webby felt her heart stop at that and she smiled weakly. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Just because she’s our mom doesn’t mean we have a strong emotional tie to her just yet.” Huey commented. “Besides, if you haven’t noticed she’s struggling to be a parent.”
“No kidding.” Louie mumbled.
Webby giggled and hummed. “Granny told me to be patient..that..she’d talk to me when she was ready. I guess…I just have to wait. I’d like to know more about her. But…” she gripped the blankets tightly and Louie noticed this. He frowned and grabbed her arm.
“Nope, na-uh we aren’t playing that game.” He said stubbornly, pulling her behind him towards the door.
“Louie…what are…let go!” Webby frantically tried to pull away.
Louie turned to her. “Webs you can’t keep repeating the same thing. You can’t just wait here when your hurting. I won’t allow it!”
Blinking at Louie’s words, Webby nervously looked away. “B…but what if she’s not ready to talk to me?” she asked meekly. Webby did not want to be pushed away. She didn’t want to risk it. As much as she tried to pretend she was strong, in so many ways she was weak.
Gripping her arm tightly, She felt Louie’s hold start to weaken and she took a couple steps back. “You guys don’t know her either. How can you say she would even want to talk to me? You guys are the only ones she thought about on the moon. I don’t exist to her.” She stated and backed up further. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. She couldn’t risk this now. “I have to wait.” She said stubbornly to Louie, who grit his beak and looked annoyed.
Louie rubbed his head, frustrated. “Why is this so complicated? It shouldn’t be.”
Huey was still by the bed, looking thoughtful.
Webby went back to her bed and crossed her legs, wrapping her arms around herself. Dewey sat by her side, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He gave her a big grin. “Hey, its okay. It’s okay to be sad about all of this. I know how much it means to you for her to accept you. I get that.” He understood all too well wanting Della to accept him. “And, I feel like she will.” He held her closer to him. “How could she not?! You are the most awesome girl I know!”
Huey nodded with a smirk. “And honestly, maybe it won’t be as long of a wait as you believe.”
Webby perked up a bit, giving Dewey a smile and glancing curiously at Huey. “What makes you think that?”
“Well we are her sons after all.” Huey commented. “And all three of us really care for you Webby.”
Louie understood where Huey was going with this. “Yeah, she will have to accept you.” He sauntered over to her and grinned. “Cause the four of us are a package deal. She has three boys…and one girl.”
“I do remember hearing Uncle Donald saying one time that Della would love Webby. You guys are similar in some ways.” Dewey said and chuckled. “I can see it too. The same energy.”
“The recklessness.” Huey added.
“The fearlessness.” Louie commented.
“And most importantly.” Dewey stood before her taking her head in his hands. “The love.”
And with that, Webby launched herself into their arms and cried. But she was smiling so brightly that she was sure she could light an entire city.
In the end, Webby realized quite a few things. She had so many people that loved her and wanted to fill that void within her, a void that she never believed anyone could fill. She would always love and miss her parents, her memories of them flickering like wisps of smoke within her memory. But the people she had in her life now, Granny… the boys, Scrooge and Donald. And now, hopefully Della…those smiling and warm faces filled her body to the brim. She couldn’t have parents..and that was sad. But she had more than others did and that…that settled her twisting emotions.
So, as she glanced back into her darkened room, she set a determined gaze upon her bed where she had been lying hours before crying her heart out.
Now her heart was overflowing with love.
Love is important no matter what form it takes.
She closed the door to her room and her insecurity.
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.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
As I said, I posted the next chapter. Chapter 10 will be the last of this story sadly ^^. But this is just in time for the new eps of Ducktales! woo-oo! I decided to post it today since tomorrow I will be very busy....moving boxes and furniture ;_;...
Here’s a lesson kids....Moving sucks with a lot of stuff. If you need to move, don’t do it in a span within a month clearing out a slightly cluttered home. Not fun..Especially with few people helping you. Pulling stuff out of storage is not fun.. (Flails)
Either way, I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter ^^ Don’t forget to comment on it if you get a chance. It helps my poor self esteem ;_;...(That being said, I’d probably write it anyways...since I love to write regardless.)
