Kilthalia
Darkwing Duck and Negaduck were fighting viciously in hand-to-hand combat. Darkwing was trying not to let Negaduck have the chance to kill him and fighting on rooftops is generally difficult at best. As they locked horns in battle once again they tipped themselves off the roof of the building and they both fall, still battling into an inter-dimensional portal. They were completely unaware of their travel to an alternate dimension. Just after they land on another roof Negaduck disappeared down the side of the building as a quick getaway. They were both exhausted from their battle but would continue after they took five.
With Negaduck nowhere in sight, Darkwing went in search of his evil twin down on the streets of St. Canard… A rather destroyed looking St. Canard. It wasn’t the Negaverse; if it were, the sky would be yellow. This sky was normal. On the streets of St. Canard, Darkwing met up with one of the locals. “What happened to the city?!”
The citizen was very afraid and rather frail looking. He stammered as he said nothing and was pointing behind the purple masked duck.
“Well, have no fear, citizen, Darkwing Duck will save the city from certain cretins as Negaduck!! Now, have you seen him?” Finally paying attention, Darkwing turned to see a black figure, undefined in the dimming light.
“Oh, there you are! Are you rested for a rematch?”
“Who are you talking to, Dipwing??! I’m over here!!” Negaduck called, from some distance away. Darkwing turned to see the real Negaduck and confirmed that it was really the real Negaduck. Then who was this before him? He was identical to himself and Negaduck, except that he was dressed in gray and black and red.
“Then who?…”
All of a sudden, the figure punched Darkwing and he was out like a light. All is black.
The next thing he knows, he is tied up in a room back to back with Negaduck!! “Negaduck, what’s going on?!” DW asked, groggily.
“We’ve been captured, you idiot!!”
“Captured??! I’d like to think of it as temporarily confined!” the dark duck said as he entered the room. He walked over to Darkwing, bent down some, and smiled, evilly, revealing the wolf quality fangs and let his eyes glow a bright red. Darkwing yelps in terror. Negaduck turned his head to try and see their capture. “Who in hell are you?!!” he demands.
“I am the ruler of this city...and of this world,”
Negaduck made a disgusted noise for the corny answer.
Their capture continued, “Some call me Dracula; you can call me Negaduckula,”
This took the detained duo back. “What!?”
“I call myself this because I am Negaduck, but now changed to what you witness before you.”
“What happened?” Darkwing butts in.
“I got seduced by a beautiful lady vampire.”
“Obviously,” Negaduck grumbled to himself.
Negaduckula seemed perturbed and went around to Negaduck and bent down to look him in the eye. The glow of the blood redness frightened even Negaduck. Then the Dracula of ducks went to a cabinet and took out a book. Darkwing read the title: 1,000 Ways To Eat Mortals. Darkwing tried frantically to untie himself but without much success.
“What’s he doing?!” Negaduck grumbled to his good counterpart.
“You don’t want to know, believe me, you don’t want to know!!” Darkwing squeaked in fear, back to his evil twin. “Negs, if you get free, run; just run!!” he whispered.
“Why should I?!!” Negs whispered back.
“Unless you want to become dinner, just do as I say!!”
“What???! What are you talking about?!!”
“Just do it!!”
“Aw, ta hell with you!” he said to Darkwing in a louder voice. To the vampire in the room Negaduck said, “Hey what are you going to do with us, anyway!!?”
Coolly and calmly, without even looking up from his book, Negaduckula said, “I’m planning to kill you, that’s what I’m going to do!”
“Ulp!!” Now Negaduck tried desperately to untie himself.
“That’s not going to do you any good, may I say. Those knots are good and tight. Oh, and I suggest that you stop whispering to each other, cause I can hear every word you two say, perfectly!”
“Really.” Negaduck said skeptically. “Now, what good are we dead to you?”
“You see, I’m going to suck your blood to increase my own life force.”
“You’re going to suck our blood?! You’re making a meal out of us??!”
The vampire thought a minute. “Yes,”
“Don’t you have other victims you could do that to?!!”
“Well, I do believe I’ve already killed every pure blooded being,”
“Yeah, and I’m sure there are plenty more out there just waiting to be killed by you!”
“Ha!! Nice try Negaduck, but I’m not letting you go!!”
“What if one of us doesn’t have pure blood??! And we know that you hate impure blood!!”
“Well, then I’ll just have to kill you anyway!”
“Oh boy!” Negaduck rolled his eyes. There was no way of negotiating with the undead!!
Hours later, Negaduckula had probably found an appetizing looking meal in his book, for he was licking his lips and those enlarged fangs. The demon would have walked over to the duo and started preparing his meal, but a lady walked in. “Starting feeding without me, darling?”
“Christine, what are you doing here??!! Can’t you see I’m busy?!!!” He seemed perturbed by her intrusion.
“I’m sure,” Not once had she looked at Negaduck or Darkwing. She seductively walked up to the Dracula and ran her hands up his chest, to his shoulders. The whole time listening to his clothes ruffle as she moved her sleek hands up him. She wrapped her hands around his neck and went in for a kiss. Negaduckula remained peeved and growing more so.
“Will you cut that out!!? We have onlookers!!”
“We do?!”
He gestured over to Negaduck and Darkwing.
“My goodness! How could I have missed them??! Well, well,” then she realized that Negaduck looked like her sweetie before she changed him. Christine walked over to him and went in for a kiss. Negaduck glared at her. Negaduckula dashed over, quicker than light and took her shoulder and drew her away from the other black masked duck and punched him harshly.
“You never let me have any fun!”
“Have ‘fun’ with others! I don’t need another me around trying to kill me from trying to kill him!!”
“Oh, so I suppose you’d hate the challenge?”
“Don’t get me started!”
“Hi Dad!”
“Oh, grrrr!” Negaduckula growled as he slapped a hand over his squinting eyes as another red headed female came into the room. She went over to Darkwing and bent down to look him in the eye. Surprisingly, she seemed really nice. Gorgeous green eyes and a nice smile. He was almost lured into a false sense of security if her “father” hadn’t glared at her. She straightened herself, folded her arms and glared right back at him with the same evil.
“Will you just leave?! Both of you! Leave! NOW!!”
“Negs, you’re such a spoil sport!” Christine commented.
“Huh, a little greedy, aren’t we?” the other woman added.
“Don’t you start with me, Megan!!” he pointed at her. “OUT!! NOW!!”
The women argued with him all the way out and he was forced to walk out with them, closing the door behind him as he did.
“Finally!” Negaduck said.
“What are you doing?” Darkwing asked.
“Hold still, twit, I’m cutting the ropes loose.” The ropes snapped and Negaduck freed himself. He went over to the window, opened the shutters and looked out. He opened the window and started to climb out.
Darkwing exclaimed, quietly, “What about me??!”
“Fend for yourself! It’s every duck for himself in this dimension!! See you on the flip side…SUCKER!!! Oops! That can’t be right! Hmm…SUCKED!! HA HA!!” Negaduck laughed maliciously as he escaped with his life. Darkwing desperately attempted to free himself before that used-to-be-Negaduck monster returned.
Negaduckula returned, very perturbed, and became even more so now that he discovered that half his meal had escaped. “Oh well,” he said maliciously. “I’ll find him eventually, and when I do…he’s as good as dead anyway!!” He walked over to Darkwing and thought about where to begin. “Well, I could always just slit your throat and use your blood as a marinara, and/ or as wine. Then again, I could do that traditional Thanks Giving thing and stuff you with your own organs. Or I could have roasted boneless duck and later, after your bones have bleached out in the sun for a few Millennia, I’ll use them for a stew!” The dark demon thought, rubbing his chin, then extended a clawed finger toward his victim, brushing it against his captive’s bill. “I think I’ll torture you to death first. Then when you’ve died of hunger, thirst, fright, and loss of blood, I’ll cook you up in a basting of your own juices and savor then tender sweetness of your tortured flesh.”
“Y, you’ll n, n, never g, get…”
Darkwing was interrupted, “ ‘Never get away with it?’ Oh I think I will. I’ve done it before with no consequence. What makes you think I can’t do it again? It’s really quite tasty, you’ll have to have some!” He laughed evilly. Then went to get something from another room.
Once again, Darkwing tried to free himself, frantically. Just as the ropes came loose the vampire returned. “Hey!”
Darkwing had no time to come up with anything witty to say or had time to even think. He hurled himself out the open window Negaduck left from. The vampire didn’t pursue; it was to bright out for those demon eyes of his.
As Darkwing ran away as fast as his webbed feet could take him, he could hear the furious, deep growl of Negaduckula, which frightened Darkwing even more.
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He slowed his labored pace and stopped, hunched over to pant, absolutely exhausted. Dusk would be upon them soon enough, he had to keep going. He attempted another step, but collapsed and stayed there, panting hard and sweating profusely. Giving up, Darkwing laid his head down on the hot pavement.
“Well, look who showed up!” came a deep voice on the other side of the purple adorned duck. Tiredly, Darkwing turned to see his evil counterpart Negaduck. He was leaning up against a tree.
The dark one looked towards the city and watched the sun set and read the City Limit sign and shook his head. “Chased of our own city? How pathetic.”
Darkwing still couldn’t move. He was terrified of the evil chasing them both and the evil standing right next to him and he could do nothing to help himself at the moment.
Negaduck turned back to Darkwing after a moment longer staring at the vibrant colors in the sky. “Darkwing, we need to take our city back.”
“B, but it, it’s not o, ours!” He said with labored breaths. “It’s his!”
“Well then I suggest we find a way home before we get eaten, hmm?!” Negaduck said, annoyed.
“H, how can we do that??”
“Well, there are two witches that I know of! Maybe if we find them they’ll help?!! Ever think about that??!! Or is your mask on so tight, the rest of your brains are suffocated??!” he said, nastily.
Negaduck snatched up Darkwing’s arm and hauled him to his feet, then slung that arm around his shoulders. “How putrid that I actually need your help to get out of here alive! Come on, you knob, I got a car around the bend,” and he helped his neutral counterpart to the stolen vehicle.
When they got to Duckburg the twins saw it was no better off than St. Canard, all those miles away. “He must have gotten here too!”
“Well, duh!” Negaduck continued to navigate his way through the trashed city streets towards Magica DeSpell’s mansion. It was its usual state. Surprising, actually. They walked up to her door and Negs cleared his throat, knocked and called in, “Magica? You in there?”
When there came no answer, they looked at each other and then Darkwing tried. She opened the door and examined the two, then yanked them in and slammed the door shut.
There in the darkness of her small mansion were surviving refugees. Of those were Magica, Morgana, the Fearsome Four, Steelbeak, random citizens, etc.
Magica yanked at the twin ducks Negaduck and Darkwing and really examined them. “Who are you two and what do you think you are doing out near to dusk!”
The duo looked at her cocked eyed and confused. “It’s Darkwing Duck and Negaduck! Don’t you remember??!”
“Remember? You two look like that devil Dracula out there! I should stake you where you stand, just in case!”
“Wait! No! We’re mortal! Really we are!”
“Prove it!”
“Er…how?”
“Oh you KNOB! Let ME show you!” Negaduck complained. He took the cross around Magica’s neck and tore it off. “If I were a vampire, could I have DONE that??!”
“No, you couldn’t have,” Magica responded. Negaduck tossed the ivory cross over to Darkwing whom clumsily caught it. It was proven that he too was not the undead duck destroying the world.
“So, tell us who you are!”
“Er…well…” Negaduck faltered.
Darkwing stepped forward and explained, “I’m Darkwing Duck, from the ‘NormalVerse’. This is Negaduck from a negated world identical to mine called the ‘NegaVerse’! Where are we in comparison?”
“Well, if that is you case, then you could very well call this the ‘NegUndeadVerse’.”
“Oh…”
“Oh crap,” The twins looked at each other. This was Negaduck’s dimension if…if he was undead. It was worse than the NegaVerse!
Magica stated, “We need a way to catch Dracula off guard and destroy him!”
“Does that menace ever sleep!?” Negaduck demanded.
“He should sleep during the daylight house, darlink.”
“Oh! Terrific!” Darkwing complained. “I takes all day to get from here to there and Negs and I were nearly killed for his lunch back here!!”
“He was awake during daylight hours!!??” she exclaimed.
“Yeah, he was,” Negaduck grumbled.
Morgana stepped forward. “This is worse than we originally thought! Dracula might actually be resistant to light!”
Negs commented, “That’s what it looked like to me and Dipwing here,”
“Is there anything else of importance you could tell us?” Magica asked the two masked ducks.
“Well,” Darkwing spoke up. “He had these women with him… I think one was his wife and the other was his daughter.”
“Ha! Oh right!” Negs said. “That daughter of his really has a thing fer you too!” he laughed.
“Hey hey! His WIFE had a thing for YOU!!”
Magica said, “perfect…”
As the witch known as Magica DeSpell plotted in her lab Negaduck went to sit with Morgana, a longhaired beauty with a taste for the Goth. He cleared his throat. “Umm…Morgana?”
“Yes?”
“Did…eh…” he thought about the wording. “Did you and he…before he was undead ever…have a relationship?”
“Not really…he was too busy taking over the world to have an interest in women…” she said distastefully.
“Sorry… If…I never get out of this dimension, do you want to give it another shot?”
“Excuse me??!”
“With ME that is. If yer willing…”
“Negaduck!”
“I admit… I’ve been thinking about it…”
“Have you?”
“Yeah,”
“And?”
“Er…”
Magica, broke the unsettling conversation when she came to tell Negaduck his part in the plan. “Alright, Darlink, your job will to get Dracula’s maker away from him for a few hours”
“WOAH!! Do I LOOK like a lady’s man to you??!!”
“Ahem…” Morgana coughed as Negs was just before being a lady’s man to her.
“And I’m not very good at it, am I, Morgana?”
“Well, now, I wouldn’t say that…” she said alluringly as she caressed his bill. Darkwing giggled at the sight and Negaduck immediately jumped to his feet and threatened to do him harm.