Repository: Darkwing Duck

Chapter 4: Grounded | dednuorG

Negaduck burst into the warehouse, ignoring his slightly smoking feathers, ready to end this crazy adventure. Finally he would face the one who had dared to sabotage his operations, dared to set traps to attack him, dared to become such a thorn in his side he had to team up with Dipwing — finally, he would make them pay.

He revved his chainsaw, scowl set firmly on his beak, reinforcements in the form of his pathetic team and the do-gooders right behind him — and froze in his tracks.

Sitting on a makeshift throne was a tiny goose girl in a pink dress, playing with a doll, flanked by two polar-opposite young chickens. She slowly looked up at him, smiling brightly.

"Papa!" She yelled happily, timed just right for the incoming morons to hear.

"Papa?" His idiotic allies repeated incredulously, with the exception of Darkwing (who squawked "Nega-Gosalyn?!") and Posi-Gosalyn (who mainly just cursed).

"You are grounded, young lady!" Negaduck screeched once he managed to find his voice again, pointing an accusing finger in his daughter's direction. "Grounded until you're in college and no longer my clucking problem!"

"Aw, looks like Papa's being a Mr Grumpypuss again." Lynn tsked sweetly, gently pulling a tiny comb through her doll's hair.

"What were you thinking?" Negaduck hissed, covering up shock and worry with his favorite emotion; rage. "Running off to the Posiverse, messing with dangerous plo– wait, where does Crasher think you're at, brat? He may be a dumbass, but no way he let you do this."

"I maaaay have told him a little fib." Lynn pouted. "I hated doing it," Liar, "but I didn't want him to worry! You see, I just had to see you, and since you've been gone so often–"

"I was working!" Negaduck shouted, interrupting her. "You know supervillainry's a full-time gig, if you needed to talk you should've just waited for me t–"

"Rush home, grab more weapons, and run back here without paying any attention to Lynn?" The Muddlefoot brat on the left, the one that he could usually tolerate a bit better than the others, asked with a smirk. "Yeah, perfect time ta talk, my Lord."

"He has a point, Sir." The annoying white sheep Muddlefoot added meekly. "Lynn just wants to spend some time with you, Lord Negaduck, Sir."

"No, no, boys." Lynn admonished before he could threaten the brats, her face the picture of regret and innocence. His heart sank, already knowing he wasn't winning whatever battle was coming. "Papa's right, this was hardly the proper way to go about things. He's busy, I understand if he can't spend all that much time with me. I'm sorry, Papa, for interrupting you. We'll go now, g-get out of y-y-your way..."

She sniffed, unshed tears glistening in her eyes as she hopped off the throne and started to slump away, followed by her somber lackeys. Negaduck groaned, putting his head in his hands as the Fearsome Four made sounds of sympathy and glared at him.

A loud clapping and whistling broke the atmosphere, startling Lynn into turning around. Posi-Gosalyn broke her father's hold and ran up to her counterpart, grinning. "Keen gear, nice guilt trip! How'd you get your eyes to tear up like that?"

Lynn smiled back, batting her eyelashes and putting a hand to her chest. "Oh, that? It was nothing, really." The brat loved any chance to brag.

"Course, you missed an obvious bit." Posi-Gosalyn told her absently.

"Oh? What?" Lynn asked cheerily, something dangerous glinting in her eyes at the criticism.

"Crasher's your Launchpad, right?" Posi-Gosalyn asked, gesturing to Dipwing's idiotic muscle. Lynn nodded. "Well, if Negaduck's barely home, I bet he misses him a lot! Telling my dad that Launchpad's the one that's upset always works wonders for me, so..."

"Cover my own desire in worry over Crasher's loneliness." Lynn considered. "Hmm. I like it! Tankard, dear, please make a note of that for me."

"Of course, Lynn." Tankard nodded, writing it down.

"So you're me, huh?" Posi-Gosalyn asked, looking Lynn up and down. "I didn't expect you to be so pink. Seems crazy that a little girl in a dress set up those booby traps."

"Technically I merely designed them, Speck and Tankard set them up." Lynn giggled. She eyed her counterpart critically for a moment before sticking her hand out. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Posi-Gosalyn."

"Gosalyn Mallard." Posi-Gosalyn corrected, shaking the offered hand. To Negaduck's shock, Lynn didn't freak out over the touch. Then again, he supposed it was sort of her own hand she was touching. "You're more fun than I'd thought you'd be, Nega-Gosalyn."

"Lynn Lord, Young Lady Of St Canard." Lynn corrected lightly. "And thanks! You're politer than I thought you'd be."

"Thanks..?"

"This is bad, isn't it?" Darkwing asked, staring wide-eyed at the two young geese.

"Ooooh yeah." Negaduck nodded, an identical expression of dread on his face as the girls began frantically whispering to each other.

"Daaad, I'm going to go play with Lynn, I'll be home for dinner!" Posi-Gosalyn yelled, pulling Lynn along by the hand. "Honker's going to freak when he meets you."

"Farewell, Papa! Come along, Speck, Tankard." Lynn ordered, giggling as she was led away.

"Oh no." Was all Negaduck could get out, faintly registering an echo from his purple counterpart. Was it too late to go back to dealing with some upstart's booby traps? Please?