Chapter 4: The Punishment
Quackerjack is not punished, and is really confused. Banana Brain is having fun.
I changed Mr Banana Brain to Sir Banana Brain, to fit the world better.
Poor Quacky... He's been a slave since young childhood in this, so he's been through a LOT.
Hear that, Nat?
Quackerjack listened, hearing footsteps. Lord was returning, and he would find out about his slave's misdeeds.
Maybe you can hide me, Lee? But they both knew that wasn't an option. Be brave, Knave. I've got your back, Mack.
"I'll miss you, Sir Banana Brain." Quackerjack whispered, hugging the doll. He positioned himself on his knees in the middle of the floor, leaning forward until his forehead was pressing on the ground.
You too, Boo.
Lord Negaduck entered, eyes flicking to the cloth still on the floor (he hadn't cleaned it up, and he'd made a bigger mess. Oh nonononono-). He smirked.
"I see you've been busy." His Lord circled him for a moment. "What d'ya make?"
"J-just a doll, Ma- Milord." He couldn't even get the title right, what a pathetic slave. He rose just enough to hold the doll (so much more than that) out. "This slave offers his sincerest apologies, Your Lordship. This was unfit behavior, and I will willingly accept any punishment." Please don't use the Binding, I'll comply, I swear it.
"Okay, new rule." Lord Negaduck growled, and Quackerjack tensed. "You absolutely cannot refer to yourself as 'this slave', it's stupid. Now get up, we're going to be late for dinner."
"M-Milord?" Quackerjack bounced to his feet, Sir Banana Brain somehow still in his grasp, not torn up on the floor. "Pardon my boldness, but aren't you... Angry with me?" He whispered the last bit, and wasn't entirely sure the other had heard him.
"If I was angry at you," Lord Negaduck said quietly, menacingly, "believe me, you'd know it. Now come on, Bushbrain gets upset if we're late for dinner."
Quackerjack silently followed his peculiar Master, disbelief ringing through him. He hadn't been smited nor cursed, not whipped nor beaten, not even slapped nor yelled at. Would his punishment be later, or would it be at dinner?
The idea of being punished in front of others was unpleasant, but at least he'd get a few more minutes with his doll.
Maybe we'll even have time to play, Ray!
Oh, Quackerjack hoped so not.
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I'm so invested in this alternate universe. Poor Quackerjack. And Negaduck is just so fascinating. I've been wanting to see more stories where he does care about the rest of the Fearsome Five, in his own Negaduck way, and this is such a good exploration of that
Thank you, I'm so glad you like this! Poor Quackerjack indeed, but at least things are looking up in the end.
Part of me likes making Negaduck cruel to the F4, but another part of me loves it when they're all a weird dysfunctional family. Good thing I can write each in different fics.
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