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Fenton gasped at the spy suddenly appearing, staggering back a step as she smiled coyly at him with a flutter of her eyelashes. He felt a chill roll down his spine, and he immediately began to search for an exit to save Gyro from the elevator in the burning building. Gandra scoffed lowly, the playful tone gone now. “I see I’m not even worth a hello. Typical. All men are the same; shower you with attention when they have a chance of getting into your pants, but the moment you say you want to be friends suddenly you’ve been ghosted.”
Fenton’s eyes snapped back to her, shocked by the tasteless accusations. “I beg your pardon?! I’m not the one that pretended to be interested in dating me and then reveal you’re a spy for the bad guys! And I didn’t feel the need to reach out again to someone that was threatening the lives of my friends!”
“Oh, so now he speaks?” Gandra clapped her gloves together, a charge of electricity sparking around them as she did so. He squinted against the bright light, feeling the exposed feathers on his head and neck raise on end from the electrical current in the air. The Hispanic duck’s eyes flickered over to the exposed ledge of the floor above, calculating how far he would need his suit to jump to make it, and how fast he could do so before Gandra went at him. “Apparently I don’t have your full attention yet though!”
His eyes shot back down to see Gandra click the heels of her boots together. Before he could process the action, a bright spark lit from the bottom of her boots, launching her forward as though she were wearing a jetpack. The speed from the power of the electricity barely gave him enough time to raise both of his hands to meet her own. Their hands collided together in an explosion of light. He could feel the electricity shoot through his suit distantly, the layer of it shielding him from the worse, but was aware another hit like that wouldn’t fare as well the next time.
“HOW ABOUT NOW?!” Gandra bellowed over the crackling of the electricity. He used his own boot to sweep her off her feet, jumping away as she tucked and rolled back to a standing position with distance now in-between the pair. With a snarl, the spy’s boots lit up with electricity once more to launch herself back at Fenton.
In a desperate last minute attempt, he launched a pie at her face, dodging out of the way as she blindly launched at the opposite wall with a furious scream. The spy shook her face, allowing chunks of pie to slide down her face and out of her hair to clear her vision. He launched himself to the floor above, scrambling to escape as quick as he could into the cover of the rising smoke, before Gandra could try again. “FENTON!”
Fenton gasped as he heard her already catching up from behind. He knew if she followed, he would end up leading her directly to Gyro and the mortician he was trying to rescue. The hero desperately wished for his helmet, but knew he would have to manage with what he had at the moment. Ignoring the burning of his eyes, he continued through the smoke, hearing the echoing of debris crumbling below. Unable to help himself, Fenton began to cough violently, lungs trying to dispel the ash from his body. He tried to ignore the burning in his lungs as well, heading roughly in the direction he knew the elevator shaft was.
“COME BACK HERE!” The Hispanic duck held in his coughing immediately, realizing she sounded closer behind him now, and hearing the distant sound of electricity sparking in the air. Glancing over his shoulder he could vaguely see the glow of the electrical current running through the air.
The hero crouched down to grasp hold of a chunk of concrete, throwing it in the opposite direction of himself. Using the loud noise of it colliding with a wall, he covered the sound of him hiding behind a crumbling column. Whispering low enough that he could only hear, the suit folded back down to hide. Fenton pulled his button-up over his bill, glad that it helped the feeling of pain in his chest from the smoke. He didn’t dare look up as the sound of the electricity and coughing from Gandra grew closer. “YOU COWARD! IT’S JUST LIKE YOU TO RUN AWAY FROM YOUR PROBLEMS!”
The Hispanic duck felt tears welling in his eyes, knowing how deeply the words hurt. Yet, he didn’t dare come out of his hiding spot if it meant he could save Gyro and the mortician once he was in the clear. He couldn’t make any risky moves though, instead he should calculate his choices as he always did to find the best course of action. Without his helmet he couldn’t see the layout of the Money Bin to determine how close the elevator shaft was, so that was out of the question. He couldn’t even check the integrity of the elevator to see how stable it was either and how much danger Gyro would be in when he attempted a rescue. “I KNOW YOU’RE HIDING OUT THERE! COME OUT RIGHT NOW!”
Fenton thought about maybe using other noises to mask his retreat, but now that he was thinking about his choices, he realized how stupid it was to throw debris in the first place when the building was so weak. Verbally reasoning with the spy wouldn’t exactly been a bad move, but after the incident he stopped trying to do so, considering how it never seemed to get anywhere. It definitely hadn’t with Ma Beagle when she threatened his Mama. “STOP IGNORING ME, FENTON! I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE!”
She was closer than before, close enough that when he peeked his head out from behind the column, he could see the light of electricity dancing behind his eyelids only a few feet away. “IF YOU DON’T COME OUT I’M GOING AFTER EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS! ESPECIALLY THAT CHICKEN OF YOUR’S! I’LL PLUCK EVERY ONE OF HIS DAMN FEATHERS UNTIL HE’S BEGGING FOR DEATH!”
Fenton’s eyes snapped open, feeling his face flush angrily at the threat, before jumping to his webbed feet without another single thought to what he was about to do. “BLATHERING BLATHERSIKE!”
As the suit reassembled around his body once more, he launched himself towards the electricity dancing through the smoke filled room. When he made contact with her, Gandra quacked in surprise, the pair rolling across the ground. Electricity rolled through his suit, unable to stop the pain this time around. The burn across his feathers amplified his anger filled adrenaline. Gizmoduck grabbed one of her wings, and tearing a glove off, and throwing it blindly behind him. The other glove wrapped around his throat, shocking volts of electricity throughout his entire body. The impact of the crippling pain had him breaking her wing in half without a second though from the level of all-consuming fury engulfing him. The pain of the shock stopped as he heard her shouting in agony over the broken bone.
Gizmoduck tore off her other glove, before tossing it aside with panting breath, as his entire body trembled uncontrollably from the pain. Through the haze of smoke, he could barley make out her face, tears rolling down her face as he sat on top of her with his hands holding tight to her collar. Gandra’s boots tapped together and suddenly the both of them were flung across the room, only stopping when they collided with the wall. After a long moment of silence and dazed pain, he realized the smoke had cleared, and Gandra laid passed out cold across the floor. He sat up, coughing harshly as he tried to vent the smoke form his lungs, feeling his body shake insistently as though he were seizing. After a long moment the pain lessened and he sat up from where he laid. With a start he realized the elevator doors were beside him, completely untouched from the disaster only a few feet away. “Gracias a dios!”
Standing on shaking legs, before the suit supported his weight, he suddenly found himself staring at Gandra with wide eyes. Gizmoduck thought about how she wouldn’t be able to escape if the building continued to collapse. After a long moment of consideration, he turned away from her, using the strength of his suit to pry open the elevator doors. The hero didn’t feel bad in the least for abandoning her, instead focusing in on the adrenaline from burning of his body and ringing inside his head. He looked up once the doors finally opened, before looking down to see the elevator two floors below.
Wiping at the sweat on his forehead, he jumped down with no hesitation, the elevator bouncing as he heard a squawk of terror from inside. Right, maybe suddenly jumping on it was the best idea, but he knew he needed to get Gyro out as soon as possible. Gizmoduck tore open the emergency door on the roof, jumping down inside. Immediately Gyro started swinging the the door panel at him with an angry shout. “GET BACK, Y-YOU-Fenton?!”
He wrapped his suited wings around Gyro, hunching over to bury his face into the chicken’s neck. “…I thought you were…god, I thought you were hurt…or worse…”
“Uhhh…I’m…I’m…f-fine…you don’t need to…” Gyro trailed off squirming a bit, but not pushing the hug away as the Hispanic duck thought he would.
Fenton’s eyes widened and he jerked away, cheeks burning bright red as he realized what he was doing. He was surprised to see Gyro’s face a darker shade than his own. “I-I’m…lo siento…I won’t…I just thought I-I lost you and I didn’t know what I would ever do if something happened to you and I-I can’t imagine you not being there everyday I come into work a-and being there to talk about our inventions and argue over which methods work best and whose turn it is to get coffee a-and h-help me when I’m feeling like the monster that I-“
The chicken rolled his eyes at the stuttering mess. “Oh, for the love of God, shut up! I understand and me too!”
“W-Wha-?” The distance between them was suddenly bridged as Gyro pressed his beak against Fenton’s bill.
As quick as it had begun, it had abruptly ended. Gyro pulled away, raising an eyebrow at a speechless Fenton who stood there with a dazed expression. “If I had known it was that easy to stop your anxious rambling, I would have done that ages ago.”
Fenton opened his bill to respond, but was interrupted by a distant sounding rumbling, feeling the vibration rattle through the elevator. Quickly throwing aside the sudden kiss he had experienced from his best friend, he suddenly felt foolish for being caught up in such feelings at the moment. “Oh my god, we need to leave now! T-The medical wing it’s…”
”What? What happened? I’ve seen there’s been damage to the building, but I couldn’t see the full extent-“ Gyro began with a furrow of his eyebrows, suddenly squawking when he was picked up bridal style by Fenton. “W-Wait, p-put me DOWNNNNNNNNN!”
Fenton launched himself into the air, flying through the hole of the elevator shaft, before returning back to the floor he opened the doors at. “No time to explain! We have to find the mortician and see if anyone else is in the building we need to help!”
“What the hell, Fenton?! You know I don’t like being manhandled and I understand there’s something serious going on, but you cannot treat me like this!” Gyro started to squirm, pushing against the chest of the suit in protest. “Let me down this instant!”
“Gyro, I will once we’re out of here, but for now-“ There was another loud rumble, a smoke beginning to blow into the room, from the direction he had his fight earlier with Gandra Dee.
“Wait a minute! What the hell?! Is that a fire happening!? Why are gabbing here for?! Let’s get out!” Gyro suddenly didn’t seem to be protesting anymore, clinging instead to the wings wrapped around him as though his life depended on it, despite forever denying the show of weakness.
“That’s what I’m attempting to figure out right now! I need to calculate the best route for us to safely-“ He cut himself off, eyes wildly looking around as he suddenly realized Gandra no longer was laid out unconscious on the ground.
It was a moment too late. The sound of sparking across the air and the bright light blinded him as he was punched in the head by bolts of electrical currents. Screaming at the onslaught of pain, he released Gyro without thought, falling over as the villain began to punch him single handily with loud screams of anger. He distantly heard Gyro crying out to him, sounding more afraid than he had ever heard the chicken sound before. Gizmoduck finally raised a gloved hand, punching Gandra hard enough in the stomach that she went flying across the room.
“FENTON!” He continued to lay on his back, the world in slow motion as he turned his head to Gyro running across the room to him. “THE SUIT! GIVE ME THE SUIT!”
He couldn’t register the words for what felt like years of pain, before he realized what the chicken was asking for. Fenton felt a jolt of fear at the idea of the chicken trying to fight instead, but was in no state to continue to defend the pair any longer. Hearing the spark of electricity, he saw Gandra raising herself back up to fight with a furious expression aimed at the frantically shouting chicken. Fenton closed his eyes, knowing what he had to do. He had to trust his loved ones. With a whisper of resignation he allowed the trust to placed into Gyro Gearloose’s hands. “Blathering Blathersike…”
As the suit retreated away from his broken body, folding back down into a suitcase, Gyro shouted across the room the heroic words, as Gandra flew at him with her electrically sparking glove. “BLATHERING BLATHERSIKE!”
For the first time ever, he watched the suit fold over Gyro, before Fenton went completely unconscious.
*
After falling to her death, Gosayln honestly didn’t expect to be alive, despite the reassures from her father that his cape would protect the pair. She honestly thought the pain would be worse as well. Though there were mild aches and pains across her body, at the most they simply felt as though a hockey match gone wrong. But, that had to be due to the pliant body below her and the cape wrapped securely around the remainder of her body. With a gasp of shock the teenager suddenly remembered her father was with her, ignoring her sore throat as she shouted. “OH MY GOD, DAD! DAD! DAD?! WAKE UP!”
The teenager distantly heard the sound of trickling water and could dimly see the outline of her father’s face from a unknown light source. She was thankful to see his face didn’t look worse for wear, but was alarmed when she realized he felt wet underneath her. She pulled aside the cape, though instead of finding blood she was worried about, she saw water beginning to steadily rise around their bodies. With a gasp, Gosayln realized they had fallen far enough that they were trapped by the surrounding by debris from above, with water steadily leaking in.
Letting out a slew of hoarse curses from her previously damaged throat, she looked around wildly, seeing some rocks slightly higher than them. Gosayln looked back down at her father, before grabbing both of his wings, and pulling as hard as she could. The water rippled as she tried to get her father’s body to move, but it was practically dead weight compared to her smaller body. She wasn’t out of shape by any means, but moving a toned body at least twice her weight wasn’t in the cards. Instead, Gosayln pawed at her pockets for her phone, horrified to reveal the the shattered and darkened screen that refused to turn on. The impact of the fall and the water damage had destroyed it beyond repair.
Gosayln suddenly began to realize the state of affairs they were in. Biting at her nails, the teenager tried to think about everything her parents had taught her, suddenly coming up blank. She felt tears welling in her eyes, whispering aloud. “I guess we’re going to see Papa sooner than I thought…”
Allowing a moment of weakness, a few tears rolled down her cheeks. Gosayln looked back down at her dad, trying to take a few deep breathes in an effort to remain calm, and be brave like her dad thought. She wiped at her eyes, looking around for the source of the light to locate an exit. After a moment, there was the realization it came from to her right, instead of the darkness of where the water was swirling in circles as it slowly flooded inside their possible grave. As much as how horrible the idea of leaving her dad out of sight, even for a moment was, she knew to save them both their surroundings had to be accessed.
Crawling over the broken debris and pieces of jagged rocks, she felt the pile shift dangerously while a shoe slipped from the water, before sliding back into the water as the rocks scraped her bare hands hard enough that they stung with cuts. “Shit! Son of-shit, shit!”
The teenager shook her head against the pain, hissing as she studied the red cuts lining every inch of her hands now. Feeling a swoop of anger from her cuts at the adrenaline, fear, and pain, Gosayln shouted louder than before, voice cracking. “SON OF A BITCH!”
“…Gos…?” A voice slurred from beside her.
She gasped, on her hands on knees beside her parent in an instant with tears in her eyes. “Dad! Oh my god, are you ok? You weren’t waking up and I-I thought-“
“Honey…shhh…not so loud…my…my head hurts…I think I hit…god, why is it wet?”
”I think we’re next to the shoreline below the Money Bin, because it smells pretty briny and I can hear the water. And we’ve fallen into either a cave or the debris from the Money Bin has collapsed on top of us. I was trying to find the exit from the light, when…uhhh why are you looking at me like that…?”
Drake had a gentle smile, his bill woobling as he spoke in a hush. “My…my little detective, I’ve…I’ve taught you so well…isn’t that…great, LP? She’s gotten…so good at this now, hasn’t she…hon?”
Gosayln gasped at the words, grasping hold of her dad’s hand. “Dad…Dad, Papa isn’t here…you know he isn’t…h-he’s d-dea-“
“Head…hurts…go back to bed, Gos…it’s past your bedtime…” His eyes fluttered back shut, hand going slack in her grip.
“Dad! Wake up!” She shook his shoulder desperately, his head lolling as the water rippled around them. She felt the pulse point on his wrist, terrified that he had died just as her papa had, letting out a sigh of relief when she felt a weak one. “Oh, thank God!”
While he was alive, she was concerned with how he kept saying his head hurt and acting as though Launchpad was there with them. He must have a concussion. She sniffled once again, before standing back up with her fists clenched and a determined expression on her face. Gosayln wasn’t going to sit around and wallow in pity! Tearing off her soaking wet shoes and socks for a better grip, she began to trek back up the rubble once more. Ignoring the stinging on her palms and the streaks of blood left behind, she crawled until it began to grow brighter, and the waves in the bay became louder.
Gasping in excitement as she saw blue sky in-between a narrow opening of rubble, the teenager squeezed her upper body out to investigate. It took a moment to place where she was, before confirming the shoreline was indeed a few feet down below, and the bridge from the Money Bin into Duckburg to her left. Twisting her body around to look up at the building itself, she gasped in horror. Half of it had collapsed in on itself, with heavy and dark smoke curling up into the air. Every once in awhile, the edges of flames leapt out of the smoke, the building still on fire. High above a single news helicopter circled the building, while in the distance, a police one was approaching the disaster.
“HEY! HEY!!!” Gosayln shouted, shaking her hands in the air for attention, before breaking into a fit of coughs from her sore throat. Despite the motion though, neither of the helicopters came near. “Shit…”
She couldn’t leave her Dad alone down below for long, despite the opportunity for escape being so close. Instead, the young duck tucked back into the opening, carefully crawling down the rocks into the flooding cave below. It wasn’t until looking down at her dad again that she realized his trademark hat was missing and likely was never to be seen again. But, that didn’t mean all important things were missing! She frantically checked his pockets for a phone, gasping in relief when Gosayln saw the soft glow of an undamaged phone. Her face fell when she saw there wasn’t any service though.
Without a second thought, she crawled back up to the surface, cheering when she saw a single bar finally appear on the screen. Without even thinking, she clicked on “LP” to dial, before her face fell once more in remembrance. She shook her head, before dialing Scrooge, growling in frustration at a lack of an answer after a moment. Biting her nails, she tried “Gizmoduck” next, though to no avail. She saw a number of other unfamiliar names, trying to decide who should be tried next. The teenager was surprised to see “Dewey Duck” on the screen, but didn’t hesitate to call. “Hellllllooooooo, how you Deweying-“
“Oh, thank God! Listen, I don’t know what’s happening with the building, but it’s on fire! And I think something exploded and I don’t know what’s happening, but Lunaris tried to kill me and my dad!”
“-is what I would say if I picked up the phone, but since I didn’t, you’ll just do your thang, and leave a message at the to-NNNNNNEEEE!”
“Eurgh!” She was tempted to chuck the phone into the bay from how angry she was at the stupid voicemail during an emergency. She had been gone for too long from her father though, deciding instead to retreat once more to find him. Gosayln crawled back down, freezing in place as she realized her father wasn’t laying where she left him.
Eyes widening in fear, she opened her bill to call out for him, only to be grabbed from behind suddenly. A wing wrapped around her throat and a hand clapped over her mouth. Screaming into the fingers firmly holding her and feeling memories of other enemies putting her into a chokehold had her panicking. She thrashed against the solid hold, once again freezing when a familiar voice hissed furiously in her ear.
”I don’t know who the hell you are, but you’re going to tell me where exactly I am and release my sidekick!” Her dad’s tone of voice was reserved for the lowest of low criminals and he acted as though his own daughter were the enemy now. This wasn’t Drake Mallard any longer, this was Darkwing Duck.
Desperately smacking a hand twice against his wing, indicating a tap out she was taught by the same exact duck during combat training, while trying to calm her beating her heart. He didn’t release the painfully tight grip wrapped around her throat, though the hand slid away from her bill to allow her to speak. “I’m not playing any games here, you damned dastardly delinquent! Where are we?! And where is my sidekick!?”
“D-Dad-“ The grip tightened further, cutting her off as her previously abused throat was squeezed further into a vice grip.
“You don’t get to call me that! Only my daughter does, you grievous grotesque ghoul!” Gosayln tried stomping on his webbed feet, hearing him let out a pained noise, as the water splashed around their ankles, before growling furiously with a shake of her neck. “Try again and you won’t like my reaction!”
She was beginning to grow lightheaded from the lack of air, her thrashing beginning to weaken, as feeble coughs spilled from her bill. Eyes widening with a quick thought, she allowed her body to go limp, eyes closing in an effort to appear as though she passed out. After a moment of silence, the grip finally loosened, and with a deep inhale of breath, she elbowed him as hard she could in the sternum. Darkwing wheezed painfully, releasing her as he hunched over.
The teenager sprinted to the opposite side of the cave, with loud splashing and heavy coughing following in her wake. Gosayln rubbed at her throat as she inhaled great thankful breathes. Crouching down behind rubble, she watching her father straighten back up after a moment. He grimaced, rubbing at his sternum, then at the back of his head with a confused expression. He shook the vulnerable look away, instead shouting out. “Where the hell are you?!”
He must have hit his head harder than he thought if he was as shaken up and aggressive as this. She saw the brightly lit opening illuminating the figure from behind, trying to think about how to lure him out of the flooded room. She leaned her head back against the cave wall, allowing herself a moment of rest, but was surprised at the feeling of something strange pressing against the base of her skull. Reaching behind her head into the rubble, she realized it was her dad’s purple hat, tattered and frayed. Smiling to herself, she threw it onto her head with a determined expression. “Well, if he wants to get dangerous, then let’s get dangerous!”
“Hey!” Darkwing looked around wildly for the source of her yelling, before seeing Gosayln standing behind the rubble with raised hands waving in the air. She chucked a decent sized rock in his direction, grinning as he dodged the clear-cut attack, before rushing him during the distraction. Aiming low, she wrapped her wings around his legs as she collided with him. His legs caved in, the pair both falling into the water. “You no good, gutless, g-!“
”Dad, you have always loved Darkwing Duck! It’s practically been your favorite show since you could talk!” She attempted to grab at his shoulders, the vigilante instead grabbing her by the collar, and rolling the pair over. As he pinned her with a snarl, Gosayln held tight to his wings with an expression of determination. “You saved up your money from your first job at the corner store for over year to meet the one duck you could even envision as the father you never had!”
Darkwing tightened his grip with wild eyes, until she was left gasping from the tightness of her collar. “How the hell do you-“
Gosayln pounded her fists against the inside point of his elbows, the weak spot causing the vigilante’s wings to buckle. She wrapped a leg around his waist, twisting the pair, so that the teenager was once again above him. “When grandma died, you didn’t think anything would ever be the same again, because not only had you lost your father figure, but you no longer had the mom that told you for years about how you can achieve anything you put your mind to!”
“DON’T YOU EVEN TALK ABOUT HER!” Darkwing elbowed her suddenly in the face with a roar of anger, the younger duck gasping from the sharp pain as her head snapped back. Gosayln was slammed onto her back, all the air leaving her lungs in a harsh cough at the action, while the water below drenched the pair. The shadow of her father loomed above her with the darkness of only a vigilante such as him could muster.
Despite the taste of iron on her tongue and a stutter in her words, she plowed onward. “…e-even…even through the years of addiction, you-you-you…w-w-“
He grabbed her by the collar once more, lifting her into the air as her legs kicked out wildly at him. Even through the burning deep in her bones, she began throwing wayward punches in a desperate attempt to make him realize who she was while she cried. “E-Even through all of the years of addiction, you were strong enough to overcome it, and make a family that l-loves you! You saved a pissed off and suicidal teenager hellbent on destroying her future to avenge her past! You created a world for her to be safe and breathed life into her sad world! Just as a dad should!”
Her punches grew weaker as she succumbed to crying, gentle hands suddenly holding her wrists as though she were the most important person in the world. Her father stared at her in shock, his own tears welling up in his eyes with a hoarse whisper, setting her back down to her feet in the flooded water. “G-Gos…?”
“D-Dad!” She threw her wings around him, immediately bursting into heaving sobs as the fight left her.
“Oh, sweetheart…what…oh, God, I was…h-hurting you and I t-thought…” He broke off with a hiss of pain, pulling away from her as he raised a hand to his head. “Oh, f-fuck…”
“W-We n-need-“ The teenager tried speaking through her heaving sobs, but the panic was finally catching up to her. Her lungs burned and she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs to finish her sentence. Instead, she tightly wound her wings around Drake’s middle, burying her face into his chest.
A hand began to comfortingly pet her head and she looked up with tears rolling down her cheeks, mingling into soaked feathers. His face was set into a grimace and one of his pupils was visibly bigger than the other. “You…you’re fine, baby…just…just need to…”
Watching his struggle to speak properly, Gosayln realized her dad needed her. She had to stay brave, she couldn’t break yet! Gosayln pulled away, wiping at her tears with a sniffle. Drake looked confused and surprised at the action, opening his bill to question her, but she cut him off instead. “There’s an exit over here. It’s going to bring us out to a dead end in the Bay, but at least we can try flagging someone down. There’s a bunch of helicopters around the Bin right now, so if I can just get someone’s attention, we can get out of here.”
“G-Gos, maybe you should…let me…take care of everything, so…ugh…” He rubbed at his eyes, bending at the waist with harsh breathes.
“Dad? I’m pretty sure you have a concussion and you’re probably in a lot of pain, but I’m going to help you, ok?” He didn’t respond, groaning lowly, so she wrapped her wing around his middle, nudging his own to wrap around her shoulders for support.
“I-I fine…I c-can…oh…G-God…”
“…it’s gonna to be alright, I’m gonna get us out,” He appeared conflicted by her offer, squinting at his daughter with clear hesitation. “Dad, please, just let me help you.”
Drake breathed deeply, before slumping into her side, the younger duck staggering from the sudden added weight. She steadied herself however, throwing her shoulders back, and urged her father forward through the flooding water. The teenager gave him a reassuring smile in response to his concerned expression. “We’re going to make it out and we’ll take the next step from there, ok?”
His bill whooped dangerously, seeing the imagine of Launchpad offering words of encouragement in her face. “He…He…L-LP would be so p-proud of you right now, baby…”
Gosayln felt tears rolling down her cheeks once more, nodding with determination. “P-Papa wouldn’t…wouldn’t want us to give up.”