20.) "I'll protect you no matter what...even if it kills me." Debbigail 

This was requested by cartoonromantic. This ones a bit short compared to the others, but I think it came out pretty good! This one may or may not be familiar to others who have Tumblr. This is an old fic I wrote, but I chose to rewrite it cuz the sentence fit well! Plus it needed a touch up! XD Hope you all enjoy!(Art by mine

Why did this have to happen?...

Now of all days?!

Last thing the two teen ducks knew contained them walking to an ice cream parlor with Louie, Huey, Lena, and Violet. Of course now of all days he and Webby would be tied upside down in an abandoned house with the Beagle Boys. They just never had good timing, did they? He should really get them a watch or something, but that's besides his worries at the moment.

Blood continued to rush to their heads as they swung 10 feet above sold concrete. He wasn't entirely worried, not only did he have a warrior by his side, but normally these chums were easy to get past. Hint...normally. Today they seemed a bit off. Some might've assumed it was because they weren't really sure which set of beagles were with them; the three silhouettes lingering in the shadows. Even knowing this knowledge, Dewey's confidence did not falter.

"We got this, Webby! We'll get loose and show these no good for nothing puppies who's boss!" He spat, his grin growing to the point a few teeth could be seen. His hands began to squirm, the movements causing them to sway a bit more than they already were. The blue triplet's tongue stuck out in concentration while his face was painted with determination.

His struggling came to an abrupt halt as he felt a warm hand clutch onto his cold one, tightly at that. "Webby?" Before he could voice his worry, the reasoning behind her action stepped into the light. All the color that once filled his face, drained, causing him to look paler then normal.

These weren't their ordinary Beagle Boys. The originals couldn't even hold a candle to them. This group stood basking in the light's glare, smirking smugly with a look of hunger in their eyes. A hunger for blood. Their blood.

Dewey yelped, squeezing Webby's sweaty hand back in response to earlier, "The Tumblebums!" It's no wonder his best friend's been so uncharacteristically quiet.

He gulped, biting on the inside of his cheek, hoping to hold enough confidence for the both of them. It was easier said than done if he were being totally honest. But he couldn't let fear override him, for Webby's sake! He wouldn't. He'll be strong for the both of them.

His thoughts were interrupted by an earthquake vibrating his back. He pried his eyes away from the silent beagles. Dewey tried his best to look over his shoulder at his best friend, failing from the angle she was facing. He stubbornly settled on looking at the back of her head, harshly fidgeting along with the rest of her jolts. Worry began to bubble in the pit of his stomach. This seemed all too familiar to him. She was having a panic attack. Oh no...Why here?! Why now?! This is bad, this is-

"Hahahahaheeeeeehaaa.."

His head whipped around to the spine crumbling sound, sending shivers throughout his body. The laugh pierced through him, and if he were feeling this shaken up by their laughs alone, he doesn't want to imagine how bad it might be for Webby. The poor girl continued to shake and hyperventilate. Her breathing was sharp and staggering by the minute against his back. Gosh he hated this. He wanted to envelope her in his arms. 

"Dang ropes! Curse these creepy clown wannabes!"

His teeth gritted against the other, his free hand's fist gripping tightly as it begun to tingle. He's pretty sure he was seething at this point; the pot in his belly being close to overflowing. Past his fury, deep down he wished the beagles decided to stay quiet, they were surprisingly less scary that way. He also wished they haven't even ended up in this situation in the first place. Oh did that ice cream sound pretty good right about now, it would do wonders in cooling that flame of his down. Guess he'll settle for the cool wind lightly bristling against his forehead, sweeping his now messed up zoosh. They were going to pay! For his hair, and for scarring his best friend. They picked with the wrong duck.

But before he did anything, he needed to think, and in order to think straight, he needed to calm down. Also easier said than done. The blue duck closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. In...out...in...out...in- One of his lids happened to peak; he held the breath he currently took. One of the creepy clowns were right in his face. He could've sworn they were standing 10 feet away from him two minutes ago! He bit on the inside of his cheek nervously; his own breaths threatening to frizzle. "No!" His eyes snapped closed once more.

"For Webby; think Dewey! Don't let them get in your head! For Webby's sake! Think like you never thunk before!" He chewed back a whimper, "Please...just this once, brain?"

He just needed to focus..yea. He took another breath, allowing him to focus on the girls breathing. Did...did she get worse?! How come he didn't notice?! He's literally tied against her, how- "DEWEY!" He screamed at himself. This was no time to panic. Allowing his thoughts settle on Webby only seemed to make things worse.

The boy paused after a bit of silence. He didn't feel any presence anymore. That was...strange. Swallowing down fear wanting to leak through, he took the leap, his eyes snapping open...no one was there.

"What?..."

The room's silence filled with high pitched sobs. His ears perked up, knowing all too well where they were coming from. His beak's frown fell further. He wanted to cry along with her, but he knew he couldn't. He can't! He was their only hope out of here...he grimaced...oh boy, they were going to die here.

He shook his head, which stopped as soon as it began, "Wait..." his thoughts started to scramble around, "Why were they sent here if all they were going to do was stare and leave?!" His anxiety shot up, keeping him at alert as he bit down on his bottom beak. He really hoped they were gone, and for a while. He needed to think of a way out of these ropes. How long have they been hanging upside- wait a minute...why did the room look up right again? Did they?...NOOOOO! Of course not! They most likely tapped everything to the ceiling to make it look like they were facing up right again so they would lose their insanity quicker and break.

"Jokes on them because-" yea...yea thinking about that now...he's stupid. Sadly huffing out much needed air -they must've set them up right-, Dewey finally concluded. But why? He truly didn't care, all he wanted was to get out of here, and that they'll do! Well...he'll do.

Dewey glanced back over to the girl, she seemed to have calmed down... "Hey Webs?"...

No reply. Holding back his pulse, he repeated, wincing at his voice cracking. Betrayal...utter betrayal.

Still nothing from the girl. His heart dropped all the way down to his webbed feet. No no no no- "Webby!? Webby, are you okay?! Webs!"

He hated this! He hated this! He hated this! He couldn't see her face! Was she even alive?! "Don't think such things! Check to see if she's breathing first, you idiot."

The teen duck held his breath, relying on their connected backs to pick up on her breathing. It took a lot in him to focus and not fall into a complete spiral, but thankfully after a few beats of his own heart, he felt her back rise and fall soothingly compared to earlier. The smile that graced his beak seconds prior, faded, "She must've knocked herself out after that episode she was having." He mumbled to no one in particular. At least she was resting now; she deserved it after what she just went through.

Dewey turned away from her sagging head, taking in a refreshing breath of cool air. The frown he's been carrying formed into a determined quirk, eyebrows knitted. He spoke up into the night, hoping his soft and comforting voice would reach her even in her current state, "Don't worry, Webs; I'll get us both out of here, you'll see. I'll protect you no matter what...even if it kills me. Just rest up, okay? You can trust me. Oh and if you can hear me, happy birthday."

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Who says that a oneshot needs to have a satisfyingly ending? Or that it needed to be long? >X3 Writing gives me too much power, I'm sorry! To calm your worries tho, they did get back home safely, and Webby is fine! No one messes with Donald's babies! XD Unless...ya know..you rather think on the darker side... Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed!

UNTILLLLLLL NEEEXXXTTTTT TTTIIIMMMMEEE!! BYEEE!! LOVV YA'LLLL!!!