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Time went by.

Lena came over, and she left hours later.

Louie tried to fall asleep, but his brother's fighting right above him kept him awake. Now he understood why his uncles were so irritated with them all the time.

They, were, loud.

"Where are you going!?" Louie heard Huey shout.

"N-no where! I-I'm just going to the bathroom!" Dewey exclaimed.

"Last time I checker, Duford, the front door doesn't lead to the bathroom!!"

"Stay out of my business, Huey!! You're not my boyfriend so you can't boss me around anymore!"

"I'm still your older brother!!"

"By THREE seconds!!"

"I can't believe you're sneaking out the night that Louie comes home! What about dinner!?"

"Forget dinner, I don't have to listen to you!" Louie could hear Dewey's voice crack, telling him that he was crying. A door was then opened, before it was slammed. The youngest triplet stood up and peaked out of the living room to look at Huey.

"Huey? What's going on?" Louie asked.

"Nothing, Louie. It's late. Grab some food and then you can go to bed. We fixed up your room for you, so, don't be scared." Huey sniffed as he wiped his eyes.

"Oh...just, grab food?" Louie whimpered, upset that he hadn't been invited to dinner.

"I mean, um...." Huey sighed. "Just come get dinner." Louie smiled and nodded.

"Thanks Huey."

"Uh-huh...." Huey muttered as he looked at the front door.

"Huey, where did Dew-"

"DON'T, TAlk about him..." The red triplet teared up slightly before walking away.

Louie gasped softly and watched Huey walk away before sighing and going to just grab a little bit of food.

Later that night, after everyone was asleep, Louie woke up randomly when he heard someone open his window. He looked over and saw Dewey climbing in to his room.

"Dewey?" He asked groggily.

Dewey gasped and looked behind, dropping the window loudly.

"O-oh, Louie....hey..."

"What are you doing here?" The youngest asked.

"Uh...this was how I usually snuck in, but I guess I have to change that." Dewey laughed nervously.

Louie sighed and looked down at his lap.

"Dew, what happened?" He asked. "With you and Huey..."

"Oh....that..." Dewey muttered. "Well....I....I, when we went to visit you once, someone asked me to meet them in the bathroom. I think it was a visitor or ex patient. I went...and things happened, Huey caught us...now...I'm kinda...forced to do this, but, don't worry. I'm trying to get out of it."

"What? Dewey, you can't be serious!" Louie claimed.

"Oh shut-up! What do you know about being raped-?" Dewey froze, suddenly realizing what he had said.

Louie teared up greatly and looked at Dewey dead in the eye.

"Why would you say that?" He whimpered.

You should kill him, Louie. . .

Yeah, kill your brother, Louie!

No, Lou, take your medicine, it's time for your medicine, Louie.

NO! Don't listen to that freak! Kill him! He obviously doesn't understand the pain and fear you went through.

Kill him, Louie, kill him.

Louie, don't! Louie, Louie!

"LOUIE!! L-LET GO!!!" Dewey shouted trying to pry Louie off of him.

Louie had a tight grip around Dewey's throat.

Louie, look at him. Why are you doing this?

"Because!! It's the only way my pain can go away!" Louie cried.

"Lou, l-let, go!" Dewey pleaded, gasping for air.

That doesn't mean you should hurt your own brother. Take your medicine and you'll feel a lot better.

"L-Louie..." Dewey breathed out, scratching at his little brother's wrist in attempt to get him off.

Louie looked down at Dewey and whimpered, getting off of him.

Dewey sat up, coughing and breathing in air deeply.

"What the hell is your problem!?" He yelled.

"Louie! What's going on in there!?" Huey shouted from outside the room.

"I...I-I...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." Louie whimpered as he backed away.

Louie, the medicine!

No! Not the medicine!

Louie ran over to his bed and frantically looked through the bag he had brought home, spilling all of it's contents on the bed. He found a small pill bottle, opened it and swallowed two pills easily.

Dewey stared at Louie the whole time, his eyes suddenly filled with fear when he saw, not one, but two fingers fall to the floor.

He screamed in terror, alerting everyone in the manor.

"Louie!!! Dewey!! Open the door!!" Huey shouted, banging on the locked door. Louie gasped and grabbed the two, rotting, fingers.

"Wh-wh-wh-wh-why do you, h-h-have, th-those!?" Dewey yelled.

"Dew, it's not what it looks like!" Louie claimed.

"Yeah right!!" The middle triplet ran to the door, trying to get out. Louie teared up, afraid to speak, thinking he'd mess up.

Dewey managed to open the door, hugging Huey tightly, wanting to feel safe after such horror.

"Dewey, what's wrong?" The eldest asked as he hugged him back.

"L-Louie...killer..." Dewey stuttered. Huey gasped as he looked up at Louie.

"Louie?"

"It's not what it looks like, I swear!!" Louie cried, getting off the bed and walking towards them.

"Get away!!" Huey yelled at him, walking backwards while still holding Dewey.

"H-Huey-?"

"I said get away!!"

"Huey! What's going on!?" Webby asked as she ran up to them, her granny close behind her.

"Louie's trying to kill Dewey!!" Huey claimed.

"What? Louie, is this true?" Mrs. Beakly questioned.

"N-no! I'm not!" Louie cried. Something deep down inside of him, urged him to keep talking. "Yes I am!" He covered his mouth in complete shock before running into his room and locking the door.

"He's a fucking psychopath." Huey muttered, walking away from Louie's room and taking Dewey to the bathroom to check on him.

"Webby, talk with him, yes?" Mrs. Beakly whispered. Webby nodded softly and looked at the door.

She was scared for her life as she walked towards it and knocked on it.

Louie, however, didn't hear the knock. He was staring at himself in the mirror, his eyes and mind tricking him into seeing two demonic shadows at his sides.

Do you see what you can do now, Louie? You scare them.

You have so much power to just grasp them in a right fist and squeeze the little, worthless, lives out of them.

Don't afraid to ask us for help, Louie. We love you more than they ever will. We understand you and we want to help you get better.

Yes, better. Better, to the point where you won't need any friends or family holding you down.

You can be the strongest duck ever if you just let us take control.

Louie looked down at his desk and saw an old picture of his brothers and himself. He grabbed the picture and states at it with cold eyes before ripping it in half.

"Okay."