(Negaverse)

Dewey stared at his Dew- pelganger. He examined the identical duckling. Well, almost identical. The other duck's hair was flopped down and his sleeves were longer. Dewey and the other circled each other confused. An idea shot into Dewey's head. "Are you my missing brother, Phoey!?" he asked. The other duckling shook his head confused. "I don't think so. How are there two of me?" the second Dewey wondered. He waltzed in a circle. "Okay, I'll be Dewey, and you can be Dewey 2 because I'm the original one and only. Well, I guess not one and only anymore," Dewey said. Dewey 2 opened his mouth to comment, but decided against it.

Instead, Dewey 2 started hyperventilating. "Uh, are you okay?" Dewey asked. "No! There are two of me! I'm hallucinating! I've snapped! Huey probably killed me!" Dewey 2 freaked. Dewey tried to calm his twin. "Hey, calm down. It's alright, you're not hallucinating. Besides, if anyone were to get us killed, it'd be Louie," Dewey said. Dewey 2 made a confused face, then asked, "Well, if I'm not going insane, why are there two of me, ur, us?" he wondered. Dewey shrugged. "I don't know. Hey, but now that there's two of me, I can finally have a stunt double! Yeah! Prepare yourself internet, for the best episode of Dewey Dew-night ever!" Dewey said.

"No, I don't do stunts," Dewey 2 said. "And that's besides the point! Why are there two of us?" he went on.

(Possiverse)

"Where's Dewey and what is that cake hiding!" Webby demanded. She pinned down the duck working at the bakery. "I ain't scared of a little girl!" he said. She held his arm behind his back and twisted it. He yelped. "I said, where's Dewey!" Webby shouted. He grumbled under her foot. "Still not talking? Let's start easy. What's your name?" she said. He was quiet. She twisted his arm further. "Alright! Alright, it's Jim," he answered. "Last name?" she said. "Starling." "Jim Starling? I feel like I've heard that name before..." She drifted off in thought. Then she turned back to him. "Hi, I'm Webby," she said. He growled at her. "What are you? The good cop or the bad cop?" he said, referring to her friendly greeting.

"What's up with the cake?" she asked. "What, it's a cake. What more do you want?" he said smugly. "If that were true, Dewey would be here. What is it really?" Webby questioned. She stepped on his foot, determined to make him talk. "Fine, you want to know what it really is?" "Yes, that's why I've been asking," she said innocently. "It's a portal." She contained her excitement for adventure and forced a mean look. "Portal to where?" Containing her excitement proved harder than she thought. "Does it go to a different place on earth? Like Rome? Ooh! Or maybe Canada! They have sword whales there, you know, narwhals! What about another land? Is it cursed, like the links of Moorshire? Or the underworld?" she berated him with questions.

Jim internally grinned that she was getting off topic. While she was distracted, he pushed her off of him. She fell onto her back and he stood up. He twisted his beak into a crooked smile. "Interrogation's over little girl," he said. She quickly got back to her feet. She swung her foot for him. This time, he dodged her and grabbed her leg. He held her upside down. She swung up on his shoulders and began attacking him. She threw his fist at his face and hit. She did a backflip off of him and stood in a ready stance.

He rubbed his jaw, then turned his attention back to her. "You little brat!" he shouted. He ran for her. She jumped out of the way. He attempted to kick her legs out from under her but Webby leaped up. When she landed back on the ground, she regained her posture. "You know, Jim, you should really fix your fighting stance. With movements like that, you'll break a bone," Webby reprimanded. She put a finger to her beak thoughtfully. "I'm sure I've heard of you somewhere," she thought out loud.

Out of anger, Jim socked Webby in the gut. She fell back with the wind knocked out of her. When she could breathe again, she lunged at him. Jim caught her midair and held her tight to her chest. She struggled against him, but he was too strong. He threw a rag over her mouth. She fought back harder but felt her body getting weaker. Her vision grew fuzzy. Webby strained to stay conscious, but with each second, she felt her eyes drooping more and more. One last weak kick, and she passed out from the drugged rag. Jim smiled cruelly. "Nighty night, little girl..."

(Negaverse)

Dewey talked with his counter part. "Maybe someone at home can tell us what's going on. Webby probably could. She was with me just a minute ago, but I don't know where she went," he said. Dewey began walking in the direction of the mansion. Dewey 2 grabbed his wrist. "Wait! We have to wait for Launchpad to cool off," he said. Dewey looked at him confused. "Launchpad? Why was he chasing you anyways?" he asked. Dewey 2 rubbed his arm and watched his feet. "Louie stood up for me earlier, which means twice as much punishment. I don't know why Louie doesn't listen when I tell him not to," he said.

Dewey studied Dewey 2's face. "What are you talking about? Launchpad isn't a jerk!" Dewey defended his friend. Dewey 2 looked mad. "Yes he is! How dare you say that about that, and pardon my language, razafrazan bully!" he said. Dewey frowned. "What kind of nightmare realm did I fall into!" "Anyways, we can't go back home until he calms down a bit," Dewey 2 said. "What about sneaking in?" Dewey suggested. Dewey 2's face blanked. "Sneak in? Like without anyone knowing? We could get in trouble! Or hurt ourselves! Or worse, Launchpad could find out!"

Dewey rolled his eyes. "Are you sure we're the same person?" Dewey said. He looked at Dewey 2 expectantly. After a minute, Dewey 2 grew a worried and annoyed expression. "We're going to get ourselves into trouble! Besides, what if you're not really here, and I am just going nuts? Launchpad hit me one too many times," he whined.

Dewey went on walking without his doppelganger. "Eh, come on. Don't be such a baby. We're just sneaking into our own house," Dewey said. Dewey 2 stood his ground. Dewey kept on walking, leaving Dewey 2 behind. He looked up at Kilmotor hill, then behind himself. He stamped his foot on the ground annoyed at himself. "Wait, don't leave me!" he called, going after Dewey.

Behind the mansion, Dewey and Dewey 2 looked up to their bedroom window. "Okay, remember. I'll climbed the tree with this rope and pass it down to you," Dewey said, a long rope in hand. "Then I'll hoist you up to the windowsill so you can unlock the window. Then, once you're inside, you'll tie the rope to the window, so I can walk across it to get inside. Any questions?" Dewey 2 raised his hand. "Yes?" Dewey asked. "I'm scared of heights." "Really? Are you even a Dewey?" Dewey whined. Dewey 2 smiled apologetically.

"Okay, okay, what if we trade jobs and you climb the tree?" Dewey proposed. Dewey 2 raised his hand again. Dewey raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak. "I'm scared of plants." Dewey face palmed. "What? You never know if it's poisonous or not. And also, what if I accidentally drop the rope?" Dewey thought a minute. "Okay, I think I've got a better plan."

Five minutes later...

"How is this any better!" Dewey 2 shouted. He stood at the end of one plank balanced over a barrel. Dewey stood on another barrel by the other end of the plank. It was set up like a seesaw. "I'm jumping in three..." Dewey started the countdown. Dewey 2 was tucked in scared. "Two..." "I'm not so sure about this," Dewey 2 put in his two cents. He blew his hair out of his face, but it just flopped down again. "One!" Dewey jumped onto the other end of the plank as hard as he could.

Dewey 2 went flying and screamed the whole way. He was somehow able to catch the windowsill. Hurriedly, he climbed up the ledge. He shoved his back against the window. He breathed heavily in terror. He watched the ground above, dizzy with fear. Dewey gave him a thumbs up from the ground. "Okay... Okay, Dewey... you got this..." Dewey 2 panted. He turned himself over so that he was facing the window. He grabbed at the glass, trying to get a hold of something. It didn't help that he had the rope over his shoulder.

He fought with the latch to open the window. Dewey 2 started to feel himself fall backwards. He grinded his teeth and held onto the latch for dear life. After a minute of wrestling with the window, he was able to open it. He tumbled inside, then readjusted himself. He chucked the end of the rope out for Dewey. "Climb up!" he called to his lookalike.

Dewey began climbing the rope and was almost to the top.

"Dewey, what are you doing?"

Dewey 2 flinched and pushed Dewey's head back down. He turned to Huey standing in front of him. "Uh, nothing! What are you doing?" he covered. He bit his lip, trying not to give away the fact he was lying. Dewey 2 could hear Dewey struggling on the rope. Dewey 2 smiled nervously to his brother. "I'm getting a blanket. Louie wanted to see how fast I could get one and bring it downstairs to him on the couch," Huey said. Dewey 2 looked at him quizzical. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's tricking you into grabbing him a blanket," he said. Huey yanked a blanket from his bunk. "But Louie wouldn't do that..." Dewey 2 drifted off, thinking.

It was now Huey's turn to smile nervously. "What? No. Louie's not being out of character or anything. It's not like he's from an alternate universe, heh, heh!" Huey grinned. "I'm slipping!" Dewey 2 heard Dewey whisper shout. "Did you here that?" Huey questioned. "Probably just the wind," Dewey 2 said. Huey nodded. "Anyway, you're making me lose time. I'm being timed!" Huey grabbed the blanket and ran out of the room.

Dewey 2 let out a breath of air. He wiped sweat from his brow. "Hello? I'm still out here!" Dewey called. Dewey 2 spun around and helped him inside. Once both boys were in the room, Dewey said, "What happened to asking Huey and Louie why there are two of us?" Dewey 2 twisted his beak thoughtfully. "Look, if I told someone there were two of me, they'd think I'm nuts! Except for Huey, but if Huey did believe me, it'd just prove I've lost it," he explained.

"But," Dewey 2 began. Dewey was still confused about his comment about Huey. "Huey may have given me an idea why two Deweys exist. What if we're from different dimensions, and you somehow fell into this one?" Dewey 2 suggested. Dewey thought. "That would explain why we're completely different," he said. "What am I going to do until I find a way to get home?" Dewey 2 walked in circles around his room. He couldn't let Huey and Louie see his counter part.

He smiled when he thought of an idea. He walked over to the closet and opened the door. "You could stay in the closet," the boy in blue suggested. Dewey glared at him. "I'm sorry, the closet?" Dewey 2 nodded. "At least when people are around. You can come out when we're alone." Dewey still wasn't hooked on the idea. Dewey 2 sighed. "I'll bring you snacks and you can use Huey's phone. He barely uses it anyways," he said. After some time to think it over, Dewey reluctantly agreed. "Oh, alright fine. But I want to get back home as soon as possible.

(Possiverse)

Drake Mallard heard the doorbell ring. Opening the door, he saw it was the mail dog. She handed him a package and he thanked her. Stepping inside, he closed the door behind him. He stared oddly at the package. It was wrapped in a orange bubble wrap envelope. After feeling over it a few times, he determined it was book. "I don't remember buying this," he thought out loud.

Gosalyn came running down the stairs. She took the package from him. "I did!" she said. "What is it?" he wondered. "Oh, just a book," she replied. "You, Gosalyn Mallard, spent your allowance on a book?" he questioned suspiciously. She smiled. "It's a book for school. You know, that kind of boring stuff, blehk," she said. She stuck out her tongue trying to convince him. "Anyways, got homework to do and stuff, you know," she said, trotting back up the stairs.

He stared after her suspiciously. "Something's up with her, I can feel it."

In her room, Gosalyn opened the package. She held up the book. Hockey and Skating for Dummies. She fingered the pages and sniffed it. "Ah, take in that new book smell," she smiled to herself. Gosalyn's phone buzzed. She frowned, the text ruining the moment. She picked up her phone and looked down at who was texting. Negaduck, again.

She sighed, annoyed. He didn't even bother to call. So much more personal than texting.

We've hit a bump in the plan

What kind?

A boy fell in the portal

Her eyes widened at the text. Her fingers shook as she texted.

What does that mean for the plan?

It means we have to be careful. We don't want the cops getting involved

Gosalyn hoped that was the last message. She was eager to get back to her book.

Anything else?

There was a girl as witness. But I took care of her

Gosalyn's eyes widened even more and her heart raced.

You murdered someone?

Ha! I wish. No, I just took her back to base

She twisted her beak curiously.

What does that mean for me?

Nothing, same rules apply. Hurry up and finish your end of the deal

Gosalyn frowned and clicked off her phone. She glanced at her book. She allowed herself a smile. She didn't know the first thing about hockey or skating. She flopped back on the bed.

Suddenly, she heard the door open. "Hey Gos," Drake began. He took a seat next to her on the bed. "Hey, daddy." "I was just wondering if you were alright. You just seem a bit off since, well, you know, we saved you from that crook," he said. She smiled at him. "I'm just a bit stressed, since being kidnapped twice in my life," she laughed. He ruffled her feathers playfully. He looked over her to the book on her bed. Gosalyn broke his concentration. "You know, daddy? I'm pretty blessed to live with you instead of back at the orphanage," she said. He was surprised at her comment. "Really? I mean, I don't think I'm that great of a dad," he opened up to her. She sat up. "No way! You're the best dad I've ever had," she smiled. He kissed her on the forehead. "Well, I'm glad you think so," he said.

He stood up. "Well, I'm going to turn in for the night. I want you in bed too," he said. She nodded and he left. She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding in. She turned back to the book. "Well, if I'm going to play the part, might as well study."