(Negaverse)

"If you're going to fit in, you have to sit up straighter. Our Louie doesn't slouch," Huey said. He prodded Louie around, pushing into his back. "Ow!" Louie groaned. Huey looked up at his reverse brother. "Why can't I tell anyone you're from an alternate reality again?" he asked. "Because I don't know who I can trust here. Some things are different and some things are the same," Louie explained. Huey shrugged. He turned his head, examining Louie. The younger boy ran to a nearby potted plant and grabbed a handful of dirt. Then, out of nowhere, Huey chucked it at Louie.

"What was that for?" Louie said. He rubbed his eyes which has dust in them. "Our Louie is dirtier. He works hard in the sun," Huey said. Louie glared at him, then continued to dust himself off. "And one more thing," Huey added. "And what's that?" Louie asked without looking up from himself. "You have to lose the hoodie." Louie's eyes shot up at Huey. "No way! Uncle Donald gave it to me!" he said. "All uncle Donald gave us were our names. Now take off the hoodie," Huey said. Louie shook his head. "I get cold easily. Let me keep it!" Huey sighed. "Just tie it around your waist. That's what are Louie does," he said. Louie whined a bit more before finally taking it off. "Uh, fine," he grumbled.

He quickly tied it over himself. "So what do we do now? Wait until Beakly calls us for dinner?" Louie asked. "Who?" "You know, Webby's grandma?" Louie explained. Huey nodded, now knowing. "Oh, she doesn't live here. Beakly left her here years ago and never came back," Huey said. Louie looked at him sadly. "Wow, this place really is different from my home," he commented. Huey sat down criss cross on the carpet. "Eh, it's everyone for themselves here. No one really cares about us kids and what we do," Huey said, as if it was no big deal. Louie watched him. He felt bad for this universe and his brothers' opposites. Dewey was bullied and Huey was left to his own devices. Louie didn't know much about his alternate, but from what he had heard, he was hard working.

"Huey, tell me more about your world," Louie asked. Huey looked at him confused. "No one ever asks me about anything, especially since most of the time, I don't even know what I'm talking about," he said, tracing a pattern on the carpet with his finger. "Well, I guess it's just really lonely here. I mean, I have my brothers and Webby, but Webby usually wants me to do girly things with her like tea party or dress up. Dewey and I hang out sometimes, but he's scared of Bready, fire, forks, paper, you know cause of paper cuts, and well, I guess me in a way. And then you, or uh, Louie that is. He loves me and Dewey, but he's always doing something else, he's a busy man, a worker bee type," Huey said.

Louie took a seat next to him. "What else?" Louie asked. Huey looked up to him. "What about your dimension? What am I like?" Huey asked. Louie thought a minute. "Well, you're a nerd. You're always reading your junior woodchuck guide book, which is why I was so shocked when I saw you shoving it into that toaster. Oh! This one's fun! You have a secret sugar addiction and go nuts whenever you have it. I may have used it against you one or two times," Louie said with a naughty smile. "Ew, gross! I don't like sugar one bit," Huey commented. Louie smiled at him. "Really?" Huey nodded. "Can't stand chocolate especially," Huey said. Louie gave a warm smile. Chocolate was Huey's favorite.

"Well, what do you want to do? I'll hang out with you," Louie said. Huey's face lit up. "Really? Well, I do have sort of a list," he said. "As long as it doesn't include manual work, cost money, or hurting ourselves, I'm in," Louie said. Huey stood up grinning. "I don't know about that last one, but otherwise, yeah!" Louie rolled his eyes and stood up next to him. "Oh boy."

(Possiverse)

Huey walked through the halls of McDuck manner. He passed the tv room. "Louie?" he called. Louie wasn't there. He continued through the house. He checked their room. Louie wasn't sitting on his phone on his bunk like Huey expected. "Where is he?" he asked himself. Huey wandered to the kitchen, where he thought Louie could be drinking pep. Mrs. Beakly was there, preparing food, but still no Louie. "Mrs. Beakly, do you know where Louie is?" Huey asked. Without looking up from some vegetables she was cutting, she said, "No, but I think he went outside." Huey thanked her and went out back.

As Mrs. Beakly had said, Louie was outside, walking in circles while talking to someone on the phone. Huey waited for Louie to finish his call before speaking. "Hey, Lou, do you-" Louie interrupted him. "Sorry, Huey. I know I told you I would help you feed Bready, but I have to go settle a job with a guy." Huey watched him confused. "What are you talking about?" he asked. Louie walked past Huey. "No time to chat. I can't be late," he said. Huey grabbed his wrist. "Late for what?" "Work!" he said. Huey let go of his brother. "What are you talking about! Is this some kind of scheme?" Huey thought a minute. Was Dewey right in saying there was something up with their brother?

Louie stopped. He stared at Huey with a quizzical expression. "Okay, you know what? I'm just going to be honest here. I don't know what's going on. Everyone is acting strange and looking at me like I'm the weird one. Can someone just tell me what's happening!" Louie threw his hands up in the air. "Us? How are we acting weird?" Huey asked. Louie sighed. "First, you guys look weird. You're wearing your hat forward, Dewey's shirt fits him and his hair is pushed back, and Webby looks nothing like usual. And then your personalities are different! You were reading that book you use to feed Bready. You don't know how to read,and you haven't caught fire once today," Louie said. This just made Huey more confused.

"As if this conversation wasn't weird enough, who is Bready?" Huey said. Louie face palmed. "Louie?" Huey started. He kind of just stood there. Now both of them were as confused as ever. "Are you having a migraine, or hallucinating or something?" Huey asked. Louie shook his head. "No, I don't think so," he replied. Huey thought for a minute. "Speaking of Dewey and Webby, where are they?"

...

"It's closed? What kind of shop closes at 5?" Dewey whined. Webby shrugged. "Apparently this one." Webby examined the door of the bakery. They had arrived there only to find it was locked and they couldn't go in. She turned to Dewey. "Maybe we could sneak in through an air vents," she suggested. He smiled as she kicked the grate to one open. "Ha, I like your thinking, Webbs," he said. They crawled into the vent. It went under the shop instead of over. Every few feet, there was another grate opening so they could see inside. The lights were off and it seemed like no one was there. Webby rolled into her back and kicked upward, moving a grate so they could enter the building.

"Okay, what happened when you guys were here?" she asked. Dewey looked around the establishment. "Well, I went to the counter to get the cake while Louie wandered around," he said. She walked around the bakery. She took a seat on the counter. "He went back into the kitchen without anyone noticing," he explained. She seemed deep in thought before exclaiming, "Then to the kitchen!"

The two junior detectives went back to the kitchen. It seemed pretty bland except for a large cake in the back. Webby walked around, Dewey following her from behind. It didn't seem like anything interesting could happen there. "I don't know, this seems kind of pointless. Fun, but pointless. Maybe Huey was right. Maybe I am just paranoid," Dewey said. He strode over to the cake. He stared at it a minute.

His heart skipped a beat. Did the cake just...flicker? For a split second, the cake had disappeared. It was so quick, no one would notice it unlocked they were watching it as intently as Dewey had been. "Webby, look at this," he called. She stood next to him. "Watch." She waited and it flickered again. "This isn't a cake," she began. Dewey reached out to touch it and his hand went through. He tried both hands now and they both went through. "It's a hologram!" Dewey finished her thought. Dewey took his hands out of it.

"This hologram is meant to cover up something, but what?" she said. Dewey climbed up a nearby step ladder to see the top.

They were startled when they heard a voice behind him. "What are you two kids doing in here!" They spun around to see an older white duck. He was much older than them and had feathers on the side of his head. He was wearing a normal yellow t shirt. "We were just, uh..." Dewey started. "Get out of here! Scram, you brats!" the duck demanded harshly. Webby smiled awkwardly. "I was just continuing my quest for the other half of this locket!" she explained, pulling a necklace from her shirt. Dewey rolled his eyes. "I have proof that leads me to believe it's somewhere in this bakery!"

The duck shook his head. "You think I'm buying that malarkey? I said leave!" he said. Dewey leaned back on top of the ladder. Taking a second look at the duck, he began to think he looked familiar. Did Dewey know that duck? He squinted his eyes and took a step back.

Only there wasn't another step to take back. Dewey realized he was standing on air all to late. He fell off the ladder and into the holographic cake. Webby whipped her head back to see Dewey fall. "Dewey!" she exclaimed. She ran up the ladder and waited for him. She expected him to just walk out. "Dewey?" she called. She waited for what felt like forever, but he never came back. She turned to the older duck.

She jumped on top of him. He was surprised at how strong she was. Once she had tackled him to the ground, she set her foot on his back to hold him down. "Where's Dewey and what is that cake hiding!" she demanded.

(Negaverse)

Louie flopped onto the bottom bunk of their bed. He hated to admit it, but he was starting to realize why no one wanted to hang out with this universe's Huey. Louie had been caught on fire twice due to his pyromaniac behaviour. He also had oil stains all over him and was in desperate need of a shower. Huey had been so sure there wasn't a skunk outside. Louie had several cuts and bruises from the rabbit attack. Louie just wanted a break. Even though this version of his family rarely went on adventures, they still found ways to hurt themselves.

Huey burst into the room. "Wasn't that great! So much fun, right Bready?" He held his toaster to his chest. Louie sighed. "Yup, barrels of fun," he said sarcastically. Huey didn't pick up on his annoyed tone. "So, what do you want to do tomorrow?" he asked. Louie sat up and his eyes widened. "Tomorrow?" Huey nodded smiling. "I was kind of thinking I'd be home by then," Louie said. Huey looked out the window. "Well, it's getting late, so I think you'll have to spend the night," he said. Louie frowned.

"Oh, well. We could go to the library and see if there are any books about our universe's," Louie suggested. Those words felt weird in his mouth. He would never go to the library voluntarily, but if that was what he had to do to get home.

...

Dewey got up from the ground. What happened? Then he remembered the hologram cake. He looked around. "Webby?" he called. No response. The older duck was gone to. He wandered into the store front. The doors were locked from the outside, but he could exit from the inside. He walked outside and noticed an immediate difference from the outside he knew. The sky was smogier and harder to breathe. A few billboards advertised for Glomgold industries. Dewey was perplexed after he saw the signs claimed Glomgold as the richest duck in the world.

He walked the streets of a weird Duckberg. "Where am I?" he thought out loud. Was this what had happened to Louie?

Dewey was snapped out of his thoughts by a flash of blue running into him. Whoever had ran into him was quick. They both fell on the ground. The Other person jumped up quickly and dragged Dewey along. Dewey could now see it was another duckling, around the same age as him. The other boy took him down an alley way and stopped. They caught their breaths. Dewey heard someone shout from around the corner. "I'm going to get you, you little twerp!" Dewey recognized that voice. Was that Launchpad?

Dewey tried to glance around the corner, but the other boy shoved him against the wall with his arm. He still couldn't see his face or know what was going on. They waited silently. When the other boy was sure the coast was clear, he took his arm off of Dewey. "Okay, I think he's gone," the boy calmed. He let a breath of tension out. Then he turned to Dewey, giving him the first chance to see his face. They both stopped and stared. The two boys said in unison, "You're me!?"

Hey guys! Can anyone do fanart for this fic? I'd like to have pictures and stuff, but I'm not so great at art. I can do people in one pose and that's it. Facing forward.

Thanks for your support!