Webbigail Vanderquack wasn't afraid of much. In fact, most people think she is completely without fear thanks to her outgoing and courageous personality. She seemed like a never-ending beacon of light and positive energy.

Alas, everyone is afraid of something. For Webby, it was thunderstorms.

Every time she would hear the rumbling of the thunder or the cackling of the lightning, she would run and hide herself in a closet until it passed. Well, usually a closet. There wasn't always one around, so she opted for underneath tables, inside the dryer, in the vents, practically any small, dark space away from people.

No one knew of this fear, not even her grandmother. Webby, believe it or not, was shy, even embarrassed by it. Rationally, a fear of thunderstorms was illogical. As long as she was indoors, the chance of one causing any damage to her was slim to none.

Yet, she couldn't help it. She couldn't stop her body from trembling, she couldn't prevent thr tears from falling, she was simply afraid.

So you can imagine her panic as she notices dark clouds circling Duckberg.

Webby's eyes dart from the window to the boy next to her. "You... you don't think there's going to be a storm, do you?" she asks, trying desperately to keep the fear out of her voice.

Surprisingly enough, the two were alone in McDuck Manor. Scrooge was at the Bin stuck in a meeting with the board members and had dragged Dewey and Huey (said it was their turn since Louie had gone the first time) with him, Donald was on a date at the movies (the boys had teased him relentlessly about it), and Beakley was doing some "secret" work across town (which had further proven Webby's theory about her being a spy, at least in the young duckling's book). The adults had (reluctantly) trusted them to take care of themselves for a couple of hours.

Louie shrugs, not taking his eyes off his phone. "I dunno," he admitted nonchalantly. "I think I might have seen something about one on the news this morning."

Webby raised an eyebrow. "You were watching the news?" He never watched the news. In fact, he's complained to her and his brothers about how much he hates it and how there were a million trillion things he'd rather do than watch it.

Louie shrugged again. "Nothing on," he tells her.

Webby was about to say something when a low rumbling was suddenly heard. She tensed; it was only the start. It wasn't enough to send her into her fear-stricken state, but it was a warning that a bigger storm was coming. "I, uh, have to do something... in my room... alone." With that, sge practically flew up the stairs.

Louie absentmindedly typed away on his phone. "Sounds cool," he responded, not really paying attention. He stopped for a minute before looking around. What had just happened? Suddenly, realization dawned on him.

Louie sighed. "That girl is the worst liar in Duckberg." He then followed her up the stairs, hoping to find out what was bothering her.

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Louie walked through the halls, trying to find the quirky girl. She hadn't been in her room which he found odd. Where else could she be? "Webby!" he called. "Webs, where are you?"

Louie vaguely noticed the thunderstorm getting worse; he had always been impartial to them. On the house boat, he was usually too focused on the waves rocking them violently back and forth than anything else.

It was the sound of light whimpering that finally stopped Louie in his tracks. It seemed to be coming from one of the hallway closets. He slowly opened it to reveal possibly the saddest sight he's ever seen.

Webby was sitting on the floor, her hands clamped over her ears and her eyes squeezed shut. She was crying, tears slipping out of her closed eyes. At that moment, he was sure nothing had ever physically hurt his heart more than the scene he was witnessing.

Louie stared at her in shock. "...Webby?"

Webby slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. "L-Lou-" She winced and closed them again as more thunder sounded. She was visibly trembling and he wondered if it was from fear or the cold.

Louie reluctantly sat down next to her. "Webs, come on," he urged almost desperately. "You're okay, I promise." And that was true, he wouldn't let anything hurt her.

His words did nothing to quell her fear however as she didn't even look at him. Louie thought for a moment before taking his headphones out of his hoodie pocket and placing them on her ears, gently moving her hands out of the way.

Louie then proceded to play a soothing song (one that his brothers had downloaded as a prank and he had forgotten to delete) on his phone on loop. He sighed in relief as Webby opened her eyes.

She stopped shaking and just listened to the music. She began to relax as her eyes closed slowly this time, much more relaxed than before. She leaned onto Louie's shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered.

Louie blushed (he knew it wasn't quite the right time to do so, but he couldn't helo it). "Anytime, Webby," he said, though it fell upon death ears because she was already asleep.

Louie smiled at her before leaning his head on top of hers, drifting of as well.

As a final thought, Louie came to the conclusion that maybe he wasn't always the evil triplet. At least, not around Webby.