New Clues

New Clues (or New Clues... Woo-oo?) is the second episode of DuckTales: Insanity AU.

Scene 1: Meanwhile/Walking to the Money Bin/Trouble...
(A nerdy but with anger issues chicken was walking to where the intern and white-haired duck are. The reason why Gyro came late is that a lot of work and inventions were in his way and had to sort them out. It's also because of too many citizens in the way, I would make a reference to that one joke but in times like we're in today, yeah that's a big no. )

Gyro: Well, it took me a while to get here (wiping his hair, head?!, I guess .)

Seth: Good. Good. You're here in time for this moment. At least you're not later like last time… (putting his hands in his jeans' pockets)

Gyro: Uhh, yeah… So, what do you want to do now?

Seth: Oh, I was thinking we could gaze into the sky, touch the lake's water, or look through that coin-operated binoculars with Mercury over there. (pointing to the coin-operator binoculars with just a female duck, Glendy Vasquack.)

Gyro: I don't see anyone over there. Just that weird girl over there.

Glendy: Hey! I resent that! But it's kinda true. Oh, hey friend-who-put-me-in-the-friend-zone-but-I'm-fine-with-that-cause-I'm-weird-but-I'm-sorta-not. What's going on?"

"What's going on? I'll tell you what's going on. We're in a park with one person left out! Intern, I thought you said M.C. was joining us after work! (frowning at Fenton, thinking that he was lying)

Fenton: But I did! M.C. should've been- (looked at where M.C. should be) I don't understand. H-he was supposed to b-be here… Did he have to leave us when he just got here?

(The brunette got out a sandwich from her picnic basket and took a bite from it.)

Glendy: Maybe he went to that building. You told me that I should never talk about that place whenever we go to the park for a refresher, but you never said anything about talking about that place to anyone who is interested.

(The inventor was growing angry and was about to yell at the brunette for her stupidity, but then groans and pinches the bridge of his beak.)

Gyro: I'll yell at you later. Right now, we have to go, now! (grabbing her hand)

(M.C., walking to what's left of the money bin, have never seen a building like this before. Usually, all buildings were colorful and some are everywhere, sometimes, or only in certain places, but this building seems very unique. However, because of Scrooge McDuck's death, it was closed down to make sure that no one goes inside, EVER . The bridge entrance was all covered in police tape, but it wasn't enough to stop anyone to go inside like M.C. Don't ask why the police would put up the police tape when they could've used a wooden board.)

M.C.: Police tape… Why Police tape? … Maybe it was a bad idea to go over there- Wait… Glendy didn't mention anything about someone being over there. I thought she was alone with her reflection on the window.

(The raven-haired duck continues to see someone over there as he starts walking over to the money bin.)

M.C.: That person looked familiar…

(The raven-haired duck was pondering and pondering.)

M.C.: What are they doing over there? Are they breaking in for a souvenir?! Are they trying to steal what was inside? What are they- Ah!

(The raven-haired duck tripped and fell flat to the floor. He groaned and tried to get up. As he got up, he saw something that made him tripped. It was a yellow scabbard, but without the knife with it. M.C. looked around it and saw how the texture seemed colorful and now faded. He doesn't know where the knife was and how did it get here, but he knows that it could've belonged to someone. It couldn't be Seth 'cause the white-haired duck only has a pocket knife for some reason . Besides, if the raven-haired duck were to bring it back to the owner, he would've been kidnapped and killed for 'stealing their equipment and attempting to take it to the police', but he can't keep it 'cause the police would have assumed that he's a murderer. But then again, he would've been sent to a mental hospital for that cuz society. )

M.C.: I should take it back home and look for- No. Or maybe I could- No… Or maybe I could-

(As he thought, he was then grabbed by the hoodie and dragged from the money bin.)

M.C.: Wait, what?!

(The raven-haired duck looked back at the person in the money bin who then disappeared from there.)

M.C.: NO! Come back!

(He was then stopped and lay on the floor for a few moments before being then furiously grabbed by the inventor.)

Gyro: What in god's name were you thinking?! Attempting to go to that fucking place we're not supposed to go?! Are you a goddamn idiot?!

Fenton: Dr. Gearloose, please go easy on him. He didn't mean to go near that place, honest! (trying to calm him down as they walked away from the money bin)

Gyro: Oh, right. Just like how Glendy didn't mean to tell him about the place that we should've to forget about! (looking at the brunette in anger)

Glendy: Dude, he was interested and I thought I could-

Gyro: Don't get involved! You already cause enough problems for one day!

Glendy: … Okay

Seth: Guys, let's not jump to conclusions. It's possible that he wants to see some dead bodies there.

Gyro: (glared at the white-haired duck) What did I just say?!

Seth: I know, but he could've found one.

Gyro: (facepalms and groans) What my point is that going back there will lead us into trouble on a level I can't even explain!

M.C.: But… I s-saw someone right over there... (points to where the figure would've been)

Gyro: Great… Just great… Now, I can't even trust you! I always knew you would be the type of weirdo...

(They leave the abandoned money bin as M.C. holds the scabbard and looks down, feeling saddened that he might've made Gyro lose trust in him when he just first came to Duckburg. He looked back at the money bin, again…, and sighed.)

Scene 2: Anger/A Text Message from Christopher/Meanwhile... Again
Back at home, the saddened raven-haired duck was looking down on the table, thinking of how he is going to apologize. As I said, he had just lost the inventor's trust after he just came to Duckburg.)

M.C.: Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! Why did I have to listen to that weird girl?! Me and my damn mental illness!

(As he thought, he slammed his fist to the table, cracking its glass and angrily mumbling to himself. It wasn't the first time he lost his own temper. Back in Anneville, the raven-haired duck, at a young age, would always cry or scream when he's unable to walk and fell and his mother had to calm him down to avoid the neighbors complaining to her. However, his father, acting like the parent who would protect his children in times like this, jump into action, not really , and somehow calms his son down. Don't ask why. The narrator or the creator of this story doesn't even know how Lucas calmed his son down, probably did it verbally when they're alone. When in public with his father, he would have some abnormal behavior which Lucas claims that it's a phase, he'll get over it. In his teen years, M.C. suddenly has gotten a little moody lately, repeating telling his aunt, 'Out of my room! I don't want to see you right now!', and wasn't very good in class, with neither good nor bad grades. His aunt would mumble, saying that it's just a phase, he'll get over it. 4 years after his parents left for an undisclosed reason, the raven-haired duck, in college, would always hear voices in his head and see things that ain't there and at one point, he would break something when there was the smallest problem, just a phase, he'll get over it! I still don't understand why he isn't in an asylum from that? )

Seth: Still guilty from what happened, Mercury?

(The schizophrenic duck didn't answer.)

Seth: Are you even okay?

M.C.: Yes, Seth. I'm just… Nervous about what Gyro meant by me being a type of weird person… I think he was kinda right. Too bad he'll never forgive or trust me after what I have done...

Seth: He was probably upset and still sad about that one incident and maybe was angry at you. But don't let words like that get to you. Like the old saying, 'Sticks and stone may break my bones, but words will never kill me'.

M.C.: Don't you mean 'Words will never hurt me'?

(The white-haired duck slowly leaves the room, leaving his yin-yang counterpart at the table, probably just to set up dinner, or something like that… N-no, I'm not trying to add you-know-what to this story! The raven-haired picked up the scabbard he found at the money bin and took a good look at the scabbard. He sighed, "Why did they leave you?"... While he didn't know how did it get here and who left it there, he made 3 theories: #1: Someone must've broken into the money bin and dropped the scabbard when Glendy came to the money bin. But Glendy never mentions a scabbard nor did she say anything about tripping on something when running away. #2: Someone must've come last night and stole a katana and dropped the scabbard when someone came to check. But, the tape hasn't been broken and the person would've been caught in those tapes. #3: A murderer must've planned their killing spree and dropped their scabbard when someone came to check. Okay, that last theory confused the raven-haired duck, from that theory. As he ponders and ponders, the raven-haired duck got a phone call from Christopher Featherson, the same person he met at the pharmacy.)

Christopher: Hey, Casey… You have a minute? Sorry I had to call you at this hour…

M.C.: No no, it's fine. We could talk for a minute.

Christopher: So, how was everything today?

M.C.: Pretty good, I've talked with my co-workers, met this one girl named Glendy Vasquack, who seemed to be quite weird. She talked with me a little, and then I made my co-worker upset with me.

Christopher: How did you make him upset?

M.C.: Well, she mentioned something about the abandoned money bin.

Christopher: The abandoned money bin, eh? Reminds me of how Officer Quacker told me about the letter he had which was torn apart when he found it. He showed me what was left of the letter. Jesus… I'll never know why would someone commit suicide...

M.C.: Oh… Felt so bad about them… Letter? ( Hmmm… I should get to the bottom of this. ) Anyways, I tripped over a scabbard that might've belonged to someone.

Christopher: ... Meet me tomorrow, 18:37…

M.C.: Uhh… Okay… I guess…

(The raven-haired duck hangs up the phone and walks to the bathroom to wash up for dinner. Cuz what else he could do at this time?

Scene 3: At the Police Station/A Letter/Goldie o'Gilt
(The next day, M.C. went to the police station first to find more info about Scrooge and the abandoned money bin. Christopher texted the raven-haired duck on which station he saw the police officer and talked with. He hoped that he would find the next clues. The raven-haired duck thought to himself if it's a good idea to talk to a police officer about this. He can't say 'Hi, I'm a random citizen and I want to talk about a dead person and the abandoned place I almost went in!'. The fuss will send him to jail or worse… THE ASYLUM ! The poor raven-haired duck sweats a little and takes a deep breath.)

M.C.: I don't know if this was a good idea. I would be considered insane! But, if this was to find another clue of Scrooge McDuck, well, it'll be worth it… (he walks inside the station.)

M.C.: H-hey, officer Quacker. I just moved in and someone told me about you and Scrooge McDuck… My name is M.C... M.C. Tristan…

(The raven-haired duck had entered the front desk to talk to the officer, however, he still had a gut feeling that this would result in him getting arrested or sent to the asylum for his ‘insanity’. However…)

Officer Paul Quacker: Scrooge McDuck… That’s a name I hadn’t heard of since… I mean, sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about… I think you got the wrong person.

(Ever since the horrible incident, the police officer had been a wreck. The one person, who he tried to help and try to give him therapy, had somehow killed his nephew and committed suicide after his family was killed in a plane accident. Unable to cope with the guilt that he could’ve prevented this if he headed to the manor sooner and stopped him from killing himself. But, what’s the point, the officer couldn’t do anything about it. He had to accept the fact that Scrooge is dead and there’s nothing he could do to prevent this. But now, some random guy, not reporting a crime or murder, since…, but something about Scrooge McDuck. How is he gonna get himself out of this? He can’t just arrest the duck in black clothing or take him away. What kind of police would he be? It would’ve been like the ones in our today’s society. Yeah…)

M.C.: Look, I don’t want to waste your time. I had a horrible day yesterday, and I don’t want to anger anyone here too…

Officer Paul: I don’t want to waste yours or mines either but I doubt you’re that sane to mention something like this. (gets up from his chair)

M.C.: Sir, please. You must know anything about the death of Scrooge McDuck. I mean how did he died? Why did he die? Why hasn’t anyone told me anything about the damn Money Bin shutting down after the old rich duck died? I just want to know what happened to him.

The police officer then sighed in despair and looked at the raven-haired duck

Officer Paul: Look, if you wanted to know why Scrooge McDuck was a rich duck who committed suicide and… I was unable to save him… Come in. Somewhere where no one can hear.

(M.C. followed Officer Quacker to a different room, even if it means having the security involved and kicking him out. The officer sat next to the raven-haired duck as he puts his hands on the table.)

Officer Paul: This is a file of THE Scrooge McDuck. He was the richest duck in Duckburg. He was known for his adventures as he would tell me. He also told me, he has a family, 1 nephew and 3 grand nephews, but he never told me any other family member as he would get nervous and would change the subject. Then, one day, he eventually...

M.C.: He what? Why did he commit suicide?

(The officer didn't say anything but get up from the chair and walked over to fix the files. The raven-haired duck sighed as the officer fixes the files and stuff like that.)

M.C.: I understand if you don’t want to talk about it. I guess I should go…”

Officer Paul: Very well… But you can come back anytime if you wanted to talk…

(Saddened, the raven-haired duck left the office, but as he walked out, he saw something. It was a letter that was torn apart.)

M.C.: A letter?

(Without the police officer looking, M.C. grabs the two pieces of the letter and left. As he walked out, he got a text message from Christopher.)

Christopher F.: Just to remind you, meet me at 18:37.

Mercury T.: Okay, but where?

Christopher F.: Near the entrance of the Money Bin…

(This made the raven-haired duck pale. He couldn’t go back there, not after what happened with the inventor and that weird girl. But, he hoped that he has any more info about the dead billionaire. At 6:37, the raven-haired duck eventually came to the Money Bin where he nearly went. He looked at the clock and waited for the blue-dyed duck to arrive. He wonders if this was an excuse for him to look at the place himself.)

Goldie: I see you’re here as well.

(The voice made him turn around, seeing a golden hair duck.)

M.C.: Uhhh… Yeah… Just waiting for my friend to arrive…

Goldie: Oh, pardon me. I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Goldie o’Glit.

M.C.: I’m M.C. Tristan… I preferred to be called either Mercury or Casey.

Goldie: So, you worked as a disk jockey?

M.C.: Oh, I get that a lot. I remembered the number of times back at college that I was asked if I wanted to play as the DJ for a p-p-party. You know.

Goldie: Yeah. I can see that…

M.C.: Why are you here?

Goldie: Uh, well, I… Oh, look your friend is here.

(The blue-hair-dyed duck walked to where M.C. and Goldie are standing.)

Christopher: Ah, hey, M.C.

M.C.: H-hey, Chris... Now, since we're all here. I guess we should explain the scabbard I found yesterday...

Christopher: Right.

(Goldie froze at the word ‘scabbard’.)

Goldie: ''Oh god. Don’t tell me he has the-''

(M.C. took out the scabbard and handed it to Christopher.)

(All this time, the raven-haired duck had the scabbard and somehow found it here. How am I going to tell him it's mine?! She feared that he would send it to the cops and get her into trouble. There must be a way to take back the scabbard with no consequences. Unless...)

Goldie: Hey, I know the scabbard somewhere.

M.C.: You do?

Goldie Well, yeah. Let me explain. (walked near the police tape as she looked at the raven-haired duck) I was out that night, two nights ago...

(Two nights ago, the golden-haired was going near the police tape as she looked at the money bin one last time as she sighed due to the death of Scrooge McDuck affected her.

She looked around to make sure that no police officer finds out that she was breaking into the restricted area. As she crawls past the police tape, she got up and walked up to the money bin and then sat down onto the bridge to the money bin. She would then lay down on the bridge and stop to think.)

**BANG**

Goldie: Oh, what now. (gets up)

(She noticed that it was a trashcan and saw a brunette walking to where she was)

Glendy: G-ghosts, demons, and possibly angels from the below on which you call a sinful place. Are you all still enraged that I bust into a restricted area? I'll make it up to y'all.

Goldie: Oh fuck... The brunette's coming back... Gotta make a move before she calls the fuss... (hid under the bridge as she waits for the weird brunette to leave. She ran off to get back to the hideout, but what she hadn't noticed that she left the scabbard behind.)

(flashback end)

Goldie: I was going for a late-night stroll and just noticed the scabbard and since it's a restrictive area, I couldn't go back to get it. But, it's great to notice that you got it before me. (grabs the scabbard) Well, it's great knowing you, boys! Gotta go!

(The golden-haired duck ran off from the money bin, leaving M.C. and Christopher behind, confused)

M.C.: What's that about?

Christopher: I don't know, she probably was scared about the bin over there. The scabbard looked awfully familiar.

M.C.: What do you mean by that?

Christopher: I know I've seen that scabbard before. It was next to the library. I was going to find some stress-free books when... I saw that scabbard and its sword. I didn't care for it until you brought it up. But when I went out, it disappeared. However, I would continue to see it, everywhere I go. I was worried that someone was following me, but I didn't mind. Unfortunately, I don't know where it belongs to. I mean it could've belonged to anyone.

M.C.: Goldie?

Christopher: No, not her. The blondie is probably taking it back to the proper authorities.

M.C.: But what if she's part of a gang? What if she'll come back and rob-

Christopher: Mercury, she's not. You're just a little stressed out from yesterday.

M.C.: But-

Christopher: Look, why don't you just go home and get some rest for the rest of the night? I mean, Goldie seems to be a generous gal. I mean, what else is for her to be?

M.C.: So, why did you call me to come over here.

Christopher: (looked back at the bin and turned back to M.C.) Well, I've been getting a lot of memos of a so-called rumor and in the note, it says 'any pictures to show proof of the rumor being true and stuff. Anyone with the great photo will join... me...' Bet they want to break into this place. (chuckled) What do you think-

(The blue-dyed-haired duck noticed the nervous duck disappeared)

Christopher: (sighing) Guess he understood my word about going home..."

( Meanwhile... )

Helga: What do you mean you lost the scabbard?! You do realize this will get us into trouble?!

Goldie o'Gilt: Ma'am, I didn't know how it happened! I was at the money bin last night after the visit to the graveyard, mourning for Scrooge…

(The figure groaned from that statement when she heard the name 'Scrooge'. Every time Goldie came back from the graveyard and the money bin, she would ALWAYS talk about how they met and how she abandoned him and came back to him years later. That sickens the figure so much about the blondie's dead lover.)

Helga: Again?! Ugh! He's gone, Goldie! You got to stop visiting him!

Goldie: Ma'am, it's been a few weeks since his death and I still hadn't got over it…

Helga: I don't care about him or his death, I cared about the scabbard! The scabbard!

Goldie: Now, calm down. I've gotten the scabbard back and I came back a little late-

Helga: Late... Yeah right. You came late because you stayed to mourn that deadbeat rich bastard!

(The blondie stood silent)

Goldie: Ma'am, why would you say such a thing to a dead person like… He is one of the successful billionaires in Duckburg…

Helga: Yeah, until he somehow died. Plus, he isn't the richest duck anymore, Flintheart is. Too bad I never got to see him. I would've stabbed him when I have the chance. I hoped one day that I find that graveyard and spit on his grave…

Goldie: Okay… That was a bit rude.

(The golden-haired duck left the figure's office. As the door closes, the figure sighs and slowly opened the blinds, looking at the city of Duckburg. She saw the blue-haired duck, walking to where her assistant, Goldie, would've gone first when the city rest. In a suspicious look, she stared at him for a little while.

Helga: What is that man doing…

(Behind her, there was a blade on the table and a list of targets to murder.)

(To be Continue)