A New Day in Duckburg

A New Day in Duckburg is the first chapter of DuckTales: Insanity AU.

Scene 1: Moving into Duckburg/Job Interview/Meeting New Friends
(In an almost empty room, the raven-haired figure, whose name is referred to as M.C. Tristan, which sounds like an unnamed protagonist, hears the alarm and wakes up to turn it off. He yawns and looks at the calendar. Today is the day for his job interview and for him to move to Duckburg. He has been planning this move ever since he and his friend had a chat about Duckburg and how it was known as a strange yet peaceful place. According to the raven-haired duck, he used to live there until his father had him and his wife move to Anneville because he dislikes the doctors in Duckburg for a particular reason.)

M.C. Tristan: Well… Today's the day…I guess...

(He gets out of his bed to change his clothes and then sighs)

M.C.: If I don't get the job, I guess I have to go with Seth's job plan B.

(The raven-haired looks over to the notebook with 'Plan B' written on it, saying 'Go watch the neighbors' plants or go paint watching'.

M.C.: It'll be worth it…

(He put his notebook in the box labeled 'Notes' and taped the box. He walked from his now empty house to his car with boxes inside of it as he calls his friend, Seth Damon.)

M.C.: Look, I'll be moving into the apartment where you lived. I know it's a small place but it's the only option on where to move… Plus, what's wrong with a place with couches and an office in the entrance, a hot tub, a pool, and that one room you mentioned. … About my what? (the duck in a sweater questioned and rolled his eyes.) Seth, I'll be fine. Sure, I have a fear of clo-", (he paused at the word 'clock' and then continued.) And I'm schizophrenic, but I'll make the most of it. Plus, they say it's a peaceful and perfect place to live. And that is a tongue twister. I still can't believe I'm going back to my childhood hometown. I'll see what I missed, how everything changed when I left, maybe I'll make new friends, and I'll even find a therapist to help me with my disorder. And maybe... Just maybe... I'll reunite with my childhood friends… We've never seen each other since I moved… Gotta go, Seth…

(The raven-haired hangs up and looks at a picture of Donald and Della when they were young.

M.C.: Can't wait to see you guys again...

)He then got into his car and drove from Anneville, passing the "You're now leaving Anneville… See you real soon!", to Duckburg, passing the sign "Welcome to Duckburg!" as he looked around the said city.

In Duckburg, things have changed since he moved out from there. As he drove, he could see that something was off. The environment seems low and cloudy and some are smiling, some are just saddened, and some, ain't right. At the right by the stoplight, he could see that a female duck is putting up a poster about a rumor in Duckburg. M.C. looked at the girl with brunette hair and then thought to himself, Wait, they never told me about her randomly putting up these posters nor the environment... He was about to ask her when the light turned green. He sighed and drove to the interview as he decided to walk around town later on. As he looks around to see what else has changed, he sees that he's now at Glomgold Industries and stops the car. He got out of the car and took a breath.)

M.C.: Okay... Here I go

(inside the building)

Flintheart Glomgold: (holds a file in his hand) Alright, Mr. M.C. Tristan. Is that correct or are you tryin' to keep your real name a secret just to work for me?

"Well, it is my name but I'm only called that by my closest people… My name is actually Mercury-'' said M.C., but was then interrupted by the CEO.

Flintheart: Mercury?! I'm guessing that your parents had a thing for planets.

M.C.: Actually, my mom did have that interest but my dad was different since-

Flintheart: I don't want to hear it. Are we gonna do this interview or just talk about your name and parents?

(The nervous duck sat silently and looked at the CEO without trying to cause a scene with the CEO.)

Flintheart: Anyways, why do you want this job?.

M.C.: Well, I was told by someone I knew back in Anneville, saying that there was a job interview opening, so I knew that I had to go there since I was moving to Duckburg at the same time. Isn't that a coincidence?! (laughs)

Flintheart: Right… Do you have any weaknesses? If ya do, I won't laugh nor insult you.

M.C.: Well, I kinda have a fear of clocks and couldn't even look at it without having a mental breakdown…

(The CEO began laughing right after M.C. said that. He frowned as the CEO slowly stopped laughing.)

Flintheart: Sorry, but fears of clocks?! God! I can't stop laughin' from this statement. But, I'm willing to take out any clocks to avoid your mental breakdown.

M.C.: Okay.

Flintheart: Do you have a family?

M.C.: N-no! None, yet.

Flintheart: Good, good, just checking… Otherwise, I would've been reminded by someone I used to know…

M.C.: Wait, who?

He was wondering who is someone that the Scottish CEO knows about but he didn't answer and continues with the questions.

Flintheart: So, why don't you talk about yourself?

M.C.: Well, I was actually born in Duckburg but had to move from this town all because of my dad was, as my mom would put it, a little quacked up in the head, but she still loves him. We never had any family moments because of my dad's condition but they never... neglected me. But they never told me how they met and how they got married.

Flintheart: I see… Well, I don't have any more questions. So, I guess you're hired. Welcome to Glomgold Industries, Mr. Tristan.

M.C.: Gee… Thanks, Mr. Glomgold…

Flintheart: However, while I won't tell what your job is here, you might be given a task from me, even if you're new here. (Flintheart Glomgold mentioned as he takes out a file from his desk.) Here, take it.

M.C.: (grabs the file and reads) 'Many Reasons Why Flintheart Glomgold is the Richest Duck in the World'? Umm… I don't know, sir. I mean isn't it narcissistic?

Flintheart: No, it's more of self-promotion. But in all seriousness, you should get going and work on this or else!

M.C.: (whimpered) Y-yes, sir, sorry sir!

(M.C. quickly ran out of Flintheart's office and was about to run back to the car when he bumps into someone.)

Gyro Gearloose: OW! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! GOD!"

M.C.: Sorry, I just need to get to the car to unpack some stuff for where my new house is.

Gyro: Well, watch where you're going next time…Say, you must be the new intern…

M.C.: No, I'm the new worker here…

Gyro: Whatever… My name is Gyro Gearloose if you're going to ask who I am… But call me Dr. Gearloose." introducing the inventor.

M.C.: I'm M.C. Tristan… But I would tell you my full name-

Gyro: Look, I can't deal with anyone right now. I already had to deal with two horrible incidents and now I have to deal with a worker whose possible habit is bumping into people!

M.C.: Look, I was sorry. I was in a hurry- Wait, incident? What happened? Did anyone get hurt? Did anyone die? Who were the victims?!

Gyro: Look, I know you're being a bit nosey but let me tell you this. Those two incidents are… just too hard to talk about… And even if I did-

M.C.: What? Why did you stop? You know you can always tell-

Gyro: Uhh… FORGET WHAT I SAID EARLIER!

(The inventor burst into anger before leaving the poor duck behind.)

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera: I'm sorry about Dr. Gearloose. He's not usually like that before. But he does have anger issues...

M.C.: Well, that explains his attitude…

Fenton: So, you're new here right?

M.C.: Yes… I was told that this town is known for its… nature.

Fenton: True, true. I'm Fenton by the way.

M.C.: Nice to meet you, F-Fenton… I preferred to be called M.C…

Fenton: Nice to meet you too, M.C. It's great to see another intern here.

M.C.: Actually, I'm here as a worker, but same here. I just got one question…

Fenton: Sure, what is it?

M.C.: What does he mean by 'incident'?

(That shocked the intern, hearing about what happened or something like that. )

Fenton: What incident? There was no incident! Gyro was making this up just to confuse you!

M.C. was concerned about why he was nervous. First Gyro and now Fenton?

M.C.: I don't think he was making this up.

Fenton: He was! Really! It's not like it's true!

M.C.: Fenton, just tell me. You can't lie all the time.

Fenton was beginning to tear up and as M.C. was about to say something, the intern burst in tears.

Fenton: JUST… NEVERMIND!

(M.C. was shocked and confused as he walked to the car. He opens the door and closes it and drives to his new place. I wonder what has gotten into him. )

Scene 2: Moving in/Nightmare/Note
(When the sweater-wearing duck arrived at the apartment, the manager showed him his room.)

Manager: And this is where you'll be living. If there are any problems with your kinky neighbor-

M.C.: Don't worry about Seth. He's kinda friendly and maybe a little weird… But I don't see anything wrong about him.

Manager: Well then, but if he does anything to ya, (she takes out a pepper spray, which somehow she has a collection of pepper sprays. And no, she only kept these just in case of a rapist attemptin' to strip her down ) Use this. It works on anyone.

M.C.: Uhhh… okay? (he closes the door) Alright, first I need to unpack. Then, off to work…

(A few minutes later, after putting the books on the shelves, puts clothes in the closet, and puts the picture frames on the walls or tables, M.C. was on his bed, pondering and pondering what was wrong with them. He was told that Duckburg was a perfect town with perfect happy people, but those people don't seem very happy, instead, they look depressed, like if someone died in front of them, which it did happen except with dying in front of them. He understands they didn't want to talk about it, but he wants them to tell him what was bothering them, even if he isn't a parent. He sometimes wishes that he isn't schizophrenic and that he didn't have chronomentrophobia, so he can look at a clock without having a mental breakdown. As he taps his pencil on the notebook he's been told to write on and tries to concentrate, he starts to get tired. The raven-haired would try to keep himself awake and not fail this task so that his boss, Flintheart wouldn't scream at him. He slowly falls asleep but only to wake up with a shock when he hears something.

M.C.: Who's there?! Don't come any closer!

(He looks around to see if anyone's in the room right now. He then saw something he has never seen before. Because of his schizophrenia, he saw a memory, not his memory, but someone else's memory. It had a glitching screen with a woman, bracing before the screen went to black.)

M.C.: No... No... No!

(He pushed the button as he could try to bring the woman back but with no success. Eventually, he failed to bring her back. He dropped to the floor and teared up.)

"I hope you're happy..."

M.C.: But... I... I j-just wanted to help her...

"Would you help her by leaving her in SPACE?! NOT TO BE HEARD FROM AGAIN?! KEEPING HER EXISTENCE LIKE IT'S NOTHING?!"

M.C.: Wait, what...

(He is then picked up by the voice's hands.)

"AREN'T YOU A LIAR AND A MONSTER?!"

"YOU'RE A MONSTER! A LIAR! NO-GOOD!"

M.C.: STAY AWAY! PLEASE! LEAVE ME ALONE!

(He struggles to get out, he twists and turns, but it's no use. As he was about to scream, he looked to see the voice who grabbed him was a figure with blue clothing.

M.C.: It can't be… Who are you?!

The little blue figure grows angry and attempts to end M.C. when he then wakes up, in a cold sweat. The raven-haired looked around to see that he's still in his room. He took deep breaths and wondered what was all that about. " W-who, who was he and why is he angry at me? Then, as he was going to continue, he heard a knock on the door. He walked over to the bathroom and uses water on his face. " It's just a dream, M.C., it's just a dream... ". When he walked to the door and opened it, he saw that no one was there. " Ding dong ditchers ", he thought and was about to go back when he saw a note on the door.

M.C.: "Meet me at the pub. - Seth D." I should've told Seth I have work to do.

(He sighed and then thought it was something important.)

M.C.: Maybe, I could go there for a few minutes."

(M.C. puts the note away and proceeds to go to where Seth is, hopefully, to tell him about what happened when he first returns to Duckburg and what happened in his room. He sighed that it would be a foolish idea to tell him since he could be considered crazy and insane. As he drives, he ponders and ponders on what to tell Seth as he drives there.)

Scene 3: At the bar/A little Talk/Meeting Helga Diabolus
(Inside the bar, the raven-haired duck walks inside, looking for Seth. As he walked, he saw many people either drinking or throwing darts. Two people in the back were starting a fight but one person tried to stop it. A couple went to the closet and does God knows what they're doin' . One was vaping, cuz using cigarettes would be outdated for some peeps . The black-haired duck puts his hoodie on and continues walking until…)

Seth Damon: Hey! Mercury! You made it! Hic

(The white-haired duck with a drunk and seductive look was waving at the nervous raven-haired duck. He walked to where the drunk duck was sitting.)

M.C.: Uhhh, hey Seth. I got your note but why didn't you text me instead? I don't think anyone puts notes on doors anymore...

Seth: Nah, I only did that so that manager doesn't see my 'texts'. She doesn't trust me, I don't trust her.

(This actually made M.C. and the narrator shocked on how could she read his text if Seth kept his phone at all times, probably because of his suspicious behavior whenever he called M.C. and talked to him in a weird way and how the number of times when he texts him, he would rarely moan or smile in a weird way. )

M.C.: I see that you have already drunk some… shots…

Seth: Yeah, hic I only drink once a week, don't want to end up six feet underground. Hic How is she to you?

M.C.: Well, she's kinda strict and somehow has a pepper spray collection. And come to think of it, about the 'manager not seeing your texts' thing, it seems that she doesn't trust you.

Seth: Mercury, it happens every time. I got used to it. I just hope she understands the reason why.

M.C.: Look, there's something that I wanted to tell you.

Seth: Sure, go ahead. I'll try to stay stable. Mostly because of my shots.

M.C.: While I was working on an assignment that Flintheart gave me, I kinda fell asleep and-

(Seth falls to the table and sobers from the shots he drank. The nervous duck sighs as the bartender give him a cup of water. He holds his cup as he continues explaining.)

M.C.: There was this boy in blue clothing, but not like Little Boy Blue. He was somehow upset at me all because I somehow left 'her' in space, not to be heard from again… I don't know who she was but after this nightmare, I can't look at space the same way… (he looked at the sky.) I wonder… How did she get into space in the first place… I just hope she's okay. I mean who would be crazy enough to get stranded in space with no food or water or oxygen?

Helga Diabolus: Well, hey there boys… (A hand was on the raven-haired duck's hand as he notices the person who put her hand on him.) Here for a drink, ay?

M.C.: Uhh… No-no. I'm just havin' water. I'm not an alcoholic. Unlike my friend there… (He looks at his white hair friend who's waking.

Seth: Okay, I'm up… What do you- (he looked at the bombshell in a red dress matching her red hair) Oh god… Not you… If it's about offering me a drink, I already had my shots. Damn bimbo...

M.C.: I'm Casey Tristan… But I preferred to be called M.C.

Helga: Well, it's great to know a fine gentleman like you and it's also 'great' to already know your friend with still has a drunk attitude…

Seth: Yeah… I'll try to get my 'drinking addiction' out of the window… Which I don't even have... " (he attempts to reach his pocket knife but holds his hand from it just to make sure he doesn't cause a scene in the bar .)

Helga: So, have you ever thought of dating?

M.C.: Well, I never thought of that…

Seth: I do...

Helga: Well, it looks like he actually thought of dating despite his drinking issues

Seth: Yeah… But I'm only going to pick someone who isn't a total bit-

(M.C. covered his mouth and forced a smile.)

M.C.: Well, isn't he just quirky or something?

Helga: Well, M.C., I have thought of dating but it's always hard to find a perfect guy with the perfect hair, the perfect personality, the perfect eyes, and no drinking-"

Seth: We get it, Helga! Mercury, may we have a conversation, alone?

(Seth drags M.C. to the washroom.)

Helga: Yeah… Go to the restroom… That's where you boys had to go for a conversation…

(Inside the washroom, the two polar opposites were beginning their conversation with the white-haired duck in a huff look.)

Seth: Do you even know who she is?!

M.C.: Well, no… We just met…

Seth: That's the point! That hooker is not other than Helga Diabolus, also known as Hellish Red Helga. She got that name from wearing all of this red to match her hair color. Ever since she got fame from her bikini modeling, she became the most popular model in Duckburg, mostly from horny men like me except I don't find her that attractive.

M.C.: What?

Seth: What? But anyway, she and I never had a good relationship. I can't stand her constant accusations of me drinking a lot and worse, had to deal with her flaunting just because she looks that hot. But what baffles me is that she always leaves some details of what could be her plans. That excuse of a model thinks that I wouldn't find her plans but I got half of the proof I needed. Take a look.

(He took out a photo of a-)

Seth: D'oh, damn it! I got the wrong picture!

(The white-haired duck yelled, who didn't let me finish my statement. Now, the readers will never know what the photo was! )

Seth: You know what, forget the photo. What my point is that she is most likely hiding something… But I don't know what… What do you think, Mercury?

(He turned around to see M.C. had left.)

"M.C.? Mercury? (the white duck sighs) The poor boy had to run, didn't he? Well, I guess I could do something in that room.

Scene 4: Back at Work/Pharmacy/Meeting Christopher
(The next day, M.C. gave his Scottish boss the files and the task he was given.)

Flintheart: Hmm… Okay… Okay… Well, Mercury, since you did a good job on this despite your sweat being on the paper, I hate to admit but congrats. You did what I asked you to do. Unlike my workers here... Why don't you go to ye work station while I read this in private?

M.C.: Y-yes, sir.

(He was given a map to his station and left the room for Flintheart to criticize the paper.)

Flintheart: What kind of worker would write with sweat and scribbles?

(The raven-haired duck walked to his station location, only to realize it was a damn janitor closet.)

M.C.: Well, it's better than being an accountant or an intern… Oh, hey Fenton! (he noticed the intern)

Fenton: M.C., hey, it's great to see you again.

M.C.: Look, about yesterday, I didn't mean to mention… You know…

Fenton: That? Oh, it was nothing. It happens a lot, some people mention that thing but I got used to it… Barely… But anyway, how was yesterday? Did anything happened after your job interview?

M.C.: Well, I was unpacking everything in my new home and I was given a pepper spray just in case by the manager, I'm still concerned about her pepper spray collection… But when I was working on a task, I suddenly had this weird daydream where-"

Seth: Alright, enough chit chat, we got work to do. Oh, hey Mercury.

M.C.: Seth?! You work here too?!

Seth: Well, I have to work two jobs such as this job every other day since Mr. Glomgold pays me less than you guys. Except for Fenton, the intern here."

Fenton: Si… True true.

M.C.: Look, what am I trying to say is-

Seth: Mercury, we can talk after work, but right now, we need to do what we're supposed to do.

Fenton: Maybe after work, we could go to the park where coin-operated binoculars are. But we don't use it much.

M.C: How come?"

Fenton: No reason…

(That answer confused M.C.)

M.C.: Look, I'd love to come with you guys, but I have a prescription to pick up at the same time… But don't worry, I'll be there on time. I promise.

Fenton: ..Okay then! See you there!

(The intern walks back to his station, the same goes to the white-haired duck who shrugged. M.C. thought to himself as he grabs the mop from the closet, " What did Fenton mean by no reason? ". After work, M.C. walked to the pharmacy to get the antipsychotic pills. As he walked, the nervous duck looks around to see many businesses and more people. He was nervous around many new people he has never seen before. He wanted to talk to them but he didn't have the guts to do so. The people seem to be in a calm mood this time as he walked around in town. As he walked, he saw the same poster of the rumor the brunette put up. He grabs the poster, folds it, and puts it in his pocket, and then continues walking. He arrives at the pharmacy and opens the door. Inside the pharmacy, there were four people inside with different prescriptions. A woman, with beautiful blonde hair and bandages around her, has a prescription for painkillers, another woman, with brunette hair, has a prescription for a different type of nasal spray, just to make sure that it doesn't happen again, Easter egg, eh? A brown-haired man has a prescription for someone with the flu, and another man with a hat is holding a prescription for anti-stress pills.The raven-haired duck walked to the counter.)

M.C.: Hey, uhh, I would like to make a prescription for antipsychotic pills…

Pharmacist: (writes on the clipboard) Name?

(M.C. was in the decision between one of his names, Mercury or Casey . He sighed)

M.C.: Casey Tristan…

Pharmacist: (writes on his clipboard again) Go take a seat.

M.C.: Okay.

(Surprisingly, he sat two seats away from the hat-wearing duck. As he looked at the hat-wearing duck, he took a deep breath.)

M.C.: Umm… So, you're also getting meds?

Christopher Featherson: Too many stress problems. I can't risk dying from stress.

M.C.:Hm. Schizophrenia. Had it ever since. I would always see many weird things back in Anneville like that floating zebra or two chairs that drink tea.

Christopher: Yeah. Did they have a British accent?

M.C.: Sorta

Christopher: ... What an awful stereotype…

M.C.: Quick question, what's with the hat?

Christopher: It's nothing. I just need to use it from the sun.

M.C.: We're not under the sun…

(The hat-wearing duck then sighs and took off his hat, revealing a sparkling blue-dyed-hair.)

Christopher: I'm Christopher Featherson.

M.C.: M.C…

Christopher: M.C.? Sounds like a DJ's title. (chuckles) But seriously, what is your name?

M.C.: Well, it's short for Mercury Casey. My mom named my first name after the planet Mercury because she has an interest in planets.

Christopher: Planets? Like the ones outside of Earth?

M.C.: Yeah, I remembered that she used to show me pictures of many planets!

Christopher: Wow, you must've known your mum's interests. But, how did you get the name 'Casey'?

M.C.: Easy, it was a unisex name! (snickers) making both Christopher and himself snickers)

Christopher: To be honest, my last name isn't Featherson. That's actually my wife's surname. My last name is actually-

(Just when Christopher was about to finish, he heard the pharmacist say his name.)

Pharmacist: Mr. Featherson?

(The British duck walks to the counter and grabs his prescription and gives his phone number to M.C.)

M.C.: I'll call you later, I guess.

(A few minutes later, the raven-haired duck arrives at the park where the intern and the white-haired duck are by in between the benches and coin-operated binoculars.)

M.C.: Sorry, I'm late. It took me 19 minutes to get my prescription.

Seth: Hey, no worries. At least you came here before Gyro, who is taking a more than a minute to get here... While we wait, we should get something."

Fenton: Good idea.

Seth: So, Fenton, you must've rebound so quickly after what happened.

Fenton: Well, I'm not fully rebounded yet. Whenever anyone asked me about it, well you know.

(As Seth and Fenton are having a conversation, the raven-haired duck walked to the binoculars and saw something in the distance, a building with a dollar sign. He puts the coin in the binoculars and looks to see that it is, you guessed it, the old money bin.)

Glendy Vasquack: Hey, ain't that the good ol' money bin?

(The same brunette girl, in a red shirt and blue skirt, who put up the rumor poster, stood right next to the jacket-wearing duck.)

Glendy: Oh, sorry. You didn't catch my name. I'm Glendy. Glendy Vasquack.

M.C.: Uhh, M.C… M.C. Tristan. Is that what you mean by that building?

Glendy: Yeah, that place over there. Oh, that's the money bin. It has been in that state since the death of Scrooge McDuck. There's even a rumor based on it.

M.C.: Rumor? (the raven-haired duck took out the poster he folded and reads it.)

Glendy: According to that rumor, ever since the poor and saddening death of Scrooge McDuck, the money bin has been closed down and locked up from many tourists who would plan to go inside and take some souvenir. However, it was a good thing it closed down. 'Cause, the place was haunted!

M.C.: H-haunted?!

Glendy: Yeah, I even experience it myself. Late at night, I was at the money bin, doing what normal girls do.

Flashback
( Two nights ago, Glendy was outside near the abandoned money bin, puts flowers all over the place, spinning around.)

Glendy: Then, there was this girl on the window staring at me.

( The brunette looked at the mirror and saw her reflection. "Hey! What are you lookin' at? Stop copying me!" argued the duck with no shoes.)

Glendy: As I fought the girl in the window, I heard a voice inside. Not a security guard voice, but rather an eerie voice.

( The voice, sounding like someone was moaning but in a soft way, got the attention of the brunette. "Hello? Is anyone there? Was it you, copycat?!" The voice continues with different voices, 'All his fault', 'He did this to me', He killed all of us…', and then it started saying the same words, 'He lied, and We died'. As it continues, the brunette backed up slowly in fear and shaking before it screamed, 'HE LIED, AND WE DIED!'. It scared the girl so much, she ran from the money bin.)

Glendy: Then, I ran and ran, escaping from those horrible voices.

Present Day
(Back to the present, the brunette finished her story about what happened to M.C., who's now shocked and concerned.)

Glendy: And that's why I thought of putting up posters, so they can know the truth and my experience… The end! (with her eyes crossed, sits down and looks at the view. Money bin? Scrooge McDuck? Death? That's what Mr. Glomgold meant by someone he used to know! I got to know more about this!)

M.C.: Hey, Glendy, thanks for your talk and all but I have to go where I must be! (he runs to find more about the late Scrooge McDuck)

Glendy: Okay, see ya later, new friend! If you survive…

(To be continue...)