Bar-hops, Chasers, Sunsets (DuckTales 2017)
Sunset's Isekai
By Wanderer D
Bar-hops, Chasers, Sunsets (DuckTales 2017)
"I'm telling you; he's acting weird."
"Oh, come on! It's probably something stupid. The investors giving him a hard time, or something equally pointless. We've seen him pacing in this hallway plenty of times."
"With a highly-advanced chest of some sort that is marked with several warning signs, as well as chains wrapped around it?"
"... okay. I will grant that—that specifically—is not normal."
"So what are we doing about it?"
"Gah! What are you doing here?!"
"We could hear you all the way down from the other side of the mansion."
"...I still can't get over seeing her here. Like. Wow. Suddenly you're resurrected."
"Thanks? Also, I have a name, you know?"
"Hey boys, what's going on? Oh no. Is that what I think it is?"
"Mom?!"
"Come on kids! I have a score to settle!"
"Wait!"
"Come on! Before the door closes!"
The silver bell chimed and Sunset looked up, seeing no-one for a moment, then she heard it: grumbling and the sound of something heavy being dragged in, followed by more grumbling, until she could see an old duck in a vest and a tophat dragging in a large chest into the middle of the bar's floor and letting it down with a thump. "Curse me kilts! That thing gets heavier every time!"
"If it isn't Scrooge McDuck," Sunset said with a grin serving up a couple of shot glasses and placing them on the table. "I've missed you, you old quack. It's been quite a few jumps since you were last here. Why don't you have a drink on the house?"
"Ah, Miss Sunset," Scrooge replied, smiling back. "Always a treat to see you, lass. You'll have to forgive me, things have been a wee out of whack lately." He stretched his back, making it crack, then gave Sunset a bemused look.
He was about to say something else when, quite suddenly, the door to the bar slammed open and a bunch of much younger ducks landed in a heap on the floor, one of them even rolling past the others to smack against the box with an "oof!" while the last young duck rolled under Scrooge himself, making him trip and fall with a surprised quack.
There was some grumbling and pushing until the children were separated from the adults, but then the young duck in blue saw Sunset and he scampered back to the wall, screeching out, "ALIEN!"
"Gah!" The others also backed against the wall, all except…
"I guess I was right."
Sunset's eyes narrowed. "Della Duck."
"Sunset Shimmer." Della made her way to the bar and slammed her fist on it. "You've got some nerve showing your featherless face here."
"This is my bar, Della," Sunset hissed, leaning over. "If anything, you're the one that shouldn't be here."
Without breaking eye-contact, each very slowly and deliberately picked their respective shot glass and downed the contents in one go.
"That'll be two bits," Sunset growled.
Della crossed her arms. "I heard you say to Uncle Scrooge it was on the house."
"Yes," Sunset said, "for him. You, on the other hand…"
"I don't have gold on me!"
"Big surprise!" Sunset snorted.
The younger ducks stared at the stare-off for a few seconds, and then looked at each other.
"I feel like I'm missing something here," Huey said.
Dewey shrugged. "Mom knows a lot of people."
Huey smacked his brother. "But she's not even a known species!"
"Does it matter?" Louie asked, glancing around excitedly. "Can you imagine how much money you can make with a bar that appears anywhere you want it to be at any point in time?!" He rubbed his hands together, a grin spreading on his face.
"Kids!" Scrooge hollered when he finally managed to get back on his feet. "What the blazes are you doing here?!"
"Ordering a drink!" Louie stated, smiling pleasantly at Sunset as he casually jumped onto one of the seats at the bar and grabbed a menu. "What's a Moloko Plus, and can I have two?"
"You are NOT drinking any alcohol," Della snapped, removing the menu from Louie's hands.
"Aww."
"So…" the younger of the two girls in the back ventured, approaching the bar, "What is this place? I'm Webby, by the way! Is this really an interdimensional bar?! How many universes have you visited? Are you an ex-high-level-adventurer that put down her sword for a quiet life after saving the universe?" She gasped. "Can I get a job here?!"
Sunset blinked. "I don't think—"
"Easy there, Webby," the slightly older girl said, placing a hand on her younger friend's shoulder. "You're a little too young to work at a bar."
"Aww."
The elder girl that had spoken shook her head, glancing around warily. "Plus I feel weird here, like Duckworth is about to jump out of the walls or something."
Sunset raised an eyebrow. "Duckworth?"
"Oh," Webby said, "Lena just means Mr. McDuck's ghost butler."
"Good instincts." Sunset laughed, smiling at Lena "but there is— currently—no ghost in here."
Lena narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying that at other times—"
"According to the Junior Woodchuck manual, page 415, there is no such thing as interdimensional bars." Huey interrupted, jumping onto one of the seats and showing the page to Sunset, who blinked and leaned in to look at it for a second before he turned it around then glanced at the bar, and back to his book. "Even though it has a deceptively specific example about a place that looks just like this one, and even a drawing that looks kind of like the bartender here, but in duck version," he admitted lamely.
"Sorry kid," Sunset said, tapping the top of the book with her finger. "But you can't trust everything a book tells you either. I've never been a duck."
"Aww."
"Wow!" Dewey said, "Look at all these pictures! So many horses! And more whatever you are! And bug horses!"
"They remind me of the Kelpies!" Webby said. "Oh! I bet they even sound the same!"
Louie leaned in with a frown. "Huh. Now that you mention it…"
"Ponies," Sunset hissed through gritted teeth. "Ponies and Changelings. And Humans."
"And there's another you!"
"Yeah." Sunset served herself another shot and downed it. "Yeah. That's another me."
"Can I meet other me's?"
"Not on this trip."
"Aww."
"Better get used to disappointment, kids," Scrooge grumbled, shaking his staff for emphasis before pointing it directly at the younger ducks. "The multiverse is NOT a place where you want to go adventuring unprepared!" He ignored the looks Sunset and Della gave him and leaned in, motioning with his hand at one of the tables in the corner. "Now, I want you five to go sit at that table over there. You can get non-alcoholic drinks if you want. But Sunset, Della and I need to talk about a few things before my business partner arrives."
"Yes, about that," Sunset said, "am I smuggling the essence of more dead elder gods into other dimensions? Because it turns out there's actually quite a few multi-dimensional governments that might have an issue w—"
The box Scrooge had dragged in shook in place until Scrooge kicked it.
"What is in there?" Huey asked. "It did not look friendly. Or healthy."
"You know, my Pa has managed to live for almost a hundred years," Scrooge said, glancing at Huey.
The young duck frowned. "Dragging shaking and growling, highly advanced boxes into interdimensional bars?"
"No. By minding his own business," Scrooge replied, turning back to Sunset. "And yes, I'm aware of that, but Rarity has given me her personal guarantee that this one shouldn't be a problem. In fact, it's community service."
Sunset didn't look convinced, but then glanced at Della and frowned. "So she's with you?"
"Yes," Scrooge said, narrowing his eyes. "And I do wonder how you two met."
"She tried to steal gold from my bar."
Scrooge rounded on Della. "You what?!"
"I was stranded on the moon!" she exclaimed. "How did you expect me to get back?!"
"You could have said that before you attempted to remove vital components from my Bar's management system! It was a pain to repair!" Sunset countered. "I gave you booze, food, and listened to you talk about some alien chick, and you escaped before paying the bill!"
"You're an alien—oww!"
Scrooge smacked Della on the back of the head, then sighed, rubbing his temples. "How much does she owe you?" he growled.
"Oh, I have a tab. I'll grab it for you."
"You kept it all this time?!" Della asked, rubbing the back of her head.
"You bet I did!" Sunset countered, passing Scrooge a piece of paper that unrolled into a long list of items.
"Oh, phooey."
"I see you didn't hesitate to splurge on having fun," Scrooge muttered, going over the item list.
"Uncle, I thought this was a Moon-based restaurant/bar and that I could pay with—"
"Chewing gum," Sunset interrupted. "Which is not a valid form of payment in any dimension."
A chime interrupted them. "Well, I wouldn't say that, darling," a voice said, "there's certainly at least one world I can think of where we could trade some bubblegum for other things."
The door opened fully to allow Sunset's business partner into the bar proper. Rarity was wearing a single piece white dress, a purple scarf and a wide-brimmed hat.
"My, my, Rarity Belle," Scrooge laughed, moving forward to take Rarity's hand in his and kissing it gently. "Can I say, lass, it's always a pleasure to do business with you."
"Oh, Scrooge McDuck, old charmer, you're always such a gentleman," Rarity replied, giggling. "and you know the pleasure is indisputably mine."
"Alright then," Scrooge said, his smile fading as he glanced at his family. "Listen up, by the time I come back, I expect you lot to be ready to head home. This is NOT a place for you to run around and get into trouble, am I clear?"
"But Uncle—"
"No buts!" Scrooge interrupted. "The last thing we need is you all ending up in different places of the multiverse." He turned and smiled at Rarity. "If you will?"
"Of course, darling," Rarity said, waving her hand. To the amazed eyes of the boys—and the narrowed, wary eyes of Lena—the strange chest levitated up into the air, enveloped in a blue-white aura and followed them into the room behind the bar.
"What was that?!" Webby asked.
"Magic," Sunset and Lena said at the same time.
"Huh," Sunset glanced at the tall girl, "I guess you can tell, but you don't sound very enthusiastic about it."
"Nothing good ever comes out of magic," Lena said in a low voice, making the bartender blink.
"I don't know," Sunset said, "I've found it very useful, even if I had to make do without it for a while."
Lena leaned onto the bar. "Don't you realize how dangerous magic is? Webby and Violet played with magic and they almost died!"
Sunset blinked. "I'm a unicorn. Magic has always been part of me. And you have a pretty solid amount of it yourself, you know?"
"Wow! You're a unicorn?!" Webby asked, jumping on the one seats of the bar. "Unicorns must be very different where you come from! Over here, they're just horses with a horn on their head!"
Sunset chuckled. "Well, I wasn't always human. In my original form, I look a lot like them," she said pointing at the picture of Twilight and Nyx. "Just without the wings."
"You have a lot more pictures in here now," Della said, standing in front of the wall. "Looks like you've been having fun."
Sunset glared at her before closing her eyes and sighing. "It's been—"
CRASH!
The girls looked over to the corner where a table had collapsed on top of Huey, Louie and Dewey, who were guiltily trying to get away from the jukebox.
"Right, that goes on your tab," Sunset hissed.
"Boys!"
"Sorry!" Huey said, "sorry! We're just… you know… bored."
"We already explored the bathrooms."
"And we might have tried accessing the storage room."
"Turns out, it has some sort of repulsion field..." Dewey muttered, showing his singed shirt.
Sunset silently turned to glare at Della, who shook her head in dismay and walked over to her kids, kneeling down in front of them. "Boys, you have to make sure you don't destroy things! If you're trying to sneak into the storage room and it has a repulsion field, then you must find the correct sequence to—"
"Ahem."
Della smiled nervously at Sunset. "Ah. Yeah. Uh… I'm uh… yeah, you shouldn't do that."
"Oh, stop it," Sunset growled. "If you tried any harder to give them advice, I'm afraid you'd have some sort of stroke."
Huey raised a finger. "But she barely—oof!"
"It's called 'sarcasm'," Louie said, elbowing his brother.
"Right," Sunset said, "I'm dropping you lot back in Scrooge's mansion—"
"Nooo!" Webby cried, grabbing Sunset by the waistcoat. "Please! This is my first time in an interdimensional bar!"
"It is kinda lame that we have to get kicked out because they acted up," Lena said. "And I… really don't have anyone to talk to about magic back home."
"Hey—"
Lena smirked, punching Webby on the shoulder. "Except you and Violet, dork," she said with a smile. "But it's a bit different."
"Oh, it's fine, I wasn't offended," Webby shrugged.
"So, the question is… what to do with you?" Sunset asked, turning to face the trio of boys.
"Please don't send us back!" Huey begged. "I just want to experience and learn about new technology!"
Sunset blinked. "New tech, huh? I might have an idea." She walked over to the side of the bar and summoned a screen. "Hey Swip, Sunset "Isekai" here. Think you could do me a favor?"
“Extending greetings protocol!”
"Are you sure this is safe?" Della asked, glancing dubiously from the filly robot-unicorn across from her, and into the expanding world beyond.
"It is," Sunset said, "Bot here promised she'd watch over them, and she's more than capable of protecting them."
The little filly robot saluted.
"Do we really want to hang out with a unicorn?" Louie asked.
"It's another dimension!" Huey whisper-shouted.
"This is the adventure of a lifetime, Louie!" Dewey said urgently. "Besides! She's a robot! That absolutely trumps the unicorn part!"
"Anticipation levels rising," Bot said, a small smile playing on her face. "Assessment: three troublemakers. Theory: Celestia City will have an eventful day. Conclusion: I can handle them for a few hours."
"See?" Sunset said as the three kids ran out. "Perfectly safe."
"Do you always talk like that?" Huey asked.
"Nope," Bot replied, motioning for them to follow her out of the bar, "but it's always good for first impressions to appear like a predictable machine."
"Be good, boys!" Della said, giving them a hug.
"See you soon, Bot, and thanks!" Sunset said, waving as the foursome walked away. She closed the door behind them.
"Aww, I wanted to go with them," Webby said.
Lena rubbed her arm. "Well… if you want to—"
"Nah." Webby patted her arm. "I'm sure I'll get another chance, besides, you need to talk, right? Let's do it now that the boys—and granny—aren’t around." She grinned, gasping. "You know what this is?! IT'S A GIRL'S NIGHT OUT! ONLY IT'S NOT NIGHT! AND WE'RE NOT OUT!"
"Right," Sunset said. "Come on, you three."
Lena smiled gratefully and followed the others in, taking a seat at the bar alongside Della and Webby, while Sunset walked around it.
"Are you sure they'll be fine?" Della asked Sunset again.
"Of course they will," Sunset replied. "Bot has enough armaments to take over a planet on her own, and they're in the multi-dimensional capital of a law-abiding conglomeration of Sweetie Belles and their allies. What could possibly go wrong?"
Della gave her a look, then sighed and nodded. "Fine."
Sunset dug around behind the bar and whipped up two strawberry daiquiris for the girls. "No alcohol in these," she said, sliding the drinks to the pair.
"So why didn't you go with them?" Sunset asked, looking straight at Della. "You looked like you had hit adventure jackpot."
Della cringed slightly. "Alright, alright. Look… I just wanted to bury the hatchet, alright? When I saw you last time, I was in a bad spot. I desperately wanted to fly back home and I didn't ask for help when I should have." She looked down. "I'm sorry. I did not mean to cause you problems… I just wanted to be home in time to see my kids hatch."
Sunset's frown lessened and she sighed. "I wish you had just said so!" She shook her head, grabbing a few bottles and dropping measurements into a shaker, followed by a large piece of ice. "I'm not heartless, Della, I would have helped you get back home if I had known you weren't really just a thief."
Della chuckled weakly. "Yeah. It did cost me my one chance… I was really angry with you for a while. You left me and I…" she shook her head. "Well, here I am now." She blinked when a short glass filled with some sort of golden liquid and with two crystal-clear ice cubes, and decorated with a lemon wedge and a maraschino cherry was placed in front of her.
"On the house," Sunset said, raising her own glass. "To burying the hatchet."
"Heh, to burying the hatchet," Della echoed, taking a sip and humming in appreciation of the quality bourbon in it. "This is very nice."
"So…" Lena spoke up hesitantly, glancing at Della and Webby out of the corner of her eyes before settling on Sunset. "Magic?"
"Oh, yeah!" Webby said excitedly. "It's too bad Violet is not here, she'd love this!"
"Maybe next time, Webby," Sunset said.
"Hey, Webby," Della spoke up suddenly, “how about I tell you about how I met Sunset the first time? It involves a giant acid-spitting bug, zero-g shenanigans, and the secret entrance to—" she trailed off when she saw Sunset's glare. "...the moon base!"
Webby blinked, then her smile grew. "Really?!"
"Really. Come on, let's sit over there, out of earshot, and let them talk for a bit."
"Sure!" Webby said, "I mean, if you're okay with it Lena?"
"Yeah, don't worry about me," Lena said.
Sunset gave Della a smile, watching the pair head over to the corner of the bar.
"It all started when I was setting up my base on what was left of the Spear of Selene…" Della started saying as she led Webby to the farthest table.
Sunset let them walk and sit down before turning back to Lena, who was holding her drink in both hands and looking down at it. "So. It seems your experience with magic hasn't been the best, huh?"
Lena looked at her warily. "Look, no offense, but even if Scrooge knows you, I don't, and it's kinda personal."
Sunset nodded. "I understand, but think about it this way… I'm a magical being too. And one that is trusted by your friends. You could just not tell me anything… I'm not going to force you, but it is a good chance for you to talk to someone that might understand what you're going through."
"I don't think you can," the teenage duck said, glancing up at Sunset. "unless you know what it's like to dream constantly about becoming a monster."
Sunset reached out and patted Lena's hand, her smile twisting a little. "You'd be surprised about how much I can relate on that front."
Lena studied her face for a moment before she sighed and glanced away. "What's your story?"
Sunset hummed, but shrugged. "In a nutshell? I was the apprentice of the ruler of my land, Princess Celestia. Eventually I got greedy and studied things I shouldn't have, did things I shouldn't have done, and when things didn't work out, I ran away into a different world… only to do even more things I shouldn't have. I ended up becoming a literal demon for a few minutes before my friends had to use very powerful magic to bring me back."
When Lena stared at her with her mouth slightly open, Sunset smiled. "You asked."
"Y-yeah," Lena replied, looking down and rubbing her arm. "I guess I did." She took a deep breath. "I… started the other way around."
Sunset raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Does that mean that yo—"
"But never mind that!" Lena interrupted. "Look, Magica De Spell is my... aunt, alright? She's—or was—a very powerful sorceress in my world. Scrooge's number one enemy and all that." She rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively. "And she's an awful person that used me and magic to hurt everyone I love. Even the whole city of Duckburg."
Sunset grimaced. "Yeah… that doesn't sound like positive magical exposure right there."
"That would be because it isn't," Lena said, her hand tightening into a fist. "Aunt Magica convinced me that I would have a family, that we would be all set if I used magic and trickery to help her—at the cost of Webby and the others."
Nodding, Sunset kept quiet, patting the young duck's hand encouragingly.
"I went along with it, you know…" Lena said, looking down at her drink with a frown. "And Aunt Magica… she used her magic to—" she clamped her beak shut and took a deep breath. "She abused me through her magic. She did things to others through me. Every time she and magic come up, there's something dangerous related to it, be it a shadow invasion or some crazy, deadly shenanigans."
"Have you thought that maybe you hate magic right now only because you were unprepared for it being used against you?" Sunset asked gently. "Bear in mind that magic does have variations in power and function across the Multiverse, but it seems to me like you have a lot of talent for it… and very little training."
"That's one way of putting it." Lena snorted and sipped her drink, still unwilling to look up. "Magica used me… possessed me and made me do things I would never do. Then, when she had gotten what she wanted, did she fulfil her part? Did she try to welcome me at all into her family? No. She simply threw me away. She dismissed me into the Shadow Realm and almost killed me and Webby!"
"But you managed to beat her, right?"
Lena smiled, looking up. "Yeah. Yeah we did. I was able to stick with Webby after that, and Violet later helped her get me back."
Sunset smiled. "Well, they do say friendship is magic."
Lena snorted. "In my world, friendship hates magic. It's the only thing that's kept it from getting us all killed."
Sunset chuckled. "Or maybe it's just a different type of magic?"
The young duck took a moment to consider her words, before shrugging. "I mean… I guess. I can't say that everything about it was bad."
"In the end, how did things work out?" Sunset asked.
Lena smiled a little. "Well. Scrooge promised I could be part of his family. But I still feel like I did them wrong, and even though they're very kind, I still feel like I'm imposing."
"I get it," Sunset said.
"How?" Lena asked, glancing up at her with a frown. "No offense, but being an animated shadow that gained sentience and rebelled against her creator is not something most people can get." She gave Sunset a doubtful look. "Even demons."
Sunset barked a laugh. "This is true, but hear me out. You see that bugpony over there? The changeling with the weird horn?"
Lena gave her a look. "They all look weird to me."
"Right, anyway, the one that's… more armored. Her. Yeah. Anyway, she sort of brought up something important… when I was Princess Celestia's pupil, I wanted more… from the beginning. I didn't just want to be her chosen apprentice—I wanted to be her daughter. I wanted to be the head of the school of magic. I wanted to be a princess. But most of all, I really, really wanted her to acknowledge that I was as great as I thought I was."
"You sound like you were a blast," Lena pointed out. "The type that blows the wall, I mean."
Sunset smiled, drinking a bit. "Pretty much… but like you, it ended up with me making a lot of bad decisions that only got worse, and it took other people blasting me so hard with magical rainbow lasers that I created a crater and being made to confront all of the things that I knowingly dismissed to get it into my thick head that I had a problem and that I needed to work very hard to make up for everything I'd done." She glanced up and patted Lena on the head. "You, on the other hand, learned that on your own. In my book, that puts you on the right track," she added. "Magic—in my experience—is a means to an end. Sometimes it's within us, sometimes it comes from an outside source, but magic itself doesn't make us what we are, magic in our lives is shaped around who we want to be, in one way or another."
Lena hummed, glancing at Sunset. "So you do magic?"
Sunset smiled. "A little. I stopped being able to cast spells like a unicorn when I left home, and until I got my bar I was a bit limited on sources, so now I'm re-learning different ways on my free time." She frowned. "And I need to do it a bit faster in case Rarity decides to visit one of those places again."
Lena raised an eyebrow.
"Not important," Sunset said, clearing her throat. "The bottom line is, I am who I am—and you are who you are regardless of the magic. Magic can sometimes change you for better or worse, but in the end it's directed by something or someone. Magic doesn't hate you." She shrugged. "I can tell it's an integral part of you, and I think it would be worse in the long run if you don't accept that and learn from—and of—it."
"Right. And who's going to teach me? Scrooge?" Lena rolled her eyes. "Webby and Violet almost got killed by experimenting on their own. I don't expect them to quit—I know them too well—but they can't rely on me for real advice. Magica is not someone I would ever trust to teach me, and most of the gods we've met are… of dubious nature."
"You'll find that seldom changes regardless of what dimension you're in," Sunset muttered, eyes narrowing.
"Riight."
"That might be true," Della said, "but that doesn't mean all hope is lost!"
Both Lena and Sunset scrambled back in surprise, just now noticing Della and Webby were both grinning at them.
Sunset slowly lowered the arm she had raised to ward off any sudden attack. "What?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. "I don't like that smile, Della."
"Oh, don't mind me…" Della said, her grin growing. "Webby's the one you should be worried about."
Sunset and Lena slowly turned to look at the younger duck, who's smile would have made Worf take a nervous step back. "I have an idea!"
"Oh boy," Sunset muttered. "I might not have known you for long, but you strike me as someone that doesn't think things through in terms of consequences."
"And you would be right!" Webby said, standing on her seat. "Here's how I look at things," she said, putting down both hands on the bar and grinning at Sunset. "You are a unicorn!"
"Well. Yes?"
"And you know magic! You said you were the apprentice of a princess and you're even retraining yourself!"
Sunset's eyes narrowed when Webby pointed at Lena. "And you! You're Lena!"
"Hey there."
"You're MADE of magic! And you can learn more!" Webby continued unaffected by Lena's raised eyebrow. "So you both should work together!"
Sunset blinked. "What."
"Work! Together!"
"Hey, don't give her that look, Sunset," Della said, smirking. "She's a bit excitable, but she's got a point. If there's anyone that could help Lena learn to use magic that we can trust, it's probably you."
"I'm a bartender."
"But with magic!" Webby said, making a fist.
"And experience," Della added, smirking.
Sunset and Lena looked at each other. The young duck shrugged. "I've got nothing better to do."
Sunset opened her mouth, but they were interrupted by the office door opening, and Rarity and Scrooge walking out of it, coughing. Sunset raised an eyebrow at Rarity's white-blue cutiemark-themed armor, and Scrooge's slightly-singed and irritated look.
"I told you we shouldn't have activated the magical defibrillator before the slime escaped," Scrooge said, glancing at Rarity with a disapproving frown.
"Darling, please," Rarity huffed, checking the back of her gauntlets. "The results speak for themselves."
Scrooge seemed to be about to say something, but held back, nodding reluctantly. "I guess they do."
Then the pair started laughing.
"I feel like I missed out on something pretty epic,' Lena said.
"You get used to it," Sunset and Della said in unison, then turned to look at each other.
"Aww. Friendship!" Webby clapped.
"Right," Scrooge said, turning around to face them. A frown slowly developed. "Where are the boys?"
"I dropped them off in Celestia City," Sunset said. "Sweetie Bot was taking care of them."
Rarity's smile froze. "Oh dear. Oh well." She turned around and shook Scrooge's hand. "Always a pleasure, Scrooge, but I should get going."
"Right, right," Scrooge said watching her go. He sighed. "That lass is going to one day get herself into a situation she can't handle." He glanced at Sunset. "Good thing she has you to keep tabs on her."
"Right."
"Anyway, let's pick up the boys, shall we? I don't like the idea of them being in a different universe without supervision."
"Eh, they'll be fine," Sunset said. "They're with Bot, she can destroy planets. I'm sure she can handle those three."
"Right. So let's go save her."
Sunset considered the newest picture she had framed. All of her latest batch of visitors were there, except for Rarity who had insisted she had something to do when they had picked up the boys. Huey, Louie and Dewey stood posing next to a slightly bedraggled-looking Sweetie Bot.
There was nothing necessarily indicative of Bot being stressed. In fact, she looked perfectly fine, for the most part, but there was an air about her when she had returned the trio, which just… seemed to indicate she was a bit stressed. To Sweetie's left, Lena and Webby were leaning against each other and smirking at the camera, while Dela and Sunset gave each other wary looks.
"What a group of crazy ducks," Sunset chuckled, her eyes going to Lena for a moment before she hung the picture. Was it her, or was Lena slightly translucent?
She headed over to the bar, glancing over her shoulder back at the frame and sighing as she dragged her fingers down her face. "Great. Now what am I supposed to do?" she moaned into her hands.
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I have absolutely no issues believing that Scrooge McDuck has extradimensional business contacts.
9827306 That’s because Scrooge has money to get ahold of said interdimensional contacts.
Is there really a DuckTales x MLP crossover?
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Given how crafty he is, I would have no issues either
Id like to see more of our fav ducks!
Hopefully Glomgold doesn't get ahold of the ability to go interdimensional or the Beagle Boys. Probably a few others that should be added to the list. At least the multiverse apparently survived a Sweetie Bell and Donald's newphews meeting though I wouldn't want to chance it with all the CMC
Wait... But Scrooge was old during the gold rush, and was frozen in ice next to a mammoth for 30 years before that... And didn’t he get his number one dime in 18-something? Shouldn’t his father be a bit older than a hundred?
Spear of Selene.
Your are integrating sunset isekai into the league story line pretty well, and it appears time has passed, years, so I imagine is plenty of time to get connections everywhere.
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What, an interdimensional network of Cutie Mark Crusaders doesn't give you the chills?
Imagine a room full of Scootaloos, Sweetie Belles, and Appleblooms suddenly calling out "Cutie Mark Crusaders, Interdimensional Friendship Rangers!!!"
I don't know about you, but I'd be looking for a gateway at that point...
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XD, the Legue is mostly composed of adults sweeties, and the younger ones are not fully agents, with rare exceptions like cinder, either way, is an entire organization, not a bunch of fillies put together XD in a whim.
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Let me see...
Scrooge appeared to be in his mid teens when he arrived in America,(his sideburns were just coming in) he arrived in Louisville Kentucky on the day of the centennial celebration which was in 1878. The Klondike gold rush was almost twenty years later. His mother died in Scotland in the spring/summer of 1897, and he found the Goose Egg Nugget later that year.
He never spent that gold, but used it as inspiration to work his claim, spending a further two years doggedly mining one million dollars in gold out of White Agony Creek. That money he put to use as an investor, using two decades of first-hand experience to evaluate and choose only the best of business opportunities. After three years of busy industry he returned to Scotland and his family, (his father and two sisters) a billionaire.
Sadly, Scotland and Scrooge McDuck did not agree with each other, and Scrooge quickly decided to move back to America, as he'd once bought a land grant for a certain ten acre hill from one Casey Coot. His sisters Hortense and Matilda went with him, and his father stayed behind in the family castle, passing away peacefully in his sleep that very day.
Scrooge arrived in Duckburg in 1902, and after some minor issues involving President Roosevelt, established his bin and the center of his business empire. For the next three decades he furiously built his business until in 1930 he officially became the richest sapient on earth. Unfortunately, Scrooge had almost completely abandoned his principles in the pursuit of this goal, a path that led him to bear an eerie resemblance to Flintheart Glomgold and lost him the support of the rest of his family.
Stricken by this realization Scrooge left his empire to manage itself and allowed himself to slowly sink into senescence over the next seventeen years. Luckily for him, in 1947 an encounter with his nephew Donald and his great-nephews, along with an attempted robbery by the Beagle Boys, reignited his fire and once again inspired him.
So to answer your question, yes, his father would be well over a hundred, if he wasn't already dead.
Did Sunset notice something here?
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Well might be spoilers apparently both Scrooge and Goldie have skipped more than a few years. In a recent episode Scrooge comments about not being frozen in a Ice burg and one of the Nephews comments back haven't you done that twice.
As to Scrooge's parents isn't part of the reason they are still alive is that Castle McDuck like Brigadoon appears once every five years and something the Druids did to the Castle cursed them with immortality
9827450 CHILLS, CHILLS it make me wants to have multiple bolt holes prepared in different dimensions to escape to.. Maybe even one or two that exist outside all known dimensions
9827585 Well she did just notice Lena was translucent in the picture they had taken. Now what that told her is upto debate
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Kingdom Hearts agrees, or at least it's my precedent for Multiversal Businessduck Scrooge.
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There's a bunch lying around, but this is just a straight crossover between this particular fic and Ducktales itself.
9827371 The age is just part of the joke. :P But thanks for pointing out the Spear, I can't believe I missed that little detail!
Hey, Wanderer, it was possible to suggest stories and characters that could pop up in Sunset's Isekai even if you're not a patreon, right? (AN of Chp. 1 says Patreons got first dibs, so I'm just extrapolating
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9827676 You can definitely suggest. I just don't guarantee I'll use them, but ideas are definitely welcome.
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In that case I think I'd suggest Gabrielle from "My Life as a Bipedal Quadruped" (and maybe Studded Armor too).
It's a long fic to get through, but one of my favourites. I think it'd be fun if she showed up
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I meant in the canon of the Reboot, which this story is referencing, and in which both his parents are still alive. Are you sure we’re talking about the same occurrences of canon?
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True, Scrooge did skip quite a few years a couple times, but he’s lived quite a few more unfrozen, making money and going on adventures.
Also, yeah, you might have a point with the immortality thing.
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At least you didn’t call it a Sphere! ;)
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I was reading out of The Life And Times Of Scrooge McDuck by Don Rosa. What other canon is there?
Oh. I wasn't expecting to go this far afield, but I can't say I'm surprised that this universe is the source of those exported eldritch essences.
And now I'm imagining him glaring and saying "If you were any other duck, I'd kill you where you stand."
Interesting to see how years have apparently passed since the bar opened. On the ducks' side, anyway. Time on a multiversal scale can be incredibly slippery.
Also, I'm pretty sure all instances of the *ooies are now on some sort of Merodi watch list, assuming they weren't already:
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The tv show
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now now, If memory serves I think Scrooge McDuck's dad died on that episode, moments after Scrooge left back to the new za warudo so he still thinks the patriarch of the McDucks *insert ending clip of back to the Future II here*
Epic Famous Last Words.
Well if non-Patreons can suggest encounters, I'd like to suggest Twilight and Matt from Mente Materia. Those two really need a drink!
And just like that, the theme song is stuck in my head again. FROM JUST READING THE TITLE. HOW?!
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The canon of the TV show that this is crossed over with, of course. Or is Lena a character in said Life And Times Of Scrooge McDuck?
I read just the title of this chapter and got the old theme song stuck in my head hours before actually reading it. So that was nice.
So this seems to indicate a... perhaps widening of scope? Other worlds outside of fimfic stories had been referenced - I seem to recall something about dwarven brews somewhere for example - but this is just explicitly leaving the site for a chapter. Sure LSB showed up but that wasn't the focus. It was just straight up Duck Tales (Woo-ooo).
Scrooge was on point, and oh so very much appreciate his casual presence as a multiversal business man. Basically any other character I'd ask questions but Scrooge? I'd honestly have been more shocked if he didn't already have an in with the Isekai.
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It just means my title reference worked perfectly!
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You're evil, Wanderer, but I have to applaud this. Reluctantly, but still applauding.
Scribbles a note...
Regardless, fun little musings about MAGIC: bad? Not bad?
The multiverse goes 'depends on how you look at it'.
And then we scream at it for being so quantum.
-GM, master of ducks.
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Scrooge's parents are both immortal and were born before the 1850's.
Damn. That was good. I haven't seen the reboot. I was something of a fan of the old Ducktales-and Disney Afternoon overall-but not a 'huge' fan. Although I still consider Gargoyles one of the best damned animated series. Well, seasons one and two at least. ;)
Why do I have a feeling Rarity doesn't want to be near them because she's part of the Infinite Carousel?
Excellent chapter. I wonder where we're going next.
Anyways, I've got a couple stories to suggest.
First one is Off the mark, -by Goldfur. its a good story, and several characters could use a drink.
The next one is Complications, -by Hiver. and that whole trilogy. Not quite sure where it would fit in that one, but He could use a drink well.
I'd love to see the character interactions between them.
When you say it like that... a lot of things
We probably did
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...you're implying there was a Season Three? There wasn't. Just two seasons and eighteen issues between two comic series produced by Slave Labor Graphics.
Anyway, yay for the Ducktales crossover!
So maybe i'm a little late with this
But here's my try not to sing/hum challenge
I am disappointed...
...in myself, for letting this languish in 'Read It Later' for so long.
Am I the only one who suddenly have the thought of the 90's Ducktales meet their 2017 counterparts in a future chapter?
So other universes beyond MLP will start to appear? Interesting.
.... I kinda did a spit-take at that. What could go wrong eh? What could NOT go wrong is the question.
Crossover! Woo-hoo!
I know nothing of Duck Tales and I STILL found this hilarious.
Yeah, Sunset's partner Rarity is definitely on the outs with the League of Sweeties for whatever reason. Still, she can't be THAT bad if she goes adventuring with Scrooge McDuck.
Sunset studying magic with a duck? I like this idea.
And I see that the bar, while it mostly restricts itself to the Equus Cluster, can go a bit beyond given the correct instructions.
Good to see she's been doing this long enough to get repeat customers.
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It would be good, especially considering they've already had a touch with the interdimensional.
Will Rick and Morty be making a possible stop at the bar
Loved this chapter with the ducks. Crap scrooge didnt pay for della's tab!!