Story: Duckpocalypse Now: (Supernatural/Darkwing Duck): (9/10)
Title: Duckpocalypse Now
Author:
patriciatepes
Artist:
twisted_slinky
Fandom: Supernatural/Darkwing Duck
Chapter: Prev | Next
Rating/Contents: PG-13
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Darkwing, Gosalyn, Launchpad, Morgana, with a special guest star later!
Warnings: Um… cartoonish violence, spoilers for previous Buffy/Darkwing xover, The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, light swearing
Summary: Set after The Building Blocks of Good and Evil (an interlude story). SPN S6. While on an ordinary hunt, Sam and Dean find themselves pulled into an unusual circumstance. They arrive in St. Canard and meet Darkwing and co. just in time for the main event: another attempt at an apocalypse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any related characters. DW belongs to Disney, SPN belongs to Kripke, and Buffy belongs to Whedon. For fun only.
Author's Notes: *laughs evilly* I am the chosen one! I, alone, have the power to take this plot seriously! *laughs evilly a bit more* Okay, but seriously, this is set in the same universe as The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, and it's set in between that story and its yet-to-be-written sequel, Devil You Don't Know. Although this is technically a three-way crossover between Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it is mostly between Darkwing Duck and Supernatural. Anything you don't know about what happened in Building Blocks will be revealed here. You won't need to read the other story, and you won't really need to know too much about the Buffy universe. I'll reveal everything you need to know. (So it's spoilry for that other story, if you're interested in it.) That being said, enjoy!
Chapter Nine: In Which Big Trouble is Brewed
The amount of ink blob golems had all but tripled, and they had learned to merge with one another, thus amplifying their otherwise non-existent power-unless annoyance counted as a power. From their place across the road from the skyscraper-on which Splatter Phoenix was still painting her masterpiece, the group collectively assumed since no one had had time to actually look-a mass of several ink golems had merged to form a giant hand, which was currently shaking Darkwing to and fro like a rag doll.
"I-I-I n-n-ee-ee-ee-d some tur-pen-tine!" Darkwing yelled over the ruckus around him.
Cops shot fruitlessly at the blobs, sending them splattering only to have them reform. Several officers were swarmed, and Dean and Gosalyn were getting tired of stomping, quick. Gosalyn rolled her eyes at her father.
"Not my fault that the most prepared superhero I know wasn't prepared!"
Dean brought a boot down on a cluster of golems before they could form into anything larger. He sighed. He had been on a lot of hunts in his time, but this, easily, was turning out to be the most physically exhausting one. Darkwing managed to wedge a hand free, and with weapon in hand, blasted the giant hand that held him apart. He landed with a squish in a puddle of ink just as the loud sound of cackling filled the air.
Collectively, the blobs stopped. They shuddered in place for a moment, before all collapsing into a small flood of ink. Then, as one, they slithered to the skyscraper, absorbing themselves into the now complete painting upon it. Dean, Darkwing, and Gosalyn's eyes followed the wave, travelling up beyond their collision point to the ginormous painting before them. Splatter was cackling to the point of bending slightly backwards. She righted herself in time to point down at the city before.
With a gasp, the group watched as the giant painting of Morgana Macawber peeled itself off the building and into life. Her eyes glowed a green that they did not in the real witch. Her fingers curled skywards, a loud laugh filling the night like a sonic boom.
"Morg?" Gosalyn muttered. "But…"
"What the hell? What the actual hell?" Dean asked, turning to see Darkwing digging out his cell phone.
"Hopefully Sam, LP, and the real Morgana have some answers for us," he said, dialing the phone as the giant took its first destructive step toward St. Canard's finest.
#
Sam's entire world hurt, and, after what only seemed like a few moments, it began to shake. Following that, it spoke his name. It took another couple of minutes before he realized it was Launchpad's voice he was hearing as the aviator was trying to shake him awake. With a snap, his eyes popped open.
"Morg's gone! Paddywhack took her!" Launchpad said as Sam was already climbing to his feet.
Not good. Not good at all. Sam wobbled on his legs, leaning on the table-still filled with books and papers and translations.
"We have to get her back. Now!" Sam said, turning toward Launchpad.
The duck gave a start, but quickly nodded. "Well, yeah, but-"
"No!" Sam insisted. "You don't understand!"
The sound of a phone ringing jarred him, setting his teeth on edge and making his head throb more. But he turned toward the noise, logic telling him that this was probably a call he needed to take. He found Morgana's disregarded mobile in the center of table, and read the caller's ID as "Dark Darling" with a little heart emoji by it. He all but lunged at the phone, answering it.
"Morgana's the final seal, and Paddywhack has her!" he said, by way of greeting.
"What?" Darkwing squeaked.
A small beep on the other end of the line probably indicated that Darkwing had put him on speaker. A sudden cacophony of noise confirmed it.
"The painting, Splatter's painting! It's Morgana, isn't it?" Sam yelled into the phone.
"And it's alive, Sammy! It's freaking pulling a Stay Puft over here!" Dean's voice shouted back.
"What do you mean, she's the final seal?" Darkwing asked.
Sam swallowed, hard, his throat suddenly feeling like sandpaper. "The translation, the last seal is a sacrifice. The seal before is what you're dealing with now, the fallen prophet shall reveal the face of the damned. They intend to sacrifice her to release Beelzebub!"
"Always a sacrifice," he barely heard Dean say.
"Y-you have to save her!" Darkwing said.
Sam nodded. "LP and I are on it. You three deal with giant Morg. The only problem is, I don't know where Morgana is. Paddywhack took her."
"It'd be a place of enormous power… the Hellmouth!" Gosalyn yelled.
He imagined that all eyes on the other end of the phone were now falling to the redheaded duckling. Sam's brow furrowed.
"How do you know that?"
"It's the most magically powerful place in town. Morgana told me so some time ago!"
"Hey, isn't that where the angel and Willow went?" Launchpad asked.
A fog was clearing on Sam's brain, but not fast enough. But Launchpad's words hit him like a brick. That would be either very good for them, or very bad.
"Deal with the giant. We'll get Morgana. Just… get to the Hellmouth ASAP after, okay?" Sam said.
"Got it," Darkwing, Dean, and Gosalyn said in unison as the line disconnected. Sam ran to the shelf of mystical doohickeys and grabbed anything resembling a weapon.
"Lead the way," he said, and they were off.
Maybe, if they were lucky, Cas at least could hold Paddywhack off. But…
When were the Winchesters ever lucky?
#
It was dank and dusty at the edge of the Hellmouth, not at all what would be expected if one were going by the name alone. It was relatively dark in the subbasement of the school, the only light given by a hanging electric light that, funnily enough, hung directly over the center of the open Hellmouth and the light given off by the flame that held Willow's voice.
The globe of flame was a little more than a foot away from Castiel, resting gently on the ground. In between him and the glass was a small leather mat, written on with a piece of white chalk. Several symbols had been drawn on the mat, and a bundle of carefully chosen dried herbs lay in the center of symbols. All of which had been assembled with Willow's careful instruction. The witch had also discovered that if she put enough energy into it, she could force her flame to make the shape of any given symbol, but only for a millisecond. If Castiel had not been a celestial being, he would not have caught it.
"Almost finished. Just a quick travel blessing for the general area, and then all you have to do is carry your friends home," Willow-flame said.
A shadow fell over the angel and the globe before Castiel could reply, and a high, shrill voice spoke, "Company? I didn't ask for company! No, no!"
Castiel whirled toward the figure. A simple, dark haired duck with a short beak, and an even shorter stature stood before them, cradling an unconscious Morgana. But, given his heavenly status, Castiel could see beyond the meatsuit to the creature's true form-a large, looming figure that looked like a clown but with the black and white coloring of a mime and eyes that glowed with a sickly green color.
"Give her to me!" Castiel demanded, striding forth to fight the demon.
Making the motion of flicking a bug away, Paddywhack sent Castiel flying back against a far wall with a, "Nope!"
The angel slid down the wall, unconscious. Paddywhack chuckled. "He bit off more than he could chew, I think."
"This doesn't sound good," Willow muttered from her flame. "What's-"
But with a simple snap of his fingers, her flame extinguished. He giggled as he made his way over to the incomplete transport spell, kicking all the items over into the Hellmouth, save for the piece of chalk. Gingerly, he sat down Morgana. He picked up the chalk, made his way over to Castiel, and drew a handful of Enochian sigils on his tan overcoat. When he finished, he turned, tossing the chalk aside, muttering, "Pesky angels."
Then, stalking over to the still unconscious Morgana-who lay beside the clear, clean glass globe that had once held the voice of yet another powerful witch-he squealed, clapping his hands together.
"Let's get ready to have some real fun."
Author:
patriciatepes
Artist:
twisted_slinky
Fandom: Supernatural/Darkwing Duck
Chapter: Prev | Next
Rating/Contents: PG-13
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Darkwing, Gosalyn, Launchpad, Morgana, with a special guest star later!
Warnings: Um… cartoonish violence, spoilers for previous Buffy/Darkwing xover, The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, light swearing
Summary: Set after The Building Blocks of Good and Evil (an interlude story). SPN S6. While on an ordinary hunt, Sam and Dean find themselves pulled into an unusual circumstance. They arrive in St. Canard and meet Darkwing and co. just in time for the main event: another attempt at an apocalypse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any related characters. DW belongs to Disney, SPN belongs to Kripke, and Buffy belongs to Whedon. For fun only.
Author's Notes: *laughs evilly* I am the chosen one! I, alone, have the power to take this plot seriously! *laughs evilly a bit more* Okay, but seriously, this is set in the same universe as The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, and it's set in between that story and its yet-to-be-written sequel, Devil You Don't Know. Although this is technically a three-way crossover between Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it is mostly between Darkwing Duck and Supernatural. Anything you don't know about what happened in Building Blocks will be revealed here. You won't need to read the other story, and you won't really need to know too much about the Buffy universe. I'll reveal everything you need to know. (So it's spoilry for that other story, if you're interested in it.) That being said, enjoy!
Chapter Nine: In Which Big Trouble is Brewed
The amount of ink blob golems had all but tripled, and they had learned to merge with one another, thus amplifying their otherwise non-existent power-unless annoyance counted as a power. From their place across the road from the skyscraper-on which Splatter Phoenix was still painting her masterpiece, the group collectively assumed since no one had had time to actually look-a mass of several ink golems had merged to form a giant hand, which was currently shaking Darkwing to and fro like a rag doll.
"I-I-I n-n-ee-ee-ee-d some tur-pen-tine!" Darkwing yelled over the ruckus around him.
Cops shot fruitlessly at the blobs, sending them splattering only to have them reform. Several officers were swarmed, and Dean and Gosalyn were getting tired of stomping, quick. Gosalyn rolled her eyes at her father.
"Not my fault that the most prepared superhero I know wasn't prepared!"
Dean brought a boot down on a cluster of golems before they could form into anything larger. He sighed. He had been on a lot of hunts in his time, but this, easily, was turning out to be the most physically exhausting one. Darkwing managed to wedge a hand free, and with weapon in hand, blasted the giant hand that held him apart. He landed with a squish in a puddle of ink just as the loud sound of cackling filled the air.
Collectively, the blobs stopped. They shuddered in place for a moment, before all collapsing into a small flood of ink. Then, as one, they slithered to the skyscraper, absorbing themselves into the now complete painting upon it. Dean, Darkwing, and Gosalyn's eyes followed the wave, travelling up beyond their collision point to the ginormous painting before them. Splatter was cackling to the point of bending slightly backwards. She righted herself in time to point down at the city before.
With a gasp, the group watched as the giant painting of Morgana Macawber peeled itself off the building and into life. Her eyes glowed a green that they did not in the real witch. Her fingers curled skywards, a loud laugh filling the night like a sonic boom.
"Morg?" Gosalyn muttered. "But…"
"What the hell? What the actual hell?" Dean asked, turning to see Darkwing digging out his cell phone.
"Hopefully Sam, LP, and the real Morgana have some answers for us," he said, dialing the phone as the giant took its first destructive step toward St. Canard's finest.
#
Sam's entire world hurt, and, after what only seemed like a few moments, it began to shake. Following that, it spoke his name. It took another couple of minutes before he realized it was Launchpad's voice he was hearing as the aviator was trying to shake him awake. With a snap, his eyes popped open.
"Morg's gone! Paddywhack took her!" Launchpad said as Sam was already climbing to his feet.
Not good. Not good at all. Sam wobbled on his legs, leaning on the table-still filled with books and papers and translations.
"We have to get her back. Now!" Sam said, turning toward Launchpad.
The duck gave a start, but quickly nodded. "Well, yeah, but-"
"No!" Sam insisted. "You don't understand!"
The sound of a phone ringing jarred him, setting his teeth on edge and making his head throb more. But he turned toward the noise, logic telling him that this was probably a call he needed to take. He found Morgana's disregarded mobile in the center of table, and read the caller's ID as "Dark Darling" with a little heart emoji by it. He all but lunged at the phone, answering it.
"Morgana's the final seal, and Paddywhack has her!" he said, by way of greeting.
"What?" Darkwing squeaked.
A small beep on the other end of the line probably indicated that Darkwing had put him on speaker. A sudden cacophony of noise confirmed it.
"The painting, Splatter's painting! It's Morgana, isn't it?" Sam yelled into the phone.
"And it's alive, Sammy! It's freaking pulling a Stay Puft over here!" Dean's voice shouted back.
"What do you mean, she's the final seal?" Darkwing asked.
Sam swallowed, hard, his throat suddenly feeling like sandpaper. "The translation, the last seal is a sacrifice. The seal before is what you're dealing with now, the fallen prophet shall reveal the face of the damned. They intend to sacrifice her to release Beelzebub!"
"Always a sacrifice," he barely heard Dean say.
"Y-you have to save her!" Darkwing said.
Sam nodded. "LP and I are on it. You three deal with giant Morg. The only problem is, I don't know where Morgana is. Paddywhack took her."
"It'd be a place of enormous power… the Hellmouth!" Gosalyn yelled.
He imagined that all eyes on the other end of the phone were now falling to the redheaded duckling. Sam's brow furrowed.
"How do you know that?"
"It's the most magically powerful place in town. Morgana told me so some time ago!"
"Hey, isn't that where the angel and Willow went?" Launchpad asked.
A fog was clearing on Sam's brain, but not fast enough. But Launchpad's words hit him like a brick. That would be either very good for them, or very bad.
"Deal with the giant. We'll get Morgana. Just… get to the Hellmouth ASAP after, okay?" Sam said.
"Got it," Darkwing, Dean, and Gosalyn said in unison as the line disconnected. Sam ran to the shelf of mystical doohickeys and grabbed anything resembling a weapon.
"Lead the way," he said, and they were off.
Maybe, if they were lucky, Cas at least could hold Paddywhack off. But…
When were the Winchesters ever lucky?
#
It was dank and dusty at the edge of the Hellmouth, not at all what would be expected if one were going by the name alone. It was relatively dark in the subbasement of the school, the only light given by a hanging electric light that, funnily enough, hung directly over the center of the open Hellmouth and the light given off by the flame that held Willow's voice.
The globe of flame was a little more than a foot away from Castiel, resting gently on the ground. In between him and the glass was a small leather mat, written on with a piece of white chalk. Several symbols had been drawn on the mat, and a bundle of carefully chosen dried herbs lay in the center of symbols. All of which had been assembled with Willow's careful instruction. The witch had also discovered that if she put enough energy into it, she could force her flame to make the shape of any given symbol, but only for a millisecond. If Castiel had not been a celestial being, he would not have caught it.
"Almost finished. Just a quick travel blessing for the general area, and then all you have to do is carry your friends home," Willow-flame said.
A shadow fell over the angel and the globe before Castiel could reply, and a high, shrill voice spoke, "Company? I didn't ask for company! No, no!"
Castiel whirled toward the figure. A simple, dark haired duck with a short beak, and an even shorter stature stood before them, cradling an unconscious Morgana. But, given his heavenly status, Castiel could see beyond the meatsuit to the creature's true form-a large, looming figure that looked like a clown but with the black and white coloring of a mime and eyes that glowed with a sickly green color.
"Give her to me!" Castiel demanded, striding forth to fight the demon.
Making the motion of flicking a bug away, Paddywhack sent Castiel flying back against a far wall with a, "Nope!"
The angel slid down the wall, unconscious. Paddywhack chuckled. "He bit off more than he could chew, I think."
"This doesn't sound good," Willow muttered from her flame. "What's-"
But with a simple snap of his fingers, her flame extinguished. He giggled as he made his way over to the incomplete transport spell, kicking all the items over into the Hellmouth, save for the piece of chalk. Gingerly, he sat down Morgana. He picked up the chalk, made his way over to Castiel, and drew a handful of Enochian sigils on his tan overcoat. When he finished, he turned, tossing the chalk aside, muttering, "Pesky angels."
Then, stalking over to the still unconscious Morgana-who lay beside the clear, clean glass globe that had once held the voice of yet another powerful witch-he squealed, clapping his hands together.
"Let's get ready to have some real fun."