Mary-Sue

by Duk

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, Crossover, Main 6, Drama, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Comedy, Other
Length: 5712

When the peaceful, happy, fluffly little Duk finally gets killed for the 99th time, the ponies of Ponyville soon learn what it truly means for things to become what many consider to be... Mary-Sue...

There is a new Duk in town. No, really, he literally popped into existence one day, and the whole town of Ponyville cant get enough of him. So much so, that they kill him over... and over... and over again... But there is no consequences, right? I mean if he keeps re-spawning anyways, nothing bad will happen...

Surely...

Right...?

(Story for NaPoWriMo 2016. Features a LOT of inside jokes, OC's from people, and of course.... Duk... This fic is soley for teh lulz, but if you want a good dose of "wtf", please read. I promise, you wont be sorry xD)

Published 2016-11-05 05:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-12-01 21:35:12 UTC

The Worst Pony

“Quak!”

It was how every day started now. Nopony was even phased by the weird apparition of a strange creature who dubbed himself “Duk” that had appeared in Ponyville one day. They all thought he was kind of cute, quite frankly. Ponies walking by him would always make friendly gestures and nodes his way, even patting him on the head, receiving a little jig of happiness and a friendly “Quak” in return. Somehow, even though he only communicated by quaking, they all understood what he was saying. Call it Equestrian magic if you will, still nopony knew what truly let them do this. The Duk seemed to love everypony, and everypony loved him back. There was only one pony the Duk seemed to have a severe distaste for, which was a pony named Rarity. Nopony knew why, not even her, but it was something all of them had come to accept after the first few times the Duk had seen Rarity traversing the small dirt roads around Ponyville.

Everything was well until the first week or so. The beloved Duk that all of them had come to love in that short time was quaking around, as usual, when out of nowhere, a taxi-carriage made an expected turn around a corner, and, unbeknownst to the small Duk, he was struck by it. The carriage itself didn’t even stop, but there the Duk lay, bloodied and dead upon the ground amidst ponies around him who had begun to cry, and some even chasing down the carriage to demand justice for the life that was once their cute, bouncy, feathered friend.

As they all lay next to him crying, however, a strange thing happened. The lifeless body of the Duk began to rise into the air, glowing faintly. Ponies looked up in shock and awe, not knowing what was happening. The Duk got brighter and brighter, rising higher and higher until…

POOF!

He was gone…

Confusion filled the air as ponies, still looking up for him, wondered what had happened to the poor creature. A confusion that only served to intensify when they looked down to see something to further stump the mind.

There, right where the dead Duk had been mere seconds before, was another Duk, happy as ever, and quaking away, now with a tiny numeral in black feathering on his back reading “II”. Over and over again, the ponies surrounding the newly respawned Duk kept looking at him, and then back at the sky, hoping, by some stretch of the imagination, that they were seeing things, or perhaps, would get an explanation as to what just happened.

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They never did get that explanation though. Eventually, just as when he appeared, they all accepted this newly respawned Duk as the old Duk that they came to know and love. He did not, after all, seem any different. He seemed to still know all of them as friends already, and it was like he already had lived there a good amount of time already anyways.

The apparition of the second Duk, however, made them all think that his death and re-apparition was simply a one-time thing. This was promptly proven wrong when, yet again, a terrible thing happened to Duk II, leaving him dead upon the ground. Though shocked at first, the townsponies watched yet again, as his body, glowing and rising, quickly vanished, and yet another Duk appeared, now marked with a “III”.

It seemed as if this cycle would never stop, and over the next year or so, the townsfolk all got used to it. As small and meager as the Duk was, he seemed to find himself in many situation in which to kill himself, always adding a numeral into his feathered pattern on his back. On some of the more normal occasions, he had been hit and trampled by passing carriages, just as the first one had done, or simply got thwacked by a door opening outward to the street. On some of the more gruesome occasions, there were times where, for example, on a visit to Sweet Apple Acres to watch the Apple Family make woodchips out of fallen branches, he got stuck on a rather large and leafy branch and was thrown into the wood-chipper. By the end of a single year in Ponyville, the ever-happy Duk’s numeral was all the way up to Duk LXXXIV (84).

Nopony was surprised by this anymore, nor expected the regenerations to ever end, and because of this, after the first year, the citizens of Ponyville consistently got more and more careless while around him. The following weeks after his “birthday”, which they all simply labeled as the day that the Duk first appeared, Pinkie Pie, who had thrown Duk a party, stuffed him full of so many treats and sweets, that he simply had a heart attack and died, only to have immediately respawned on the edge of a nearby staircase to be squished by a pony joining in on the festivities from the floor above. Parties like this alone soon got him up to Duk XCVIII (98); a special Duk, because as crappy as killing the small Duk made them feel, they all thought it best to prepare for the celebration/ “I’m-sorry-for-killing-you-so-much” party once Duk 100 came around.

Nopony expected what was to come… Nopony prepared for what that happy-little fluffball of feathers was about to unleash…

It all started on a day just like any other. The Duk was waddling along the dirt paths, looking up at all the happy pony faces that smiled at him as he walked by, occasionally giving him bread. He was headed to his favorite place to waddle; The Bakery. Donut Joe was a rather big fan of the little guy. He would always give him food whenever her would stop by, and the Duk would sometimes nuzzle up right next to him and quak lovingly, or even, on cold nights during winter, be invited into his shop to stay the night, where Donut Joe slept in the upstairs room of the shop. Distracted as he was, however, by all the surrounding ponies, the Duk felt a small pat on his head from a pony right behind him. Turning around to happily quak at the pony, his quak was cut short into an angry squaw as he immediately noticed that it was Rarity.

The small Duk took a deep breath in, puffing out his chest, then began to angrily peck and run into the hooves of the fashion pony. She, backing up while he did so, had never understood the amount of sheer hate the Duk had for her and only wanted to try and make friends. This attempt seemed to be failing, however. The Duk kept on advancing closer and closer as she moved backwards, and it got to the point where she was just simply annoyed by it, and tried to levitate him away.

Not knowing what she had just done, she annoyingly watched as the Duk drifted further and further away. Being in the magical field of the only pony he truly hated, though, the Duk got angrier and angrier by the second. His face burned and began to turn brick red as his beak puffed out from the amount of air that he was withholding. Slowly, as the pressure built while he was being levitated, his small features began to expand more and more; larger and larger he got until…

POP!

The onslaught of watching ponies looked at the spot in the air where a few singed feathers now began floating downward in surprise. The Duk had never just… exploded before. Rarity stood there, standing in place with her mouth open in shock. Her horn was still glowing blue and the magical aura hanging in the air from where the Duk once was. Their attention shifted to Rarity, who, by now, the whole town knew that the Duk hated. A few began to whisper, shifting their eyes back and forth. Rarity, seeing disdain in a lot of their eyes, began to nervously walk back toward the direction of her boutique.

She only got a total of five steps toward her goal, however when she felt a faint tremor in the ground. They all did. Looking around for the source of the disturbance, it took all of 5 seconds before somepony noticed the burned feathers on the ground shaking. They weren’t glowing like they normally would have in any other situation. Slowly, one by one, they began rising. Emitting a dark red tint as they did. The confused, and now scared ponies around watched as the feathers slowly began merging, becoming blacker and blacker, until suddenly, they exploded outward. The ponies nearest the mass were thrown back against the shops lining the roads, while the ones further were forced to cover their eyes from the impacting rocks and dirt. Large gusts of air could be felt emanating from the presence as the now spherically black and red mass began to rise higher and higher, noticeably beginning to sprout something out of either side that looked remarkably like wings. Clouds began to form, rapidly, enshrouding the area in even more darkness. Some ponies on the ground ran for cover inside nearby buildings, while others could only watch in horror as the ball of darkness began to unfurl. Audible screaming could be heard from the surrounding area as, once completely and undeniably reshaped, the mass opened two red, glowing eyes, and a now glowing mark on the back enumerated as XCIX (99).

Rarity, being one of the nearer ponies too shocked to move, now began moving backward. The Mary-Sue Duk, now fully awakened, slowly floated to face her. Quaking loudly, he thrust a wing forward toward the white pony. Rarity, taking a few more steps back, shakily looked directly into the red eyes. “I’m… I’m sorry!”

“Quak…”

That was the only response from the Duk, to the pony that had made him so incredibly angered. The Duk slowly put up a second wing, aiming them both directly at Rarity and clasped them together. The fashion pony’s pupils began to contract as she noticed a white aura beginning to form at the tips of his wings. It got stronger and stronger, until the Duk’s body was no longer enshrouded by darkness, but illuminating his own body. He no longer looked fluffy. His feathers were hard and rigid, pupils now slits, and flippers pointed and sharp.

Rarity began to run. Yet again, however, she only traversed a few steps before a massive amount of light from behind her elongated her shadow. She looked back, in slow motion, it seemed, to the giant ball of energy flying toward her before it began to envelope the lower part of her body, disintegrating it inch by inch. There was a scream for all of one second before silence. Silence for all but the echo of the pony who was now just that. A shadow of what had been there just a minute beforehand, now reduced to a streak of dust on the ground.

Ponies were now running in earnest, realizing that now, the one thing that had always been their saving grace, being the Elements of Harmony, were now rendered useless. Random zapping and explosions could be heard around the area as the Duk began to spread his wings and destroy the surrounding area. A few brave unicorns attempted to fight back, only to have their magic effortlessly brushed away and immediately be vaporized. Further off, ponies who had heard the commotion had begun to step outside to see what was happening. It came as a shock to them that the small Duk they loved was now floating in the air, destroying buildings and zapping, what they could only assume, were other ponies.

Other survivors from ground-zero could be heard running and shouting for others to run away.

“It’s hopeless! Take your foals and run,” they were shouting, “The Duk has gone crazy!”

It seemed as if all hope was truly lost. Insane with his newly equipped powers, the Mary-Sue Duk now began producing decoy after decoy of himself; carbon-copies to do his bidding. They ran into the buildings that ponies had hid in to avoid the massacre that was happening and dragged them out to the central crater that had now been created to be executed. The last thing that the poor ponies ever heard, was a maniacal quaking emanating in dark tri-tones from the beak of their killer.

Far off, in the distance, however, a few brave ponies who had escaped Ponyville began rallying survivors. Finish Line, an older, battle-hardened blue pony, with a red and white mane began to direct ponies left and right on where to go and what to begin doing in the current situation. Though retreated, he thought it best that they get back into the Everfree Forest for refuge for now. Finish was no stranger to leadership either. Before all this had begun to go down, he was the proud owner of a small, locally owned animation studio and noodle-shop named Noodlemation. Nopony knew how or why this idea became a thing, but it had indeed manifested itself into quite the business. When asked about why he thought of the idea during an interview a few years back, he shiftily responded embarrassedly with, “Well… I just like noodles…” No one to this day could understand this strange pony’s obsession with noodles, but they had all since given up trying to figure it out.

He did have a few good friends though that, to ponies that knew Finish Line, they knew as well. It was hard to spot Finish Line without at least one of these ponies, and that held true even now. One of them, a pegasus, and being the shy one of the lot was named Mao. At first glance, you would think him a rather radical pony. He had a wild black and blue mane, rocking glasses, and a scratchpad as a cutie mark. Ponies always automatically assumed at first glance that this pony, in some way, must be related to Vinyl Scratch. None of them could really ask him about it though, since whenever it came to talking to other ponies, he was a social lemon. There was also Blitz, who, just like Mao, was also very radically looking though he had a red coat, and a yellow and blue mane. He nearly always had sunglasses on, but was considerably less shy than Mao. Finish Line, in his line of animation work, was always in need of animation managment as well, which is how he also befriended a pony, who’s name triggered face-hoof’s everywhere. He was none other than the Bluenicorn. As the name suggests every feature of his body was… well… Blue… And just like Mao and Blitz, he also had crazy hair, which, seeing how all of his other friends tended to have crazy hair as well, may have been the reason why him and Finish Line had become such good friends.

The three friends, Mao, Blitz, and Bluenicorn, who had followed Finish Line out of the death-zone, could be seen consoling the nearby ponies and the few newly-orphaned foals around the survivors’ encampment made within the forest; Blitz and Bluenicorn, being the more social of the two were much more comforting than Mao, who, being a pony that never left home without a saddlebag full of lemons, began offering them to the grieving ponies silently and awkwardly. As strong a leader that Finish Line was, however, they couldn’t help but notice the worry in his eyes. He had yet to see all his other friends show up. Specifically, one pony in particular…

Small pops, explosions and zapping could still be heard from far away still, and more and more ponies who had fled into the forest began to stumble into the encampment. Finish Line, looking toward Ponyville over the trees to the bright flashes emanating from the ground below, let the anger of what had transpired take over his mind. The small and innocent thing that, he himself had even got the chance to meet on occasion was now destroying his home, and, even though he hated to believe it, his loved ones. He looked back toward the group of traumatized and hurt ponies, some still fit for fighting. He would not let this creature take so much away from all of them and get away with it. Today, he would let them rest and recover from the horrors of the day; but tomorrow, the true resistance would begin…

Author's Note

Not gonna lie, I dont care how terrible this is, I was laughing the whole time I was writing it xD.

If anyone wants an explanation to any of the inside jokes you may have caught onto, please let me know, I'll be happy to lay down those mad jokes in paragraphs if I have to xD

~Slenderduck

Dem Noodles and Spoicy Meatballs

A week had passed. The Duk sat upon his throne in the ruined remains of what was once, Sweet Apple Acres. Bored with his conquest of Ponyville, he leaned his head in a bored fashion upon one wing that rest upon the wooded arm of his makeshift throne. Decoys surrounded him, guarding him diligently, even though with all his power, there was really no need. Amazingly, even after the hundreds of deaths that had occurred over the past week, there was still ponies in the city of Ponyville, hidden away from the ever-watching eyes of both the decoys set to scout for survivors, and the Mary-Sue Duk himself.

The Duk chuckled to himself. There had been whispers of resistance among the survivors that he had tortured, but he didn’t care. Let them try. He feared no one. That being said, however, he thought it still wise to seek out this resistance, and crush the remaining hope from the lives of the still-surviving ponies. He would make them all pay for the carelessness of their actions that led to his many deaths. Rarity would not be the only one to suffer his wrath.

He waved a wing, and before him appeared forty more decoys. With a solitary “quak”, he ordered them to search for any remaining resistance. They all turned feather, and began walking out of the barn doors that still hung, lopsided, from their hinges.

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Meanwhile, in the Everfree Forest, the small encampment remained hidden from the eyes of the Duk that had destroyed their lives. Finish Line walked around the ponies who had endured so much, and felt for them. Many of his friends over the time they had been hidden had arrived since the fateful day that they had since dubbed Duk Day. One of which, was the only other surviving chef of Ponyville so far, Sunnyside. She was highly regarded as the premier meatball champion of Equestria, and ponies from all around would come to her restaurant, Mama Mia® to have even a single bite of her world-famous meatballs.

“Hey, Riboflavin,” she shouted toward Finish Line. She and him had nicknames for each other, being both competitors as well as friends over the years.

Weary and tired, Finish looked back toward Sunnyside and smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever. “What’s up, Danky Kang?”

“Nothin’ its just that –“ her voice was cut off by the sound of a rather large growling. “I don’t know how we are going to survive with this many ponies without any food.

For the past week, the only food that the entire camp had to eat, was the enumerable amount of lemons that Mao had brought with him in his saddlebags. Finish sat down on his haunches and looked toward the small patches of sky, still visible through the leaves and trees that made a canopy above them.

“I don’t know what we can do other than to see if there are any sources of food around the forest…” He seemed lost in thought.

Sunnyside chimed in after a few moments of silence. “Well… I mean there is always one place where we can get food.”

Finish Line looked over, a questioning look on his face. “And where would that be?” He shuffled around to face her.

“Well where else?” She pointed toward Ponyville.

Finish Line knew what she meant. Both, being owners of popular restaurants had stores upon stores of food from before they were attacked. It was risky to go back there though. They weren’t even sure if their buildings were destroyed or not, or even if they would survive the trip.

Something in the back of Finish’s mind kept him from shooting the idea down, however. The pony he had waited days upon days to return had yet to be seen. He needed closure. He needed to know what happened to her… His Crowne Prince…

“It’s a possibility,” he said, “But I refuse to bring anyone else here with us, it has to be us two in case there are any… well…” He trailed off.

“Complications…” Sunnyside finished the sentence for him. She agreed as well. The two of them, who knew their respective buildings best, should be the only two to venture out for food.

Finish knew that this was all for the greater good. It would also give him a chance to possibly find out what had happened to Crowne.

They walked together, silently and cautious not to attract the attention of some of their other friends. They knew that if they got word of what they planned to do, they would refuse to stay behind. Entering the small enclosure where Finish had been sleeping, they picked up a few things they would need and piled them in a saddlebag to take with them in the night while everypony slept. Sunnyside, getting a rather brave idea, thought it advantageous to see if she could trick Mao into letting them borrow his saddlebag for their excursion. He must have had some kind of magic enchanting it, after all, to be able to hold that many lemons.

She left to find him, Finish not knowing what she was doing. Moments later, however, he saw her come back into the small enclave, a saddlebag with a lemon mark upon it in her mouth. Opening it up, they were shocked to still see hundreds of lemons stuffed into the small space. It reminded Sunnyside of a magical object in one of her favorite books, Marey Potter.

Making the best of their time before nightfall, however, they continued to pile necessary accommodations for their dangerous trip to Ponyville ahead of them, leaving ample room for the return trip, if it was indeed by some miracle to happen, by taking out many of the lemons.

Night quickly descended upon them, however. Time seemed to pass quicker with newfound fear in both the hearts of Finish Line and Sunnyside. They waited until the moon was directly above them, and many of the ponies were asleep to head out. Even to the ponies awake still, it was extremely hard to see in the darkness around their encampments.

They had decided to head off to the closer one of the two, being Finish Line’s restaurant and animation studio, Noodlemation. Being toward the outskirts of Ponyville as well also made it the best candidate for food, as it may have not been targeted by the Duk on Duk Day.

The forest got less and less tangled as they traversed through it. Finish didn’t remember having to travel this far in when they initially escaped, but that could have also been his adrenaline at the time speeding up his perception of the situation. The trip took so long, he began getting lost in thought about Crowne, when Sunnyside brought him back to attention.

“Look!”

She pointed toward the now-visible town of Ponyville. Smoke still rose from the smoldering remains of the fire that had raged, or, for all that they knew, had been raging since they had evacuated. Promise was still there, however. A few buildings remained upright and untouched. After a few moments of taking in the horrible scene, however, they began to make their way toward Noodlemation.

They quickly figured out, though, that it was not going to be as easy as they originally thought. As they neared the outskirts of Ponyville, they spotted one of Duk’s decoys, patrolling the area, it seemed, innocently. At first, it scared them to see it, until they realized it wasn’t the Mary-Sue Duk, but they had heard of the horrible things that the decoys had done to innocent ponies who had now been reduced to nothing more than piles of dust in the wake of their master.

Not being unicorns, however, both of them had a bit of a challenge traversing into the city unnoticed. There were a few times where they were very nearly caught, but Sunnyside had saved them both from being noticed by throwing a rock to make a noise in the opposite direction from them as distraction.

It took hours to finally have the iconic logo of Noodlemation finally in view. The sign of the shop was still upright, and it seemed, from first glance, anyways, that the only damage done to the building was a few windows being broken. Carefully looking around, Sunnyside and Finish Line crept up to the building. Finish had store of noodles in the basement of his establishment stored away before everyone fled the city, and he hoped that remaining survivors had not found them before he had, however. He assumed the worst so as not to be disappointed.

The door creaked open, and they sidled inside quickly, noticing a decoy Duk nearing the corner of the road that the empty shop was on. Finish began to lead the way toward the basement, and Sunnyside quickly followed suit, neither making a sound, and both carefully treading as to not step on any of the broken glass.

Each step down the stairs to the basement where Finish kept all his noodles stored made an uncomforting squeak. Not enough to get the attention of the decoy Duks outside, but nonetheless, they both wished that the squeaking would stop.

The basement itself was extremely dark. The candles that had been lit before had long-since been extinguished, and they could really only make out shapes of things through the darkness. Knowing where all his noodles were stored, however, Finish Line made his way directly toward the back of the room, toward a door on the right. Feeling around the darkness on the wall with his wings, he located a handle and pulled it outward.

The smell of preserved, and edible noodles filled the air of the room. Finish Line, unnoticed by Sunnyside, was blushing furiously at the intoxicating smell of them. He quickly unequipped the lemon-saddlebag, and both he and Sunnyside got to work piling in the noodles into one side. They wanted to separate them from the food they hoped to put from their second location to keep it all organized.

Just as they had gotten most of the noodles into the bag, however, the solitary creak of a door hinge was heard from upstairs.

“Quak… Quak…”

Their hearts began to pound. They had not realized how much noise they had been making shuffling around the noodles. Donning the bag once more, Finish and Sunnyside crept silently back toward the staircase, toward a small hiding place it offered underneath to where it exited out onto the floor.

They could hear the decoy Duk creaking his way down, step by step, until he came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. Looking around, the Duk began looking for the disturbance he had heard from outside. Being as dark as it was, however, it was hard for him to make out anything but the smell of noodles in the room. It was lucky for them that the decoy decided not to try and look around the darkened room. He simply stood there, looking around in the silence for all of 5 minutes, before deciding that it was nothing, and began creaking his way back up the staircase and out the door again.

Sunnyside, who had, more or less, been holding her breath most of the time, let out a small sigh of relief and turned to Finish Line. “Alright then, I think we should start on our way to my restaurant now. We’ve aroused enough suspicion here as it is.”

Finish nodded, and, careful to make sure nothing was in the building, creaked their way back up the stairs, avoiding the lights from windows as they reached the top, and triple checking every direction to make sure they were not spotted before opening the door.

Mama Mia® wasn’t all that far away from Noodlemation. It was only about five to six blocks away at most. Sticking his head out of the door, Finish Line carefully stepped outside and began creeping leftward along the building to conceal himself again, Sunnyside following suit. There seemed to be a lot more Duk patrols around than when they had entered. Assuming they were there because of their disturbance earlier, Finish Line never stopped looking around to make sure they were hidden and silent still.

They had gone about three blocks when, while atop of a hill, they saw the sign of Sunnyside’s restaurant. The words “Mama Mia” were still painted in bright red, with every letter “a” mimicking the shape of a glittering meatball. Unlike Finish’s eatery, hers seemed to be more intact. There was perhaps only one or two broken windows at most, and the building wasn’t showing signs of destruction in the painting or structure. Noticing a patrol near the door however, they had to wait a bit for him to leave before entering the establishment.

As they began to open the door, they were both silently delighted to notice that the door wasn’t creaky. Quickly entering and shutting the door, Finish looked to Sunnyside. It was now her turn to take the lead. She walked toward the kitchens behind all of the tables that all of her customers had once taken joy in sitting in, toward the staircase in the back that led to her own storage of supplies.

Luckily, Sunnyside had had unicorns help her construct the building many years ago, so even in the basement, the lighting was enchanted to still work, though still dimly. As she reached the bottom of the dimly lit staircase, Finish noticed four different freezers, all set with a very heavy looking combination lock. What perplexed him, however, was that there was no way to turn them.

Sunnyside turned toward Finish Line. “These are password protected, so I’m going to need you to plug your ears.”

Finish Line crouched down and put his hooves over his ears as she asked. Sunnyside, making sure he really couldn’t hear, turned back around toward the first safe and whispered, “Das a spoicy-a meatbol!”

There was silence for all but a few seconds before a fairly loud “crack” split the silence of the room. The lock had snapped out from the door and slid toward the right of the door, making the whole door begin to swing outward and open. Just as the smell of noodles filled the room, the smell of meatballs began to emanate from the safe.

Finish Line, taking his hooves off his ears, looked up in awe as he looked upon literally hundreds of deliciously smelling and cooked meatballs.

He looked toward Sunnyside. “How are these cooked and ready already?!”

Giggling, she looked back and replied, “Well unlike YOU, I actually make use of a little thing we ponies of Equestria have called magic. You should try and use it sometime. There are a lot of unicorns out there, you know. Now hurry up, we gotta get these-a spoicy meatballs in that bag.”

And so they began. One by one, in an assembly-line fashion, they packed hundreds of meatballs into the other side of the bag. All the noise they had made seemed to have gone unnoticed, seeing as the building itself was still very structurally sound, and muffled a lot of what they were doing. Eventually, once they had finished, Sunnyside closed the safe back up, and began upstairs to make sure they were still safe from the decoy Duks patrolling outside. They had decided to save the other three safes for the next time they needed food. They were, after all, magically preserved.

Crouching down again, and with Finish Line carrying the lemon-bag in tow, they began to sneak back toward the door. With all the time they had spent in that basement, making the amount of noise that they were, it seemed that both of them were not as careful than when they first came in.

This lack of caution was apparent when, upon opening the door without looking first, they noticed a decoy Duk, not but 20 feet in front of them. He wouldn’t have noticed them at all until Sunnyside, who had opened the door, and upon seeing the decoy, had closed it loudly in reaction.

“QUAK!”

The Duk swiftly turned around toward the building, the small decoration on the front swinging lightly left to right. He immediately began to waddle toward the door, quaking every other step or so. Hearing the Duk draw nearer and nearer, Finish Line and Sunnyside began to panic. Looking around for a hiding space, they quickly tried to make it to the kitchen. Maybe the cupboards would offer them some sort of hiding place.

They could hear the scratching of the door behind them as they scurried. The Duk was at the door, jumping for the handle. Sunnyside, trailing slightly behind Finish Line could be heard breathing in panicked tones. “Hurry! He is gonna see us!’

The two of them rounded into the kitchen just as they heard the door handle creak downward. They had no idea how they were going to get out of this one…