Gosalyn sat up, pressing one hand to the side of her head. "Whoa. What happened?" She'd been kidnapped plenty of times and woken up in strange places a few times, too. But this felt different. Though she couldn't quite put her finger on how, yet.
She pushed herself to her feet, her sneakers squishing into the sand. Her jersey hung a little longer than usual, brushing the tops of her knees. That was odd... had she been shrunk? Tough to tell without having anything she could compare herself to. "I have to investigate!" She narrowed her eyes, looking around for clues.
As she crept away from the water, on the look out for any suspicious characters, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. But she had to focus! If she was going to get out of this she couldn't lose her head. She heard a sound and whirled around, arms poised for attack... and she found herself facing down the barrel of a rather large gun. Her hands flew to her beak as she gasped... and she slapped herself in the face.
What?!
Her hands groped at her face and it was then that she realized something very terribly wrong.
Her beak was missing.
Ignoring the strange looking people with guns, she screamed.
Do you want to play a game?
She didn't hesitate to follow that voice. Partly because she didn't know any better. Mostly because she wanted something to do and needed some way to get to the bottom of this place!
So she was currently racing around the arcade with a hockey stick, trying to get one of the little robots to stop long enough for her to practice her slap-shot.
Gosalyn Mallard | Darkwing Duck
Gosalyn sat up, pressing one hand to the side of her head. "Whoa. What happened?" She'd been kidnapped plenty of times and woken up in strange places a few times, too. But this felt different. Though she couldn't quite put her finger on how, yet.
She pushed herself to her feet, her sneakers squishing into the sand. Her jersey hung a little longer than usual, brushing the tops of her knees. That was odd... had she been shrunk? Tough to tell without having anything she could compare herself to. "I have to investigate!" She narrowed her eyes, looking around for clues.
As she crept away from the water, on the look out for any suspicious characters, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. But she had to focus! If she was going to get out of this she couldn't lose her head. She heard a sound and whirled around, arms poised for attack... and she found herself facing down the barrel of a rather large gun. Her hands flew to her beak as she gasped... and she slapped herself in the face.
What?!
Her hands groped at her face and it was then that she realized something very terribly wrong.
Her beak was missing.
Ignoring the strange looking people with guns, she screamed.
Do you want to play a game?
She didn't hesitate to follow that voice. Partly because she didn't know any better. Mostly because she wanted something to do and needed some way to get to the bottom of this place!
So she was currently racing around the arcade with a hockey stick, trying to get one of the little robots to stop long enough for her to practice her slap-shot.