I'm finally writing one-shots again! Basically, a car crash and a busy month got me put on pause for a moment, but here I am! Note there are NO SPOILERS in this one shot. This was written before the season finale!

"Hey Granny, I'm gonna walk around for a bit. I'll be back in time for dinner," Webby hollered, jumping up to reach her lavender jacket that hung on the coat rack.

Mrs. Beakley walked into the hallway to see her granddaughter approaching the front door. "Need to get some fresh air, I see?"

Webby nodded. "Got my phone as well. Feel free to call if I need to be home sooner," she said.

"Alright," Mrs. Beakley said contently. "See you soon," she said, waving as Webby left the house.

With the door clicking shut, Webby began her travel wherever her webbed feet took her. With every step she took, her mind continued to pace and spin. Despite it being a week or so, she couldn't get that sentence out of her head.

"You are not family!"

At this point, she had cried all of her tears out and had no more in her body. She and the triplets had been keeping some communication over the past several days, but nothing too significant.

And then there was Lena. Ever since traveling into the Other Bin, she hadn't seen her. Webby tried to get in contact with her but to no avail. She wished Lena could get in contact with her, she really needed someone to talk to about the whole situation.

To her, it felt like the end of the world. Sure, she could just go to the dock and visit Huey, Dewey, and Louie any time. Wait, no she couldn't. They're moving to Cape Suzette tomorrow. Webby sighed, glad that she didn't have to move far away because of this.

For now, her and Granny had got in contact with a relative that was willing to let them stay for a while until Granny found a house. She promised that they would stay in Duckburg.

Sand. Soft, fine sand covered her feet like a thick blanket. Webby looked up to see that she had arrived at the beach. The all too familiar beach.

"Maybe I'll find Lena here," she murmured to herself. She turned her body to the right and began to head to the dilapidated area where she first met Lena.

CLING~

Webby looked down at the rocks to see an empty bottle. She picked it up hastily and inspected it, hoping that there was something, anything, in there. However, it was empty, just like how it looked.

She sighed, looking back up and staring at the rock steps. One. Two. Three. Four. Webby hopped onto the wooden platform, her feet slightly wet from the slippery rocks.

"Lena?" she shouted. "Are you around here?"

Silence. Then, a head popped out behind one of the pillars.

"Lena!" Webby cheered, running over.

Lena grinned goofily and ran over. The two embraced.

"Oh Lena, I've missed you so much!" Webby said. "Everything's gone downhill!"

"It has?" Lena said. "What happened?"

The two walked over and sat down along the edge of the boardwalk. Webby started all the way from the beginning and explained everything that had happened up until where she was now. Of course, she didn't include the part about Della, as that was a personal thing. A family thing, she told herself. Of course, she wasn't family, right?

She ended the story with a heavy sigh. Lena laid an arm around her shoulder.

"Webby, I'm so sorry this is all happening," Lena said.

Silence.

"How come you didn't answer your phone?" Webby asked.

"Oh," Lena began, "I uh," she looked around, "kinda sorta… dropped it? In the water!"

Webby sighed. "Oh." She looked up at Lena. "So, do you wanna hang out or something?"

Lena sat there, frozen. Not moving. Her pupils dilated, but that was just about it.

"Uh, Lena?"

Ink black covered her scleras, a bright red replacing the pupils.

"What's going on?" Webby yelled, scooting away.

Lena turned and looked over at Webby. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Webster!"

Webby began shaking in fear. "Wh-Who are you? What did you do to Lena?"

"The name's Magica." The possessed Lena walked over to Webby. "Would you be a dear and-"

Webby screamed, pushing Lena down and running as fast as she could. One. Two. Three-

She slipped on the rock, her phone falling into the water and floating away. Her entire body was submerged in water before she swam up and got ahold of another rock.

"Come here, little girl!" she cooed.

"No!" Webby yelled, swimming over to the shore.

Sand covered her palms and her legs, the grains filling in the crevasses in her clothing. All of those thoughts whizzed by in Webby's mind, however. All she cared about right now was getting away from Magica.

Her webbed feet quickly sank in the sand with each step as though the sand had hands and was trying to pull her in. She didn't dare look back. Not now.

As soon as she made it to hard land, she bolted. She didn't look at the crosswalk lights or who was in her way. With every step she breathed harder, her breath becoming more shallow by the second.

Her mind was on autopilot. She didn't set a specific destination. She let her feet take her to whatever it thought safety was.

Webby's legs ached going up the inclined gravel path. Wait, gravel path?

She looked up and saw the all too familiar double doors. Without a second thought, she began banging on the doors. She couldn't form coherent words, only screaming.

"Why are you running away, child?" Magica said.

Webby turned around and saw her possessed friend floating towards her.

"Get away!" she yelled, still banging on the doors. Her hands were probably numb at this point, but she didn't care.

"Who's banging on my door!" The Scottish duck yelled in anger.

Webby looked up and saw the sleep deprived, grody tank-top wearing billionaire. He saw the scene going on and all thoughts flew out of his head.

"Get in!" he yelled, grabbing Webby's wrist.

She turned around, wanting to get her last words out. Webby wasn't thinking, of course she wasn't.

"I wish I'd never met you!"

SLAM!

Lena blinked. Tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Webby…" was all she could choke out.