Hurt By Words Chapter One: "What Are You, Stupid?"

Hello everyone! So originally instead of a Huey based story I was going to start my third Louie story (not including my one-shots) but I wanted to try something new instead and my plot wasn't all that great, so I scrapped it. Rip.

Huey Duck trekked across the rocky terrain, "Okay people! I've got sticks for the fire!" He told the rest of the troop.

"I know you do." A troop member snorted, "But Violet already got them before you.

"O-oh." Huey didn't know what else to say.

Violet came into camp with some sticks, "There!" She said, rubbing them together to create a fire, "And we can use the spare ones as marshmallow sticks!"

But they're not even sharpened to Woodchuck guidelines! Huey thought.

He shook it off.

Soon all the Woodchucks were gathered around the fire.

"So Violet, tell us how you beat that boy!" A girl duck asked her excitedly.

"Yeah, did you see the look on his face when he lost. Blleeeeeh." A boy with big front teeth and large glasses made a face.

More people giggled.

Huey felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment and he pulled his hat over his head.

"She's the best Junior Woodchuck ever!" Someone else gushed.

"All Huey ever knew how to do was correct everyone. Oh look, I'm Hubert Duck the nerd! I like to annoy people by being very obsessed with weird nerd stuff and I think I'm sooooooooo smart and soooooooooo much better than everyone, but I couldn't even become a Senior Woodchuck." A beagle sneered.

"That's not true! I don't think I'm better than everyone else!" Huey piped up.

"Yeah you do. Oh I'm Hubert Duck! Wait…let me check the Junior Woodchuck guidebook to see if this is an appropriate salutation." The beagle pretended to open an imaginary book, "Ahhh yes, an appropriate greeting is shaking hands! Of course you wouldn't know that because I'm soooooooo much smarter than you! Well Huey, you aren't! You couldn't even beat Violet."

Now the boys had gotten dangerously close to fighting.

"I know I couldn't! But can everyone just please stop talking about Violet?! Violet this, Violet that, it's getting kind of annoying!"

"Why, are you jealous of her?" The beagle snickered.

"Ooooooooo!" His cronies chorused.

The beagle laughed, "What are you, stupid?"

Violet, Boyd, and Gosalyn, who were sitting on a log not far away, suddenly took interest in the conversation.

Gosalyn stood up, "So what if he couldn't beat Violet? You don't have to rub it in his face!"

"Shut it freak!" The beagle sneered.

"Plus how do you know that he's jealous?!" Gosayn sniffed.

"Well judging from increased heart rate-" Boyd started, but Huey just stormed off into the woods, "Not helping!"

"Huey wait!" Gosalyn called our after him, but he didn't stop.

"Boyd, go after him to make sure he doesn't get himself into trouble." Launchpad, the troop leader, (by default since the other leaders quit) instructed the robot.

Boyd ran after him.

- In The Woods-

"Violet this, Violet that! Violet is so awesome!" Huey sat down on a rock, "I could have beaten her in the Senior Woodchuck showoff! I had the chance! Why didn't I?!" He kicked a smaller rock.

Huey grumbled and took of his hat, taking out the Junior Woodchuck guidebook.

Tears sprung in his eyes and he ripped the book to shreds.

It felt good to rip something he guessed…

He searched himself but then remembered that Launchpad had taken his phone at the start of the trip, "Phooey!"

He looked around the forest and spotted a figure in the distance.

A bear?

A wolf?

A…Boyd?

"Huey! Wait up!" Boyd panted.

Huey sighed, "I'm not going back!"

He remembered how mad Della had been when he'd lost the showoff, thinking that Launchpad may have rigged the game or something.

But oh no, the truth is that Huey's a loser!

He took of his sash and ripped the Failure badge off of it, tossing it into the river running through the forest.

Stupid Violet!

Stupid beagle!

Stupid everything.

"I wasn't going to try and force you to come back. If you want, I can call Scrooge." Boyd told him.

"Thanks." Huey said, although it sounded rather monotone.

Boyd called Scrooge (being a robot kid has its advantages!) and soon he had come and picked him up.

Huey hopped into the limo curling his legs up to his chest. The poor little duckling stared at his sash in anger.

Just then, the imaginary guidebook appeared next to him.

"What are you doing here?" Huey asked it.

The guidebook ignored him, "You disobeyed your Woodchuck training! You deserve this!"

"Just shut UPPPPP!"

Scrooge looked in rear-view mirror, "Who are you talking to?"

JWG stuck his tongue out and smirked while Huey glared at it, "Don't you see him?"

"See what?"

"Nothing." Huey slumped in his seat.

"What are you, stupid?"

The beagle's words rang several times in his head.

"What are you, stupid?"

"What are you, stupid?"

"What are you, stupid?"

They finally made it to McDuck manor around seven P.M.

Huey hung his head as he entered the mansion.

"Hey Hue, what happened?" Dewey asked.

"Nothing." Huey grumbled, walking up to his room.

Dewey and Louie looked at each other and shrugged.

He sat down and stared at his notebook sitting on his bed.

The one with all his completed checklists, all his accomplishments, everything basically.

And ripped it all to shreds.

Everything he had worked towards….

Gone.

Just gone.

He closed his eyes.

"Weird. You're both really into weird stuff."

Huey had inwardly cringed at that statement at the time, but now it hurt even more to have it being repeated inside his head.

"Try being a kid for once, Huebot!"

Huey crossed his arms.

"What are you, stupid?"

"What are you stupid?"

The beagle's laughter echoed inside his head.

Huey cried softly into his shirt.

Della was already displeased with how you lost the challenge, and now what will she say when she hears you basically escaped from camp?

He guessed now he was in the position Louie had once been in.

Maybe he should ask him for help.

No.

Little brothers were supposed to come to the oldest for help, not the other way around.

Except Louie could probably talk his way out of a situation like this.

Huey can't.

Because he's just to honest, just too….good.

But not everyone's like that.

"What are you, stupid?"

Huey wiped tears from his eyes.

"What are you, stupid?"

"Boooooo! Adventure isn't about planning, it's about doing!"

Even Dewey, Huey's very own brother could hurt him even if it wasn't intentionally.

"You dragged me out of the bath for THIS?!"

Huey buried his face in his pillow.

"I said call me if something EXCITING happens!"

"What's more exciting that dendrochronology?"

"Ghouls, goblins, time paradoxes, daring quest that will cement our names in history, you get it."

Huey grinded his teeth together in frustration and closed his eyes, hoping he could drift off to sleep.

He couldn't.

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