AUNT? SCROOGE MCDUCK X FEM READER REMAKE

"Now set your eyes to auto cause you're watching the Ottoman Empire all-day marathon!"

Sebastian's eyes snapped open; he groaned as he groggily slid out of bed. His feet hitting the floor as he exited his room and walked down the stairs, he lazily peeked into the living room as the kids watched the Ottoman Empire.

He grumbled with a frog blink as he made his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge to find a pre-made smoothie. He opened it and poured the whole thing in his mouth, swallowing it in one go. He squirmed at the light bitter taste, but he knew it was good to keep a good balanced diet, especially when being a model. Sebastian looked at his reflection on the fridge door, his disheveled hair and dark circles.

"Fuck... I need to rest." He muttered, pushing his hair back; he hated looking unprofessional. Being a model and designer along with Y/n had its challenges, but he couldn't give up on their big upcoming project; he just couldn't.

Sebastian blinked as his vision became cross; he stumbled out of the kitchen and into the dining room; he frowned, falling to his knees. He slapped himself in the face, but he didn't feel anything; his eyes widened as he looked up to see an intruder.

"What d-did you do?" He muttered, seeing the figure smirk down at him; they walked closer and gripped his hair, forcing him to look them in the eyes.
"Sweet dreams, little prince." They dropped his head on the ground, rendering him unconscious.

"You're not who I need." They snarled and exited the room from a window, making their way to the second floor. They quietly walked around till they entered a room; two sleeping figures could be seen. They crept close and took out a syringe; just as it was about to be injected, they were knocked to the ground.

"What do you want?" Stephen asked them as he looked at them; he glared at them before looking to the side where Scarlett was sleeping.

The intruder didn't say anything except jump up with a kick, which he dodged, grabbing the intruder's leg and throwing them to the wall. The intruder stood up and raised their arm, shooting out something; before it hit him, Scarlett pushed him out of the way.

"Scarlett!" Stephen grabbed her before she hit the ground; he groaned seeing the intruder aim their arm at him. His eyes glowed, but he couldn't do much as he staggered to keep his balance; he fell to the ground, passing out.

The intruder grinned before bounding them with rope and placing them in a helicopter. They gave one last look before catching a glimpse of a familiar face; they balled up their fists and headed back to the mansion.

Scrooge turned in his sleep, his arm reaching out next to him only for him to feel nothing. He groaned softly as he woke up, rubbing his eyes as he looked at the spot Y/n was supposed to be.

"Y/n?" He called out as he got out of bed; he walked towards his closet and slipped on his red frock, top hat, and black spats. He exited his room and entered the dining room; Y/n and Webby sat at the table, both deep in their own world. Y/n was drawing in her sketchbook while Webby read an unofficial biography about Scrooge; he could see Y/n's disheveled appearance and tired eyes.

Scrooge came in and sat in his chair, the head of the table. Y/n to his right and Webby to his left.

"Morning, Mr. McDuck." Webby said as she slammed her book down. Y/n jumped at the sound and groaned; she glared lightly as she viciously drew.

"Oh, uh, good morning, Webbigail. Where's your granny? She didn't bring up my nutmeg tea this morning."
"Mmm, I could go for some coffee." Y/n murmured.

"Oh, I can make your tea and coffee!" Webby exclaimed as she got off her seat and grabbed the trolley cart.

"That's really not—eh, alright." They watched her make the tea and made sure to point out, "It's one droplet of—"