(gasp. a… a request? after so long? AND ITS DUCKTALES?? I LOVE YOU /vpos)

You had a bad feeling about today. And now, you knew why.

You were the child of Pharaoh Toth-ra, the sun god. Many of his followers pestered you with questions, of what it was like to be related to him, how life was like living with him, blah blah you get it. They never treated you like one of them, they treated you as something higher up… which you weren’t too fond of, you just wanted someone to talk to and, considering your father had fallen into eternal slumber and only you knew about it, there weren’t many options.

So, you went into hiding for a while… by that, I mwan you hid in you father’s throne room, sat by his side. The guards brought you the food that Toth-Ra’s people donated in the hopes that the god would bring them the sun for longer periods of time, but… It never happened. The sun never shone down for long, not down here, not with Toth-Ra… “sleeping.” You were isolated in this golden room with your father’s cold, dead body, not strong enough to carry him over the seal in the floor that would bring him back. You sat next to him for long hours during each passing day, your hand holding gently his slender, taloned hands, hoping to will him back.

Until one day… His people attempted to revolt. You weren’t fully listening, they were doing for… something with a B… What was it, a Burr… ee-toe? You didn’t know what they were talking about. There was a kid in a green sweater that ran behind the throne to control the puppeteer-like system that controlled your father’s limp body to make him seem alive, but he broke the ropes allowing Toth-ra to move with the mechanism, and his body fell forward, sliding across the floor…

And right over the seal to bring him back.

You could only watch in awe as he rose from the floor, seeming enraged… until he saw you.

***“…{{user}}?”***p