Hey! Roxy Goth here. I have had this idea floating around for quite a while now, but it wasn't until sharing it with tonofthebalence that I realised it could be an actual story.

I think this story will be quite dark at times, though [hopefully] not without humour. The opening 'chapter' will explain a little more about what to expect, then the actual story will start.

I do not own Ducktales in any incarnation.

27/12/2040.

I never thought this day would come. I mean, logically, of course, I knew it would have to come, but I didn't think it would be quite this soon.

I have never liked writing things down, it goes against my basic common sense. Writing things down means there's concrete evidence that can be used against you later and let's face it, my dear, that's just plain stupid.

But I always promised myself that when I became old enough I would write down my memories for you. After all it's only fair that you know, and to be brutally honest with you, I should have told you these years and years ago, but - as you will see - I had my reasons for not being fully honest.

Nevertheless there are some parts of this you know and some that you don't. I will do my best to recount to you the story of myself and your grandad and - more importantly - the story of your parents.

There will be highs and lows. There will also be bits that are uncomfortable to read, but to be fair you probably knew that already. After all. You know the end already. It's the beginning and the middle I have to tell you about.

I apologise if my words appear to be muddled and confused. I am quite old now, you know. Nevertheless, I will do my best.

No matter what you read, my dear, just remember this - I love you very much and did everything in yourself and your mothers best interests.

Love, Granny.