POV: Alex (Third-Person)
Alex stands quietly as Scrooge walks down a hallway escorted by a hive member.When Scrooge holds the room key forward, space ripples.
A golden door appears.
Or, more accurately—
A door made of gold, engraved with Celtic knotwork, diamonds inlaid around the frame, and a giant McDuck family crest that Scrooge clearly never created in his life.
But which the Infinite Hotel simply knew he wanted.
The door opens.
🔶 POV: Scrooge McDuck (First-Person)
The moment I walk in—
I almost drop dead.
"BY THE BONES O' ME ANCESTORS—!!"
The room is—
Perfect.
It's as if someone reached into me skull, pulled out every dream I ever had about the perfect bedroom, and made it real.
The Floors
Solid gold.Not painted.Not plated.Pure gold.Polished so reflective I can see me own stunned face in it.
The Walls
Covered in ancient maps—Babylonian, Viking, Aztec, and some I've never seen before.Each glows faintly as if enchanted.
The Ceiling
Crystal chandelier shaped like treasure coins raining downward.
The Furniture
A massive four-poster bed with red velvet sheets embroidered with treasure patterns.A desk made of carved oak with little gold nuggets embedded in the wood.A display of weapons:swords, axes, spears, maces—some from Earth, some from worlds far, far beyond Earth.
There's even a pedestal with a treasure chest on it.
And when I open it?
It's full of—
Nothing.
Empty.
But that emptiness is a promise.
A promise o' future treasure I'll put in it myself.
I grin so hard my bill creaks.
"This… This is better than me dream bedroom."
Alex's voice echoes behind me.
"It is designed based on your preferences and subconscious desires."
I spin.
"Aye, well ye did a spectacular job!"
I run across the room, inspecting every artifact, swinging a sword, admiring me reflection in a golden shield.
Then I notice a second door.
A door with runic symbols swirling across it.
"What's this?"
Alex speaks flatly:
"Your training room."
I kick it open.
🔶 POV: Scrooge McDuck (First-Person)
I step inside—
And stop dead again.
"…Is… is this the MOON?"
Because it sure looks like the moon.
Gray surface.Cracked stone.Low gravity.And above me—
Earth.
MY Earth.
Blue.Green.Glowing.
I bounce experimentally.
Boing.
Boing.
"Oho! I can jump like a frog on springs!"
I laugh, delighted, before noticing something else.
Weapons.
An entire rack of them.
Swords from medieval Europe.Katanas.Axes.Spears.Chainmail armor.Leather armor.Scale armor.
And then—
Hive members.
Four of them.
Standing like perfect warriors.
Swords drawn.Posture impeccable.Breathing steady.
Waiting.
I turn to Alex.
"…Are they sparrin' partners?"
"Yes."
"And are they good?"
Alex's head tilts.
"They adapt automatically to your skill level. They also do not tire unless instructed."
I whistle low.
"…I've just found me new favorite place in the Omniverse."
I draw a longsword off the rack.
It feels perfect—balanced, polished, sharp enough to shave a feather off me bill.
I take a fighting stance.
"So then—who's first?"
A hive member steps forward.
We clash.
And I'm immediately launched twenty feet backward due to the low gravity.
"OOF—!! Right!"I hop back up."Shoulda accounted for moon jumpin'!"
I rush back in.
This time, I hit harder.Faster.Wilder.
They match me perfectly—never too strong, never too weak.Just enough to keep the fight exciting.
I laugh.
Laugh with pure joy.
This isn't training.
This is adventure.
This is living.
This is—
Everything I ever wanted.
After five matches, I stand panting, exhilarated, feathers fluffed with pride.
"Aye… aye, this is the life.This hotel… This place…I've found paradise."
🔶 POV: Alex (Third-Person)
Alex observes from the doorway, the moon's false light shimmering across his faceless silhouette.
Scrooge McDuck is exhausted.
But glowing.
Shining with youthful adventure and unbreakable determination.
"Your room," Alex says calmly, "will always reset itself. Your treasure chest will fill only with what you place in it. And your training room can change its environment upon request."
Scrooge wipes sweat from his feathers.
"What other environments do ye have?"
Alex answers plainly:
"Any you can imagine."
Scrooge freezes.
His eyes grow wide.
His smile grows wider.
"…I'm never leavin' this hotel."
Alex responds immediately:
"You will check out eventually."
Scrooge crosses his arms.
"We'll see."