I noticed there aren't a lot of stories that involve Paddywhack making a comeback for revengem(heck, I don't think there ARE any; one maybe?). So I thought I'd fix that; I think I just enjoy writing dark stuff...should I be worried?

Anyway, please read and enjoy, and tell me what you think! ^^

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Quackerjack strolled into his underground toy kingdom, whistling merrily as he did. It was still messy after that lousy Darkwing Duck wrecked the place, but he and his toys were making progress in cleaning it up.

"So, Mr. Banana Brain, where shall we start today? Do we continue with the building block castle, or start on the Lincoln Log bridge leading into it?" he asked, pulling the doll from his pocket.

"Well if you're gonna build that bridge, you should move all the junk out of the way, May."

Quackerjack glanced at the spot he planned to start the bridge, which was still piled with stuffed toys, action figures, and other various playthings.

"Good thinking partner; we can just move it out of the way until we figure out what to do with it."

He called two of his robotic teddy bears over, and they started clearing the toys out of the way. Quackerjack was fumbling with a large cluster of toys in his arms, blocking his front view.

"Hey, someone tell me which way I'm going-WHOA!"

His foot hit something, and he tripped to the floor, sending the toys in his arms flying.

"Owie…Teddy watch where you're going, will ya?" he snapped, sitting up. However, the bear he thought he'd tripped over was a good distance away, and so was the other bear. So what had he hit? He looked around but saw nothing that would've caused him to fall; it had felt like a box or something of the sort.

Seeing nothing, he shrugged, and started gathering the toys back up.

"Huh, clumsy me I guess; although I could've sworn there was something there...maybe I'm losing it."

"Can't lose what you never had, Chad."

He glanced down at Mr. Banana Brain hanging out of his pocket in annoyance as he reached for another toy.

"That's quite hurtful Mr. Banana Brain…true, but hurtful-"

His hand hit something cold and hard, and he glanced at it curiously since he couldn't recall picking up any of his tanks- and froze. It was a jack-in-the-box.

He flew back with a shriek, holding his Banana Brain doll tightly as he hit the floor, and continued scooting backwards until he hit the concrete wall.

"Wh-wh-why is th-th-THAT here?!" he shouted.

"I thought you got rid of all your jack-in-the-boxes, Roxas?" Mr. Banana Brain asked.

"I-I-I did! I got rid of every last one of those stupid things after-after you know who!"

"So why's this one here?"

"M-Maybe I missed it, or...I don't know, but it's not gonna be here long!"

He glanced back at the box, and was startled to see it was closer than before. Swallowing, he glanced at his two bears, who were still working, oblivious to his situation, and whistled at them.

"Hey, you bozos take that thing and get rid of it! I don't care how; throw it in the ocean, smash it to bits, burn it, just get rid of it!" he ordered furiously. The two bears nodded, and marched towards it.

They picked it up, but as soon as they did, they were thrown back by some sort of force, and smashed to pieces against the walls. Quackerjack stared at the remains for a few seconds, then at the box once again. It was definitely closer now, a little more than five feet. The jester yelped, trying to move further back, but the wall prevented any such movement. The handle on the toy started turning in a slow circle, and he felt his heart skip a couple beats.

It couldn't be…it was impossible! Wasn't it…?

The lid sprung open, and a tall, thin figure rose out of it, towering over the trembling duck, and glowing red eyes bored into him.

"Will you plaaaay with meee?"

A terrified shriek escaped Quackerjack's beak as he scrambled to his feet and took off down one of the sewer pipes. Paddywhack's laughter followed him, and as he looked back he saw the demented duck's shadow following as well. He raced through the tunnels, not really paying any attention where he was going, and making random turns into different tunnels at every cross-section.

"Whyyy are you running, Quackerjack? Don't you waaant to plaaaay?"

"NO, GO AWAY!"

He hit a dead end at a barred cover where water would drain out, and he whipped around to face- nothing. There was no sign of Paddywhack, or his shadow, or even his jack-in-the-box. He slid to the floor, hugging Mr. Banana Brain tightly as he shivered; he could still feel the sinister presence close by, and getting closer by the minute.

"Didn't you miiiss meee, little clown? I was sooo excited when I found out where you were…"

The chilling voice echoed all around him as he curled up into a trembling ball.

"I thought we could plaaaay some moooore…"

"No, no, no, no, no…" he whimpered, shaking his head as he felt the presence closing in.

Something tapped his foot, and he jumped, glancing down to see the jack-in-the-box. He jumped back with a yelp, and hit the bars. The lid opened, and a strong force started pulling him towards it. He held tightly to the metal bars with one hand while his other held Mr. Banana Brain.

"NO, NO, I DON'T WANNA GO BACK IN THERE, NO!"

A hand grabbed his leg, and pulled him from the bars, dragging him across the ground, and partially into the box.

"NO, LET ME GO, NO! HEEEEELLP!"

He caught the edge of the opening as he was pulled in, letting out another scream, before his hand slipped, and he fell into darkness.

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