Invention Defects (Dun Dun Dun)
Okay this is my first Star Ocean ficcy so be nice people. It's been awhile since I last put an entry in so I hope this one will be a success upon my return!
I hope you all enjoy!
"Rubber ducky, you're the one . . . rubber ducky, we're having some fun . . ." Watching the small rubber device float around in the tub sparked some excitement in Welch's face. The blonde, ditzy girl giggled in glee as she saw the duck float around in the tub, slowy moving in circles. Every moment brought more and more joy in her youthful eyes.
"Hey you sexy beast, don't you like takin' a bath with me?" She picked up the ducky and kissed its lips lovingly, then placed it back in the water. To her, the duck seemed so happy to be in the tub with her. Unfortunately, she was too happy with the duck to notice anything different with the bathroom.
"Quack quack," The duck floated around, making its cute little noise. Welch was so happy with that duck. It all seemed to be a blissful dream. Until that moment . . .
"Come here ducky . . ." Welch beamed as the ducky continued to float in the water in front of her, not at all moving. All it did was quack . . . every moment . . .beginning to scare the poor girl.
"Ducky . . .?" Welch looked at the duck with curiosity, as well as a little fear. It continued to quack, never ending, until it happened . . .
Slowly the ducky head turned, all 180 degrees, with a sinister look on its face. It beheld little duck horns, with flames starting to rise from its body. Its quacks slowly changed to evil quacking laughs such as, "MUAH QUAH QUAH QUAH!"
Welch began to scream as a ticking sound began to initiate, ticking faster as her screams became louder. Trying to escape the bathroom, she hopped up and scrambled, still screaming. Unfortunately . . . TICK TICK TICK . . .
BOOM!
A little child pointed to an explosion a few miles away from the vendor her parents were shopping at. It resembled a nuclear explosion, consisting of pretty cerulean and crimson lights.
"Look mommy, pretty lights!" The girl tugged on the hem of her mother's dress . . .
Flipping open a communicator, a charcoaled looking person spoke into it, seeming extremely angry.
"You . . . will . . . die . . . Fayt . . ."