The world despised him: it sank its slandering fangs into the veins that drugged him to keep living. Time was nonsense, cold, dead, lonely. Time was an ideal, not a fact. Time passed quicker than butter on his hands, could it have been even possible? It didn't matter, why should it.
The doll stoned back a reflection that, no matter how many times Quackerjack polished it, wouldn't smear itself off the surface. It was almost ingrained into the soul of whatever creation he could have conjured.
The doll's eyes wailed like a butchering cackle, strangling the toy-maker into the backseat of life's truck, execrated him into a gag, drowning him into the shadows of the trunk where Quackerjack whisked away under a station's radar.
Like over his dead body.
The toy-maker threw the children's toy across the floor, thriving it into prosperous shards. For a time, the duck had been content, until bad omens ensnared him once again: he caught glimpses of his reflection, blaring deranged depictions back into him. Quackerjack cracked his teeth into a grimace, spiking his eyes into wildfire. "Why do I need something like you to harass me!? I made you!" The words rang chimes against his mind, screeching, pitching, deaf curing, eye bleeding.
Mr. Banana Brain smashed into view.
Quackerjack crashed his eyes against the picture, but it only grew in intensity and brilliance. How could, the only thing in the world that the toy-maker ever loved, gouge him through his paper thin chest, like it were of the dying Ides of March? The condolences Quackerjack gave could never feed his shame to satisfactory. Banana Brain was merely but a haunting, it had been Paddywhack who annihilated Quackerjack's loyalty, Banana Brain had been the same as he ever was.
Banana Brain had been the same as he ever was. He showed Quackerjack the world, the hatters, the treachery, the murders.
Unlike the world, Banana Brain cared enough to show Quackerjack the dwellings inside of sanity's own mind. Perhaps, that had been the problem. Perhaps, for an utter change, Quackerjack had become sane.
Quackerjack still found it all the more maddening.