Waking up in a small circle of light, Quackerjack immediately looked at his outfit, dreading over the business suit he knew he must be wearing…and being stunned when he saw he was still in his jester costume. Strange…he was overjoyed, but it was strange…there was one thing missing though; Mr. Banana Brain. Patting himself over, he couldn't find the doll in any of the pockets he usually stored it in.

"Don't worry, your preeecious little doll is safe…" Paddywhack's voice announced, echoing around in the darkness. Quackerjack swallowed, and shakily got to his feet.

"G-give him back right now! He's MY toy, not yours!"

Laughter followed, before Mr. Banana Brain suddenly appeared out of the darkness in front of him, seemingly floating in midair.

"If you want him so baaadly, then taaake him…"

Hesitantly, Quackerjack reached for the doll with shaking arms, and grabbed it. Suddenly he was yanked forward, into the darkness, and one hand grabbed his wrists, while another grabbed his beak, trapping it shut as a squeak of fear escaped him when he saw two red eyes glaring into his.

"You're in MY world nooow…so you follow MY ruuules…" Paddywhack growled. The grip on his wrists tightened painfully, causing the jester to wince.

"When I want to play, you'll simply obey without question; otherwise, I'll take away that nice little spot of light I gave you, and you can sit around here in the dark until I get bored. Understand?"

Quackerjack was hesitant at first, but the bone crushing grip on his wrists soon got him to nod. Paddywhack chuckled, released his beak, and patted the top of his head.

"That's a good little clown; now go sit down and behave, and I'll come back when I'm bored."

He was shoved backward, and fell back into the spot of light. He hastily scrambled into the center, as far away from the darkness as he could get on all sides, and looked around timidly as he sat Indian-style.

"C-can I have him back now?" he mumbled. There was a brief silence, before the demented spirit replied.

"If you're cooperative the first few times, I'll give him back for a little while…but you have to beehaave, understand?"

"B-but-"

"Or I can rip him to shreds right nooow…"

"N-no, please don't!"

"Well then, we have a deal, yeees?"

Quackerjack was silent for a moment, before sighing and bowing his head. Laughter surrounded him, and Paddywhack spoke up again.

"Goodie; I can't waaiit to get started. What is it you aaalways say again?"

The toymaker pulled on the ends of his hat, swallowing the large lump in his throat, already knowing what Paddywhack was going to say.

"It's plaaaaytiiiime…"

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In any other situation, Quackerjack would've enjoyed these games; if it wasn't him on the receiving end of the 'fun'. Paddywhack always made sure that the toy maker was on the losing end of whatever game they played. He had kept his promise though, and after the first couple sessions he'd allowed Quackerjack a few short minutes with Mr. Banana Brain. He would normally be giddy, but he spent that time simply curled up in a ball, hugging the doll tightly against his chest, whimpering. The doll was the only thing he had to look forward to through all the torment.

At the moment, he was trapped in a 'game' of Electrical Chess. Electrical because he was forced to wear a shock collar that zapped him every time he made a wrong move. It didn't help his case that he wasn't the best chess player; it was nowhere near as fun and easy as checkers.

"Your mooove…"

He glanced up at the black and white clad duck nervously, then back at the board as he swallowed the fearful lump in his throat. He could only see Paddywhack from the waist up, the rest was shrouded in darkness, and it appeared he was floating in midair.

Hesitantly, he lifted his bishop with a trembling hand, and set it on another spot, not really paying any attention as to where he was putting it as he tugged at the collar.

"You reeaally aren't that good at this game, are you?"

The piece disintegrated, and Quackerjack only had a millisecond before electric pain shot through him, causing him to scream as he grabbed at the collar. It passed after a few seconds, leaving him gasping for air.

"What'd I do that time?!" he exclaimed through gasps.

"My bishop trumps yours."

"I'm not a chess expert, but even I know you can't do that!"

Paddywhack chuckled, and flicked one of his pieces forward.

"It's my world, therefooore, my rules."

"But that's not fair-!"

A growl silenced him, and he hastily looked back down at the board. He only had three pieces left now, the horse, and the king and queen, whereas Paddywhack had all of his, of course. His eyes examined the board, fingers drumming frantically as be tried to think of any sort of strategy he could use. He'd never liked chess.

"Wh...what happens if I lose?" He asked, nervously glancing back up. Paddywhack snickered, and patted his head.

"Where's the fun in spoiling things?"

Quackerjack's eyes narrowed, and he glowered back at the board.

"I don't wanna play anymore..."

Another growl answered him, but he continued glaring, shifting it to the tall duck.

"I DON'T want to play anymore..."

"You have no CHOICE."

Quackerjack climbed to his feet, a small part of his brain wondering what the heck he was doing, and shouted,

"I'M NOT PLAYING ANYMORE! NOW GIVE ME BACK MR. BANANA BRAIN AND LET ME GO HOME!"

He had plenty more to say, but he was cut off when the shock collar he'd so stupidly forgotten had him on his knees in pain. Paddywhack grabbed his beak again, trapping it shut as he snarled in his face.

"YOUUU HAVE NO RIGHT TO ORDER MEEE AROUND! THIS IS MY WORLD, AND YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!"

The toy maker was thrown back to the floor, where he curled up in pain as the collar continued electrocuting him. Finally it stopped, and the collar was suddenly gone, leaving him panting and exhausted.

"Don't tryyy my patience again, little clooown..." Paddywhack growled, before vanishing into the shadows.

Quackerjack remained where he was, having no energy to move. His neck and hands were singed and hurting from where he'd grabbed the collar.

'I wanna go home...' He thought despairingly 'I wanna go home...'

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Writing Paddywhack is kinda hard when it comes to...well, torture. Because he's not like Negaduck where you can just give him a chainsaw or something and have it make sense; Paddywhack, while being an evil spirit, is STILL childlike in some instances, so his methods are going to be quite different than most, depending on how one offends him. So, if this seems weird for him, please know that I'm trying my best to keep him in character as well as up the stakes for Quackerjack.

Alright, that aside, please tell me how it seems so far! I appreciate feedback; it makes the fanfiction world go 'round!