Avoid The Duck

Inching carefully past the immobile mallard, you make your way to the door of your house, creaking it open and slipping inside before slamming it shut and locking it as tightly as you can. This is just too messed up, and you can't deal with it. You just have to go to bed, get some rest. Everything looks better in the morning.

When you wake up, you find yourself in a dark room, shackled to a wall. You aren't sure what's going on at first, but then you look up and see the black duck again, something held in its left wing. You squint at it, hoping to see it more clearly, but you can't make it out at first. Then, with what must pass for a smile on that duckbill of his, he hurls it at you, and just before you're struck by it you can make it out: it's the rock you'd chucked at him earlier. It ends up being the last thing you see before you feel the sudden impact on your skull and everything goes black again.

Once again emerging from the haze of sleep, you find yourself not shackled to that wall but with your ankle shackled to a metal ring in the floor. There are no windows or doors in this room, but the staircase on the far end suggests that you're in a basement. In all likelihood, it's the basement of that same house you'd escaped earlier. When you turn to look to the other side, you see the duck sitting on the floor, staring at you with a look of pure contempt engulfing his gaze. You can tell that he can't talk, but only because of the words it looks like he so desperately wants to yell at you. Seeing how much you've angered him, to a degree that implies not only an injured head but also an injured pride, you can't help but crack the slightest of smiles. The duck sees this, and storms into the shadows, back where you can't see him, and you hear him rummaging through... something. When he finally comes back, he holds out a paintbrush in one hand and a large can dripping with shiny, light pink paint in the other.

"Oh crap," you mutter under your breath. The shine of that paint, the rubber skin of the painter who now approaches you to start his work... you can tell where this is going, and you don't like it one bit.