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The first and most important role of a toy, any toy, is to take care of their child. Little Leslie was enjoying her bath upstairs by herself. The novelty of unsupervised baths had not worn off on her, and she spent every possible moment splashing and playing with her toys.
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Ducky

by Painshifter

The first and most important role of a toy, any toy, is to take care of their child.

Little Leslie was enjoying her bath upstairs by herself. The novelty of unsupervised baths had not worn off on her, and she spent every possible moment splashing and playing with her toys.

She knew, of course, that many toys did not make good bathtime playmates, but her favorite and oldest bathtime buddy was Ducky.

Ducky had been among the first words she could say, and so had been named simply.

Being a simple rubber duck meant Ducky was sturdy, and his smiling face easily survived the younger years where “playtime” meant grabbing hold and slamming him over and over into the water,

the wall, and the side of the tub. Ducky never minded, and looked forward to bringing her joy however he could.

His patience was well-rewarded, and now playtime included deep sea dives for brilliant fish, exploring underwater caves, and being a boat.

Tonight Ducky and Leslie were swimming with the mermaids in the Specific Ocean, when something unexpected interrupted.

Ducky, above water that was filled with bubbles, couldn’t see the tentacle slither up from the drain and wrap itself around Leslie’s leg.

He could certainly tell though when it yanked her down, her unexpected gasp of surprise followed by her head sinking below water and her hand releasing Ducky.

Ducky, ever the dutiful toy, quickly followed her under, diving beneath the bubbles. Shortly after Leslie emerged, gasping and quickly jumping out of the tub.

Leslie’s screams brought her mother running, who found her daughter dripping water all over the living room as she sprinted away from the bathroom.

“There’s a monster in the tub!”

More puzzled than alarmed, Mom allowed Leslie to drag her into the bathroom where puzzlement quickly gave way to fright.

Draped over the edge of the tub was what appeared to be a thin black tentacle, the torn side of it dripping an inky blackness into the now cloudy water.

And there, floating in the middle of the carnage, sat a smiling Ducky, pleased to have done his job.

The first and most important role of a toy, any toy, is to take care of their child.

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