Darryl The Duck was created by PartySnax and Setanna.
No character is real or is meant to represent any real life people.
Everything in this story is to be taken with a grain of salt.
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After screaming his little duck head off he realised he was hungry. He decided to go find some bread that people had left earlier that day. He found a torn apart loaf of bread floating around in the pond and decided to swim out and grab some, halfway there he realized he could swim even though he failed last time. He checked his wounds and saw they had healed and the feathers regrown. He floated towards the bread while thoughts were flying through his little duck brain. He could feel he had gotten smarter but still couldn’t figure out what was going on with him, or what to do next.
He filled himself with bread and stopped at the amount he would usually be full at, but noticed that he was still starving, and the bread wasn’t as filling as usual. He continued to eat till he was stuffed, he ended up eating all the bread that had been thrown in the pond earlier that day. He was astounded, never had he swallowed so much before. Thoughts where flowing through his brain hundreds of different answers and questions.
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Darryl The Duck thought to himself “what if i’ve been turned into a human on the inside? I eat more than ever, i can speak english and i think a tiny bit of german. It must have happened when that human filth bit me. It’s the only thing that makes sense.” Darryl The Duck quacked in frustration, but it wasn’t his usual quack or duck sound. He just said quack in english. He was mortified, his favorite hubby, quacking. Stripped away from him by HELEN. He was filled with hatred and animosity towards her. But he knew that had to wait, a thought out plan is the best plan. But that was just Darryl The Ducks excuse to go to bed as he was exhausted, and so he did. He slept under the tree he had slept under every day, every week, every month, and every year. But now that also had to change, afterall the human part of him found it horrible to sleep outside.
Darryl The Duck woke up to birds singing, and the sun shining. “It’s going to be a good day today, i can feel it. I just need a job so i can feed myself, i doubt the bread from the lovely old couple will suffice anymore.” Thought Darryl The Duck as he started to waddle out of the park and into the city in which he had never been before. The noisy cars and children didn't bother him anymore, he felt used to it. As though he lived his life in the city. He proceeded to look at every shop while walking through town, to see if anyone was hiring, and he found a lovely chinese restaurant. He waddled into the shop door trying with all his might to open the door.
He got the attention of a waiter on the inside. The waiter laughed at the little duck trying to open the door. Darryl The Duck looked directly into the eyes of the waiter and said “quack quack mother fucker, open up or this’ll be a slaughter”.