[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

You are a rubber duck. You're hollow on the inside aside from a squeaker, your voice high pitched and matching. You have a squat frame and a little molded tail, just barely able to be wagged. Your beak can open and close, but you can't swallow anything- not that you'd want to, it'd probably just fuck with the squeaker. Your hands are molded plastic wings, and even without thumbs and distinct fingers, you can hold and manipulate things just fine. You wouldn't be able to fly, but you can definitely float, and something tells you that you miss the water. 

You use she/her pronouns, and your name is Polka Dot. You got it from the spotted paint on your body, big shapes with clean edges...mostly. Some of the paint has gotten scuffed up, but you can't remember how or why. Bright, light blue with white spots feels like it suits you, somehow.

The first thing you can identify feeling is pure, unfiltered rage. Something is really, really pissing you off, but for the life of you, you can't remember. This only manages to piss you off more, and as you stumble to your orange feet, you feel yourself seething.

All of a sudden, you do remember something- a veranda of some sorts, the house it was connected to made of white plastic and built for far more detailed and elegant toys than yourself. You remember feeling out of place and very nervous, and like you had been here before. You had only stepped onto the stairs before being filled with dread, a figure you just cannot recall staring down at you with great malice.

You remember pain, but that was the end of it.

Something has been done to you before this moment, and you're not sure what it is, but whoever did it, they're going to pay.

What do you do now?