My All Creation deuteragonist, Jobe, has already been eaten by ten Disney villains, one of whom has eaten him twice -- Legend of Tarzan villains Tublat, the evil gorilla, and Kaj, the evil Leopard Man who worked in the service of Queen La, Merlock, the main villain of Duck Tales: the Movie - Raiders of the Lost Lamp, even a human predator, Stromboli, the gypsy serving as a minor villain from Pinocchio, the feral form of the evil Shere Khan from The Jungle Book, the anthro form of Shere Khan from Tale Spin, Tick-Tock, the evil, Hook-obsessed crocodile from Peter Pan, Sewernose de Bergerac, the evil, opera-loving alligator from one episode of Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers, Boll Weevil, the evil oat tycoon from one episode of DuckTales, the sinister Bankjob Beagle, one of the seven infamous Beagle Boys from DuckTales, the deadly Sa'Luk, the Cassim-replacing King of Thieves from Aladdin and the King of Thieves, the dastardly Dark Dragon from American Dragon Jake Long, and, most recently, the "Honorable" Sherriff of Nottingham from Robin Hood! We will yet again continue this series of comics involving Jobe getting eaten by more of my favorite Disney villains. As I have said before, I'd always imagined them making meals out of me. As Jobe is based on me, appearance-wise and personality-wise, he'd be the closest thing I could have to me getting eaten by these villains myself. So I could live it vicariously through him, so to speak.

In this short story, Jobe has re-formed from his digestion and absorption by the Sherriff of Nottingham and has jumped to his next Disney world. This time, he's found himself in a secret base belonging to Darkwing Duck, the star of the eponymous show! And he's about to encounter one of my favorite villains: the evil demon duck Paddywhack. Sadly, he only made one appearance on the show, but I still enjoyed him very much and thought that he would make an excellent predator! And just like the other predators, Jobe's encounter will pretty much end the same way. But why would Paddywhack want to eat him? . . .

Just then, the huge head of a duck popped out of the box, an evil look on his face as he grinned at Jobe. He had a black mask on his face, glowing red eyes, and a big beak with razor-sharp teeth inside.
“I feel great misery nearby,” the duck said, looking at Jobe, who looked shocked at his sudden appearance. He then extended upward as he pulled himself out his box. “It feels quite nice. Quite nice.”
Jobe looked up at him as he extends upward, getting a look at his appearance. He seemed to be dressed almost like a clown or a jester of some sort, with a midsection that clearly wasn’t proportionate to his legs, which seemed extremely long and stretchy. He was covered in black and white with only occasional splashes of color on him.
Craning his head down to put his face right near Jobe’s, the large duck asked “And who might you be, my fine boy?”
“My name is Jobe,” Jobe replied calmly, “if that is any of your business.” But . . . but who are you?”
The large dark moved behind Jobe with a fairly cartoonish movement. “I am Paddywhack,” he replied, “and I thrive on basic human misery.”
Paddywhack was no ordinary duck. He was actually a demonic, supernatural duck who thrived on negative emotions like pain, sorrow, and despair.
And misery.
Whenever Paddywhack sensed that misery, he would grow stronger and stronger, as he actively fed on it.
Paddywhack had spent centuries trapped in his mysterious jack-in-the-box. But recently, while visiting a toy museum, Gosalyn had played a prank on her father, then in his civilian form, Drake Mallard, by striking him with a joy buzzer. The negativity he’d shown from that prank had awakened Paddywhack enough to free himself from the box. After that, he had possessed the doll of local villain Quackerjack, taking control of his stuffed toy, Mr. Banana Brain, for a few hours, before deciding that Quackerjack was no longer of any use to him and sucking him into his box with him. Darkwing, Gosalyn, and Launchpad had then taken the box back to the former’s base and were analyzing to see how they could get Quackerjack out of it.
Unfortunately, no one kept a close enough eye on it when an unnamed human stranger suddenly appeared and wandered by it. And said stranger’s own misery of being worlds away from home had awakened the being in the box yet again. . . .

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