"Skulduggery do you have Anatidaephobia?" The confused figure shakes his head, sure that, that is some type of fear, but he doubts he has fears. "Are you absolutely sure about that?" She asks, eyebrows raised.

"Mercy, I'm quite sure." She nods here head as if to agree and walks out of the room with a blank expression on here face. And so she finds Fletcher sitting on the dining table and shoves him off.

"Fletcher do you have Anatidaephobia?" He looks at her as if she was the most ludicrous things he's sawn, and that itself says something.

"I rather not answer to that question." He stated, just before transporting to the doorway of the kitchen.

"But why?" She moans, wanting to know very much if he has it or not.

"Well because every time I answer incorrectly you either torture me or my hair. I don't really like that, you do understand?" He said, reaching into the fridge.

"Don't talk to me as if I understand smart people words, wanker." She mumbled as she ran off and out of the house.

At her house…

Mercy holds a rubber duck in her hand.

"They will be afraid, very afraid." She laughs like a lunatic, while spreading butter on the yellow duck.