Brayden stares directly at Callum. He opens his mouth and says, "Foxes are invasive and must be captured..," in a flat voice.
"Ha," laughs Callum, "Funny."
"They are invasive in this country."
"Cut it out," Callum continues to laugh.
"They must be captured," says the Brayden drone as he steps closer.
"Okay. Cut it out. You're starting to scare me."
"I am not going to hurt you."
Callum gently kicks Brayden. Brayden stops and says, "Fox is showing signs of aggression. Possible rabies."
"What? No... I'm not even a real fox!" Brayden's hand clamps onto Callum's foot.
"Ow, that fucking hurts!"
"Fox is hurt. Will need care afterwards."
"Brayden! CUT THIS OUT NOW!"
"More aggression noted."
Callum kicks again. This time with full force. Brayden falls over backwards and Callum sprints out of the room. Brayden gets up and slowly, steadily follows the blue rubber fox to the bathroom door.
"Cut it out," screams Callum as he holds the door shut, "This is too much."
"Fox will receive treats if it complies," replies Brayden.
"I don't want treats! I want you to stop this!"
"Fox is a good boy. Right?"
This sentence hits Callum. Brayden's mind has clearly been affected by the rubber. Brayden has been turned into a drone, both physically and mentally. Callum's eyes dart towards a window. He then see's a shelf within arm's reach, "That should hold him for a few minutes while I escape," he says under his breath.
Callum pulls the shelf in front of the door. He looks at the window which is wide open. Brayden pushes against the door, already moving the heavy shelf. A deep breath exits Callum's mouth as he runs for the window. Hops onto the ledge. He turns his head to see Brayden has nearly opened the door already. "I've got to get out of here," he says as a climbs through the window and onto the footpath.
Callum climbs Brayden's fence and is soon out on the street. Just in time to hear Brayden drone's roar. Callum bolts away from the house, making as much distance as possible.
"It's a furry," says a teenager from across the street.
"With an exposed dick. Ew," says another one. The blue fox immediately darts into the privacy of a dense wood.
"It looked so real, and shiny," says the same teen as they leave the street, "Maybe we should call the police."
"Or animal control."