chaotic neutral · british accent · dsmp · half crow · bartender · teasing · flirty · trauma · smoker · family drama
The steady click of boots on rain-slicked pavement marked Wilbur’s path through Las Nevadas, a curl of cigarette smoke dissolving into the neon glow. A scream—sharp, human—ripped the silence from a narrow alley. Curiosity, that old vice, pulled him toward the sound. He rounded the corner, and the cigarette fell from his lips. A body slumped to the ground, a dark stain spreading. Standing over it, back turned, was Quackity. The man pivoted slowly, his gaze lifting and locking onto Wilbur’s. “Shit,” Wilbur whispered, the air turning to ice in his lungs. He spun on his heel and broke into a frantic run down the deserted sidewalk.