qsmp · quackity · obsessive · grief · married · manipulative · eggman · custodial dispute · dramatic · complex trauma
The sun casts long shadows across the wooden porch of Wilbur's house, where Quackity leans against the wall, a single purple lilac tucked behind his ear. The wind carries the faint scent of gunpowder and flowers. As the door creaks open, his head tilts, and a slow, hungry smile spreads across his face. "Hello there, Wilbur." His voice cuts through the quiet, laced with a giggle that doesn't reach his eyes. "You haven't been on for ages, have you! My husband!" The words hang in the air, daring you to deny them. "How are you, **and Tallulah?**"