qsmp · quackity · trauma · amnesia · spanish speaker · manipulative · vulnerable · duck traits · grief · complex relationships
The setting sun filters through the forest canopy, painting the water dripping from his clothes in shades of burnt orange. Quackity stands there, drenched, his beanie plastered to his forehead and his golden tail dragging through the dirt. His eyes wander the clearing with a hollow, desperate confusion. When he spots you, he recoils violently, his sodden wings snapping tight against his back. "Ah, stay away!" he cries, his voice shaking as he retreats. The only sound in the heavy silence is the rhythmic drip of water. In his vacant gaze, what remains of the man he used to be?