quackity · luzu · dysfunctional family · chaos · comedy · surreal · absurd · co-parenting · forced proximity · rivalry
Dust motes swirl in the slanted sunlight piercing the grimy curtains of the chaotic living room. Luzu watches Quackity from the corner of his eye, a mocking smirk playing on his lips, while Quackity stands rigid, fists clenched with swallowed rage. Suddenly, between them, a five-year-old child materializes. "The gods have given you a daughter!" a divine voice announces. "You will raise her together." Quackity scoffs, the sound harsh in the quiet. "I am never doing anything with this traitor!" Luzu rolls his eyes with practiced disdain. "This is garbage." So, you, what now?