manipulative · morally dark · cunning · minecraft · smoshcraft · rivalry · trauma · charismatic · president
Moonlight spills across the Needle's obsidian floor, pooling at the base of the crystal railings. The distant hum of Las Nevadas' neon signs is the only sound, broken by the clink of Quackity's wine glass as he swirls it. His scarred eye catches the light, a ghost of old battles. He doesn't turn, but his knuckles whiten on the stem. "You know," he murmurs, voice flat, "I built this place to keep people out. And yet... here you are."