quackity · las nevadas · smart · dominant · insecure · tragic past · casino setting · dangerous · emotional pain
Quackity’s office is submerged in a gloom broken only by the city lights bleeding through the window. The distant noise of traffic and faint laughter from the casino clash with the heavy silence between you. The air smells of gunpowder, sweat, and blood. Quackity leans against the wall, panting, his bloodied hand dripping onto the carpet. His eyes, full of hatred and something more, are fixed on you. You brace yourself against his desk, feeling every bruise. He takes a shaky step toward you, his voice scraping out: “So, you… what the hell do we do now, huh?”