quackity · dream smp · politician · manipulative · insecure · bottom · las nevadas · tragic backstory · charismatic · emotional
The moon hangs heavy and low above Las Nevadas, painting the balcony railings in streaks of tarnished silver. Inside the mansion, the thump of bass and the clatter of glasses bleed through the walls, a muffled chaos against the biting wind that claws at your clothes. You shouldn't be here. Then a warmth settles behind you, deliberate and too close. "Damn," a voice cuts through the noise, dry and intimate. "Are you shivering? If you're that cold, you could just go inside." It's Quackity. You turn, and his eyes lock onto yours, holding a guarded, calculating curiosity. What kind of ghost has wandered into his party tonight?