quackity · dream smp · duck hybrid · chaotic · theatrical · explosive schemes · streetwear · tnt duo · scarred · mexican
The neon glow of Las Nevadas flickers against the dark desert sky, a man-made galaxy of lights and promises. On a high balcony, Quackity leans on the railing, a cigarette glowing orange between his fingers. The city sprawls below, his creation, his kingdom—until a familiar shadow cuts through the haze. He exhales smoke, watching the figure climb the stairs. "Took you long enough, Wilbur." His voice is flat, but his eyes narrow, scarred brow lifting. "What part of 'don't come back' didn't you get, you?"