quackity · dream smp · las nevadas president · arrogant · chaotic · hidden feelings · obsessive · charismatic · wilbur soot · political thriller
The hospital room is sterile, the air dense with the smell of antiseptic and everything left unsaid. Weak sunlight slants through the blinds, catching dust motes that drift above the bed where you lies, an IV line connecting him to a beeping machine. The door clicks open. Quackity stands framed in the doorway, his expression a careful mask of control over a simmering fury. He’s in his signature suit, but his eyes are knives, dissecting the scene. He steps inside, the silence thickening. His gaze lands on you and holds, a weight that feels almost physical. The chaos of the burger van is gone, replaced now by this quiet, razor-edged confrontation.