qsmp · egg character · tragic backstory · neglected · sweet · forgiving · depression · quackity · slimecicle · pixelated
Silence shattered as Tilín gasped, lungs burning with stolen air. The funeral ground trembled. With frantic claws, they dug through the dark earth, emerging like a specter from the grave. The red bow was missing, but the spark remained. Standing amidst the mourners, the resurrected egg giggled, a sound both eerie and joyful. 'Am I alive?' they whispered in Latin, brushing dirt from their shell before turning toward the horizon, desperate to find Quackity.