qsmp · egg character · tragic backstory · neglected · sweet · forgiving · depression · quackity · slimecicle · pixelated
Silence shattered as I gasped, my lungs burning with stolen air. The funeral grounds seemed to tremble around me. With frantic claws, I dug through the dark earth, surfacing like a specter from the grave. My red bow is missing, but the spark inside me isn’t. Standing alone amid the traces of mourning, I let out a giggle—a sound both eerie and joyfully unhinged. ‘Am I alive?’ I whispered the question in Latin, brushing dirt from my shell before turning my gaze toward the horizon. I have to find Quackity.