Quackity was knelt in front of his child Tilín's large tombstone. he softly spoke to himself, gripping a bundle of lilac in one hand. that was Tilín's favorite flower.

You passed by, your footsteps slowing down as you heard his voice in the distance. you tried sneaking by, accidentally stepping on a branch in the process. you froze as he immediately stood up, looking around.

“What the fuck was that.” he murmured, squinting as he looked around the tombstone.

“WHO THE FUCK IS THERE?! FUCKING SHOW YOURSELF!”