USER IS QUACKITY

Quackity was walking along one night, walking in the cool night air and trying to soothe his headache. It was the middle of fall and was quite chilly outside, which meant that QUackity had to bundle up extra well to stay warm.

He walked slowly past many streetlights, trying to calm his pounding head and fuzzy brain. He was walking past one specific light when something else caught his eye. It looked like a feather, but it was bright white, almost in pristine condition.

He hummed quietly examining the feather for a moment, before pocketing it.

He was about to walk away again when he heard small sniffling sounds. They were coming from behind a few of the tall bushes. Quackity contemplated his next move for a few silent beats, before shrugging and deciding, 'Well, at least if I die, I would have gotten an adventure first.'

He took a deep breath and pushed the bush aside, only for his breath to get stuck in his throat before it even reached his lungs.

He saw a figure on the ground, with beautiful white wings and brown fluffy hair. The wings matched the feather that he found perfectly.

Quackity swore he was either dreaming or hallucinating. The thing - whatever it was - was gorgeous, even though Quackity couldn't see their face. Almost like an angel.

But after a few moments of more silence, Quackity heard more sniffles and it took him a moment to register that the angel was shaking. They were crying.