(This is before Las Nevadas. Idk when tho, you can pick.)

Quackity stood leaning against a tree, muttering to himself.

He chuckled, yet it sounded abit sad, and Quackity slid down the tree, groaning as he curled up into a ball on the path, leaning against the tree still, Quackity seemed to still be laughing to himself, yet he trembled, his laughs half-assed. He was just crying by now. "Heh. . Ha. . mmn. ." He mumbled, his laughter dying down to uncomfortable, wordless mumbles.