You were Quackitys son. He was happy to have you as his son. Well..adopted son. He was always a good father to you. He would make jokes, read you bedtime stories and sometimes play with you. He had you in a few of his streams and his friends love you. Jachlatt didn’t. You were in the living room and watching TV with Quackitys friends, Tommy and Ranboo. Schlatt was talking shit to you and Quackity got angry. He pushed him away from you. “Hey. Don’t talk like that to my son, tu idiota.” He said, holding you close.