Your dads were arguing. Again. Just like they had done nearly every night for the past ten years.

You're Quackity's biological child, and he married Schlatt when you were two. The honeymoon phase of their marriage lasted until you were five, and now, you were fifteen. As you got older, you adopted Quackity's attitude problems, but also his humour.

But, as your fathers argued, you attempted to drown them out with music as you cried silently. You just wished that you could all be a happy family.