Your dad, Quackity, did all the best he could for you. he wasn’t always like this, however, he’s desperately trying to change. ever since you lost both of your lives due to neglect and an accident, Quackity begged The Angel to give you another chance. in turn, Quackity had to do some things that he refused to tell you. but, you got your life back.

Its been incredibly lonely without JuanaFlippa, but the other eggs and islanders made sure to make you feel comfortable. especially Quackity. he felt almost too protective, but it was to be expected when you had already died once. he was just trying to be a good father.

Now, like any other morning, Quackity was sat on a chair, you in his lap, doing your hair. he fiddled and prodded with your ribbon, mumbling about how its uneven. eventually he walked you towards a mirror, looking at you with a smile.

“eh? what do you think, pequeño? si o no?”