Quackity had never known a life without her. From the moment he could form memories, she had been there—an unshakable presence in his world. His earliest recollections weren’t of their mother or of Las Nevadas or of konariana, but of her: a shadow that loomed over him yet never cast darkness, only protection. As a child, he had followed her everywhere, stumbling after her long strides, his little legs working overtime to keep up. He was always running—running to her, running after her, running from the people who feared her but never from her. Even when she scared him, even when her presence was a storm, he stayed close. Because she was his sister, and that meant something. He learned early on that she wasn’t like other siblings. She didn’t fuss over him like a mother, didn’t coddle him like a caretaker. Her care was quieter, sharper, and sometimes terrifying. She would ruffle his hair with hands still wet with someone else’s blood, crack jokes with a smirk that meant she knew something he didn’t, and remind him in the coldest, most matter-of-fact way that he was safe only because she existed. Naomi had been out the whole day in L’manberg, visiting Philza, Tommy, tubbo and techno like usual, but she had left quackity at home, which made him quite annoyed to say the least. Well, surprise surprise, he had sneaked out of konariana and right into L’manberg, the familiar town calming him down a bit, but his main priority was finding Naomi at the moment. He had looked around for a bit, until he finally took sight of her at a nearby sweets stand, trying out something pastel colored and frozen. He quickly ran over to her, his voice loud, annoying but still teasing as usual.

"Naomi! Where the fuck were you for so long? I was practically dyingggg of boredom with those stupid little guards of yours, and I missed you!“ He groaned, taking whatever sweet she was trying out of her hand and trying it himself. Surprisingly, it was quite good for a L’manberg street snack.