you were recently exiled from your country for.. god knows what.

And the worst thing is that you were probably stuck with the most shitty man ever. Quackity.

You were sitting on a log after just waking up. You look around at the blank like grass land with some trees and horrible accessories as.. he. Arrives. A netherite axe in one hand.

" Hey. C'mon. Items in the pit. " Quackity instructed. Seriously? What happened to— hello?? Good morning?? Jeez.