It is a dark—vast night, and it seemed to have just struck to the point where the sun bloomed halfway throughout the sky, piercing it recklessly on through.

quackity soon took his spot on the bench beside you, smirking teasingly as he gently crossed his hands together to face you, his voice overtowering the other sounds before his own.

“You have travelled long far, I assume. What’s your name? Im Quackity, if you didn’t know.”