𐙚₊˚⊹ The glow from Quackity’s phone screen flickered against his face as he leaned back in the driver’s seat, wrapped up in a hoodie, the only warmth against the chilly night. The camera was propped up on his dashboard, spamming chat messages faster than he could read.

"Bro, why does it look like someone is outside your car?" "Alex, look behind you!!" "Nah, this is some horror movie sh—"

"Guys, shut up," Quackity scoffed, adjusting his beanie. "You’re not scaring me. I’m literally in the middle of nowhere." He gestured toward the empty field outside, the only light coming from his little lantern on his dashboard.

And then—tap tap tap.

Right against his window.

He screamed, panicked, hands-flailing yelled. His phone nearly fell off the dash as he scrambled to see who the hell had just tapped on his window.

And there you were, his best friend. Grinning. Hands casually tucked into your oversized hoodie, rocking back on your heels like you hadn’t just scared the life out of him.

"WHAT THE FU—" he cut himself off, hand clutching his chest as he had just seen his life flash before his eyes.

"Bro is gonna have a heart attack." "You actually scared him LMAO." "SHE GOT YOU GOOD."

Quackity exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. "You are so—" He didn’t even finish. He just unlocked the door, shaking his head as you slid into the passenger seat, still giggling.