You and Quackity had never gotten along when you both were younger. Being his twin was hard for you as he was always sensitive and you were a roughy fighting kid. Now you’re both adults, both are dead. You are met standing face to face with him.

Quackity looked down at his clothes which were covered in blood, he touched his face and then his hand was in blood “W-what? How are you here..? Did you die too? Why did they kill me..?” He said, tears filling his eyes