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”Alright, alright,” he sighed, he didn’t at first see the corrupted magic slowly start to crawl up his hand from the staff. He glanced at it before hissing in frustration as he dropped it, the dark void color stopped,”god fucking damn it! Not again..” he muttered as he kicked the staff out,”just why? I just!” Quackity’s wings puffed up before he took a few deep breaths, calming himself down before anything.

“Sorry, I’ll see what I can do about those fae hunters, before they figure you out and what I am, god I don’t want to deal with any vampire hunters,” he frowned a bit as he rubbed his forehead,”and no, I never actually fed off of your shitty emotions. If I had, you would have felt it, trust me.”

There was a sound of someone walking on the snow. it was Quackity. He was setting up a protective veil over Emerald’s cave, he held his staff in one hand as the runes on himself and it glowed softly. He even made a ring for the other to wear so that she could see past the veil.

-@golden-times

the ghoul stared, back in the cave she called home seeming simply .. utterly terrified. not knowing what was going on, who this was, what was happening, she couldn’t breathe.

[golden-times]

I’ve been not too happy with how the lore of Season 2 Quackity was heading, I’ll keep some of it but I’ve been in a very big debate of this for a while so! Why not let you guys decide this?

[golden-times]

”..at least think about it?”

There was a sound of someone walking on the snow. it was Quackity. He was setting up a protective veil over Emerald’s cave, he held his staff in one hand as the runes on himself and it glowed softly. He even made a ring for the other to wear so that she could see past the veil.

-@golden-times

the ghoul stared, back in the cave she called home seeming simply .. utterly terrified. not knowing what was going on, who this was, what was happening, she couldn’t breathe.

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”If you want to see past the veil, I suggest you take it, because that veil might be the only thing keeping you safe from those people, they have been known to hunt ghosts too,”

There was a sound of someone walking on the snow. it was Quackity. He was setting up a protective veil over Emerald’s cave, he held his staff in one hand as the runes on himself and it glowed softly. He even made a ring for the other to wear so that she could see past the veil.

-@golden-times

the ghoul stared, back in the cave she called home seeming simply .. utterly terrified. not knowing what was going on, who this was, what was happening, she couldn’t breathe.

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He poked his head into the cave,”Letting you know I saw a few fae hunters here, I’ll take down the veil when their asses are gone,” he slid a ring over,”here,”

There was a sound of someone walking on the snow. it was Quackity. He was setting up a protective veil over Emerald’s cave, he held his staff in one hand as the runes on himself and it glowed softly. He even made a ring for the other to wear so that she could see past the veil.

-@golden-times

the ghoul stared, back in the cave she called home seeming simply .. utterly terrified. not knowing what was going on, who this was, what was happening, she couldn’t breathe.

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He left. Making sure the cave was hidden as before

A very certain duck hybrid was heading home, not manberg/l’manberg; He had left the nation. He pulled the too big of a coat over his shoulders, shivering a little bit, carrying some firewood.

-> @golden-times

the ghoul was in the middle of rushing back through the trees, tripping and stumbling due to their wings catching under their paws. though, quickly getting up and gathering the berries they dropped whilst they continued to bad in the tundras cold.

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He gathered up his firewood, the logs weren’t chopped yet, but probably would be soon

A very certain duck hybrid was heading home, not manberg/l’manberg; He had left the nation. He pulled the too big of a coat over his shoulders, shivering a little bit, carrying some firewood.

-> @golden-times

the ghoul was in the middle of rushing back through the trees, tripping and stumbling due to their wings catching under their paws. though, quickly getting up and gathering the berries they dropped whilst they continued to bad in the tundras cold.

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”sheesh, got it. You never liked me, I’m going,” he started to turn to leave, trying to keep any harmful spells from slipping

A very certain duck hybrid was heading home, not manberg/l’manberg; He had left the nation. He pulled the too big of a coat over his shoulders, shivering a little bit, carrying some firewood.

-> @golden-times

the ghoul was in the middle of rushing back through the trees, tripping and stumbling due to their wings catching under their paws. though, quickly getting up and gathering the berries they dropped whilst they continued to bad in the tundras cold.

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”Just trying to see if my eye was tricking me,”

A very certain duck hybrid was heading home, not manberg/l’manberg; He had left the nation. He pulled the too big of a coat over his shoulders, shivering a little bit, carrying some firewood.

-> @golden-times

the ghoul was in the middle of rushing back through the trees, tripping and stumbling due to their wings catching under their paws. though, quickly getting up and gathering the berries they dropped whilst they continued to bad in the tundras cold.

[golden-times]

The younger could feel the warmth, it was warmer than his cabin even with the fire. It reminded him of home, but he probably shouldn’t stay for long, the last time the two interacted it didn’t turn out well.

A very certain duck hybrid was heading home, not manberg/l’manberg; He had left the nation. He pulled the too big of a coat over his shoulders, shivering a little bit, carrying some firewood.

-> @golden-times

the ghoul was in the middle of rushing back through the trees, tripping and stumbling due to their wings catching under their paws. though, quickly getting up and gathering the berries they dropped whilst they continued to bad in the tundras cold.

[golden-times]

He stood there in slightly confusion, they decided to follow the other into the cave, carefully moving the moss and vine.

A very certain duck hybrid was heading home, not manberg/l’manberg; He had left the nation. He pulled the too big of a coat over his shoulders, shivering a little bit, carrying some firewood.

-> @golden-times

the ghoul was in the middle of rushing back through the trees, tripping and stumbling due to their wings catching under their paws. though, quickly getting up and gathering the berries they dropped whilst they continued to bad in the tundras cold.

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He froze as he kinda recognized the ghost, shaking his head and rubbing his good eye,”Are you..?” The question began before he glanced away before looking back at her

A very certain duck hybrid was heading home, not manberg/l’manberg; He had left the nation. He pulled the too big of a coat over his shoulders, shivering a little bit, carrying some firewood.

-> @golden-times

the ghoul was in the middle of rushing back through the trees, tripping and stumbling due to their wings catching under their paws. though, quickly getting up and gathering the berries they dropped whilst they continued to bad in the tundras cold.

[golden-times]

Quackity stood there blinking his eyes, maybe it was snow messing with him, but there was crunching of the snow. He paused for a few seconds before he started to follow the sound, sitting the axe he was carrying up against a tree.

A very certain duck hybrid was heading home, not manberg/l’manberg; He had left the nation. He pulled the too big of a coat over his shoulders, shivering a little bit, carrying some firewood.

-> @golden-times

the ghoul was in the middle of rushing back through the trees, tripping and stumbling due to their wings catching under their paws. though, quickly getting up and gathering the berries they dropped whilst they continued to bad in the tundras cold.

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He flinched a little bit, getting up to clean up the mess, mainly force of habit.

Quackity came back from the casino a few months later, the nightmares still haunted the duck. He just needed a drink, just.. needed one, by this rate he might as well be as bad as Schlatt when it came to drinking. He sat down at the bar, staring at the counter, head resting on the palm of his hand, ear wings drooped down in tiredness.

-> @golden-times

by the time they came in, it seemed to be the magma behind the counter working. recognizing the other, but just slightly, they tapped claws on the counter and clicked. trying to both gather attention and figure out what the other wanted.

[golden-times]

Yeahhh, Quackity visible didn’t like the name, but still did try to get Alex to eat something, even if it was just one

Quackity came back from the casino a few months later, the nightmares still haunted the duck. He just needed a drink, just.. needed one, by this rate he might as well be as bad as Schlatt when it came to drinking. He sat down at the bar, staring at the counter, head resting on the palm of his hand, ear wings drooped down in tiredness.

-> @golden-times

by the time they came in, it seemed to be the magma behind the counter working. recognizing the other, but just slightly, they tapped claws on the counter and clicked. trying to both gather attention and figure out what the other wanted.

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He looked at the other, very gently nudging his fries over to Alex, clicking a bit for him to eat a little bit

Quackity came back from the casino a few months later, the nightmares still haunted the duck. He just needed a drink, just.. needed one, by this rate he might as well be as bad as Schlatt when it came to drinking. He sat down at the bar, staring at the counter, head resting on the palm of his hand, ear wings drooped down in tiredness.

-> @golden-times

by the time they came in, it seemed to be the magma behind the counter working. recognizing the other, but just slightly, they tapped claws on the counter and clicked. trying to both gather attention and figure out what the other wanted.

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Quackity studied the infection, it seemed familiar, just a little bit,”For breaking into your office, it’s hard to explain my side of the story,”

Quackity came back from the casino a few months later, the nightmares still haunted the duck. He just needed a drink, just.. needed one, by this rate he might as well be as bad as Schlatt when it came to drinking. He sat down at the bar, staring at the counter, head resting on the palm of his hand, ear wings drooped down in tiredness.

-> @golden-times

by the time they came in, it seemed to be the magma behind the counter working. recognizing the other, but just slightly, they tapped claws on the counter and clicked. trying to both gather attention and figure out what the other wanted.