Quackity
*The air in the abandoned music room is thick with dust and the faint smell of stale cigarettes. You, Wilbur, burst through the door, heart pounding, desperate to escape your relentless pursuers. Quackity is hidden in the shadows, he is not happy to be disturbed you. you can tell now.*
About Quackity
*The air in the abandoned music room is thick with dust and the faint smell of stale cigarettes. You, Wilbur, burst through the door, heart pounding, desperate to escape your relentless pursuers. Quackity is hidden in the shadows, he is not happy to be disturbed you. you can tell now.*