Quackbur

man in shining iron amour

CW- strong language.
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eyes opened as the warm grass surrounded him, caressing his body as the wind pushed the green nature onto his skin.

he sat up, yawning as he thought he spent forever in limbo, he was still wearing the same clothes before he fell into the void.

Quackity stands up, looking around to see nothing but trees and animals in the distance, he felt like he knew what was happening, so he had to go with it.

he walks over to a tree, breaking it piece by piece until his communicator buzzed.

SLIMECICLE WAS RESPAWNED.

Quackity sighed in relief, at least he knew that the people he loves had been respawned.

at this point, he had made a crafting table and he had started to make tools out of wood, now he just needs to find a cave.

something felt off, he felt like he could hear someone, what if it was a mob? what if he was going to die?

he looked over in every angle possible, but mainly checking west, he didn't want the sun to go down so soon- because he knew that he would have to fight mobs.

a shiver crept up his spine, he hates the thought of being alone in such ways but he has done this many of times before, so he knows what he's doing. but he hasn't got much resources.

as he gathered up more wood, stone, coal and iron, he decides that it is time to make a house, he figured that in the morning is the best time to go and get some wood, as he doesn't want to risk the sun going down.

as he started to build, he didn't know if he would find his way back to anybody, so- what if he makes his own country again, fill the horizon with lights, so the people can make there way to him? i mean, he wouldn't waste his time finding other people.

his house wasn't too special, it was built out of wood and stone, peeled wood used as pillars at the corner of the house and there was a small porch, the house consisted of three rooms, his room, a bathroom, and a room just incase somebody else found him, and there was also a sitting room and a kitchen.

it wasn't decorated too well, the kitchen was nearly empty. it just had a couple barrels and a furnace in, the sitting room had chairs in, and the bathroom had a small water fall to wash yourself in and a hole with water in.

the rooms were different, they didn't have beds yet, but they had armour stands with armour on, crafting tables and a double chest. he was proud of himself, a half decent house that he built in under 15 hours is quite good for him. well, even though he built Las Nevadas in two months before, but he already had the materials ready for that.

the sky struck in darkness, glistening stars filled the sky as he heard mobs shiver in intimidation outside his house, he heard them move and walk through the sand, a couple thumps filled his ears, Quackity moved to the corner of his room, what if someone had found him? what if someone he didn't like had found him?

he grunted in annoyance. yeah, he didn't want to be alone, but he also had a nagging feeling that he didn't want to share his belongings with anybody else.

a knock on the door startled him, the knock didn't seem harsh, just loud enough so anybody in depth of the house could hear.

Quackity slowly got up, he knew he had to answer it. what if it was somebody who was in danger? what if it was Wilbur?

Quackity rushed down the stairs in somewhat excitement, the stairs were just a normal colour but you could see how he rushed to put them down.

he opened the door slowly, the cold air swept the non existent dust from the floor, making Quackity shiver.

as soon as he opened the door fully, he saw a man in shining iron armour holding an iron sword. "Q.." he says in complete happiness.

"Eret, how did you find me?"