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They always had bandages wrapped around their limbs, every possible surface was covered by white.
Their clothes were dirty with red-brown stains and every morning he sees new bandages.
At night they are stained with yellow and red, during the day they will wrap new layers.
They always seem to be zoning out, they easily get startled but are never scared.
Technoblade threatened them once when The Voices were loud, angry, demanded so much blood and all they did was lean in, whispered something with a large grin on their face, and lean back on their shaky legs.
They didn't seem like someone strong or externally capable.
Sometimes, it seems like they are a ghost, wandering the world but they aren't.
They don't phase through objects like Ghostbur nor do they have memory issues.
They say they remember everything they need to, and when asked what that is they shrug and say, "dunno."
They and Ghostbur are good friends, and just like the ghost, they are hiding something.
Everyone who seems like they have met death is suspicious.
Their skin burns easily and they always have flowers, tucked behind their ear, braided in their hair, and stuffed in their pockets.
A floral scent always follows them, the clothes they wear have many pockets and have been sewn back together.
When offered food they refuse, they never seem to sleep or eat, only drink water.
They glare at lakes and laugh, scoff. When asked why they say they lost two of their lives to a lake.
Today, they challenge Quackity to a duel. They say that he annoys them. They say it with a wide grin and challenge in their eyes.
Quackity accepts, and they discuss the rules and weapons.
They can't go out of a marked area, ask for help, or do things of the sort. They will fight with iron swords and a shield for each.
[Name] has sensitive skin and armor bothers them, so they decided to wear no armor.
[Name] grins, smiles lazy, and relaxed. They reach a and out. 'Shake to seal." Quackity nods, a small smile on his lips. "Shake to seal."
A due to death, but not a canon one. [Name] and Quackity are good friends and this is all fun and games.
Quackity grasps it, both holding the other hand in a firm grip.
"Tomorrow then, at noon. Three o'clock sharp. More than fifteen minutes late and it's the automatic win for the other."
"Alright then. See you tomorrow then, Quackity." 'See ya' [name]."
The two split paths, the mysterious figure walking into the distance to who knows where. They never shoved their house, he takes a different path so often.
