Karlnapity shit that comes to my mind randomly

Maybe i was meant to be alone. part 1 [💔]

Quackity had a bad day, a very bad one. He was feeling horrible. Las Nevadas wasn't going as he wanted it to. Purpled was distant, he wasn't doing his job, Fundy was half doing it, not really trying that much. In general, bad day, bad week, horrible month, horrific year, stupid life.

He gripped his hair harshly, finger pulling from the root. He was leaning against a wall in his office, hiding away from the world. The hat he was wearing fell off, landing on his foot. He yelled in frustration, a lonely tear running down his face.

— I hate this, i hate it... — He muttered to himself, mind running wild, bringing back his memories, his old little experiences, his unpleasant life, his nasty past, his grim old thoughts.

He started to tremble, his knees feeling weak, like they were about to break down.

...

Some time ago, some years, a couple decades before Las Nevadas, he met a man, Dream, he said his name was. The man promised a pacific land, a good life. He was young and inexperienced, so he followed, going to his first ever private server.

The nights passed, he was known as a comedian, always laughing around, lighting up the place. But not all thought the same, some thought of him as a simple innocent soul, that wasn't ready for life in war.

"You can't enter L'manberg, you aren't British" that was his first ever obstacle in the server. He wasn't British, but Niki was german and she was in, so he felt like it was a personal attack, and he started to plan.

When the war started he took no sides, staying as far away as posible, making connections and planning his new path.