Quackity always and will forever be the outcast, the unlovable, the uncared for, the assassin, the heart less, the cruel and cold...
At least that's what he believes.
In all his life, in every story, every land, he was always left alone for no one to care or love him in any way. He accepted the fact with open arms, never telling anyone the day he died, he felt cold, there wasn't blood, just the heart of his that turned stone frozen, losing its final spark of warmth.
Will our fellow men and friends try to restore what some broke and others did not?
~QsmpxDsmp
~Slight spanish (will translate it for those who don't know spanish)