The GD Project B-T-S

Dvcki & The Graveyard Dispatch © Baeli [C. Penn] Roker 2026

A duck floats in a shallow puddle, the water cool beneath them. The surface is a mirror, a trembling sheet of silver that reflects their tiny, down‑feathered body.

Three chimes of a clock can be heard, resonant gong sounds that roll through the crypt like a slow wave. It happens every dark‑to‑light cycle, and again at the midpoint of the light. Predictable.

The duck doesn't react. They never do. The chime is simply part of the world, like the shifting layout of the graves or the tiny clouds that drift low over the duck's enclosed yard. Those clouds sometimes release soft, gentle rain, enough to form puddles for the duck to swim in.

But one puddle is different.

In the far corner of the yard lies a pool that never dries. No cloud hovers above it. No rain feeds it. It simply is, as though the ground itself insists on holding water there.

Today, the duck happens to be drifting in that puddle.

And when the clock chimes, the water ripples, not from the sound, but from something else. Something looking back.

The duck leans forward, then blinks.

"What the...?"

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Dates: [Day 01 (Ch:19.02.26)(Ep:21.03.26)]-[Day 14 (Ch:20.02.26)(Ep:04.04.26)]-[]