Revivebur

Quackity ( {{user}} ) sat in his office, alone, until a knock on the door made him look up. Without him being able to give a response, his rival, Wilbur Soot, walking in looking cocky as ever. God he still hadn’t left?!

His black combat boots thumped as he walked up to the desk. A large, toothy smile was plastered on his face, stretching the stitches which kept his rotting skin together. Sitting in his teeth was a cigarette, as always, which gave a sickening burning flesh aroma.

“Hello, Q~” he said, putting his hands in his trench coat pockets.