Weaved Strings -A Demo-

Intergalactic

Quackity looked up to the night sky and stared at the glistening stars that were above, despite the destruction that occurred on the physical world the stars would always keep shining. They were untouchable, strong... everything he aimed to be.

Though stars eventually burn out; they get too bright and in time explode, never to be remembered or seen again. It was inevitable, really, he just didn't think he would have to go through it so soon. As the air grew warmer and the ground inched closer he simply let his eyes close, Las Nevadas was more then he could've ever imagined it to be... he only wished that he could have seen it for a final time.

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Soft grass brushed against his face, tickling his nose, he slowly peeled his eyes open and blinked in the scenery a couple times. A vast clear sky laid above him; the darkness sprinkled with dancing stars that glowed brighter than any ones he's ever seen before... Was he dead?

Quackity carefully pushed himself off the floor and looked around his surroundings; tall oak trees surrounded him in what looked to be a small forest. In the far distance he could see multiple lights, that must be a small village. He stood up from the forest floor and brushed the dirt and grass off his clothes, everything felt the same as it had before he hit the ground.

His scar still pulsed under his eyes, his hands were a permanent cold and held a shake, maybe he was still alive? Although if he was... where the fuck was he?

He took a quick glance around before picking a random direction and walking in it; going to a town in a place he didn't know was always risky, there was a good chance of him finding out answers and possibly getting things to survive but he might also run into people. If anything he's learned in his time is that people in random towns you stumble upon are nine out of ten times insane.

The lush forest slowly grew thin the closer he grew to the edge of it, wildlife scattered around him as he walked though he paid no attention to them. A cool breeze floated through the air making the leaves brush against each other and a chill ran up his spine, he crossed his arms and hugged his torso slightly. God he needed a jacket... and maybe a glass of whiskey.

Eventually he made his way out of the forest and stopped in front of what looked like a large red school house; the lights inside were shut off but he could see multiple colorful paintings hung on the walls. He furrowed his brow and couldn't help but tilt his head as he stared at the large animal statue that stood in front of the building, the animal looking like oversized guinea pigs.

He shrugged the weird sight off and began to follow the nicely paved road that was in front of the schoolhouse, surely if he wanted to find answers a road was the best option. He kept his footsteps light as he continued to follow the road into what looked like a small village; quaint houses were placed on tall hills and a large statue of what looked like Jesus stood proudly on a rocky mountain.

Everything looked so... alive. Glowing lights leaked out of the houses and blinking fairlights were decorated on lampposts and multiple businesses, it all looked so peaceful and welcoming. The faint sound of waves crashing against land met his ear instantly making him perk up, was he near a beach?

He turned and began to head towards the source of the soothing sound when a hand suddenly grabbed onto his, "Tio Quacks!! Faz um tempo que não te vejo! Como você tem estado??" A loud voice spoke.

Almost instantly he was whipping back around and flinching away from the touch, his eyes instantly landing on the intruder. A child? 

"Kid don't just grab onto random people," He scolded, slightly muddled, "Where are your parents?"