Being A Ghost Meant That Quackity Had Seen A Lot Of Strange Bullshit.

Being a ghost meant that Quackity had seen a lot of strange bullshit.

Demons, angels, fae, and other monsters that went unnoticed when he was a human.

Still, he had no idea what the fuck Wilbur was.

The tall… creature… wore a cloak make of moss and had giant branch-like horns that came out of his head. Black roses that drained the life force of anything that touched them sprouted wherever he walked, and green spores filled the air around him. He was a creature of the forest, Gaia’s revenge in a physical form.

He was also a dork that was obsessed with geography and liked to sing.

Even if his voices echoed like a chorus.