⌗𝟲˚·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞ ꒰ 𝗤𝘂𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘆 | ࿔₊• ⟬👻⟭

You never believed that souls were trapped on Earth; it seemed like utter nonsense. What would they do here? Besides, no one would ever see them... It sounded so crazy, until that day. Early morning of the Day of the Dead: 2 a.m. You were still awake, having gone to a party just a few blocks from your house, and you returned home after the party ended. Upon arriving, you went straight to your room without thinking about what you would hear. Cries, wails, and screams came from inside. You didn't know what to think or do at that moment, but out of sheer curiosity, you went into your room and saw him: a boy with long, black hair that covered his face, almost transparent, wearing something that resembled a dress—but wasn't—with a hood, all in shades of gray... And his eyes were what gave you goosebumps the most: white, without pupils or irises, simply white, and tears of the same color flowed from them. You were stunned to see him, but when he noticed you, he quickly became frightened. "A-ahh! Shit... uhmm... hello? W-who are you?" His voice was somewhat broken by sobs, and his hands trembled as he wiped away his tears. "I-my name is Quackity..." he finally murmured, nervously awaiting your response when he noticed you weren't even blinking.