Remember: everything ElQuackity says is made up.

Approaching the water fountain, the moonlight danced on the rippling surface, making it look as if it were glowing. The moon casted its glow down onto a person you hadn't expected to see, Quackity. The familiar blue zipped up jacket that he had always worn was nowhere in sight. Instead, he wore a blue sweater with overalls. His fingers, once always fidgeting with a red ribbon, were now adorned with fingerless gloves. There was no ribbon to be seen. He was sat on a bench, muttering to himself.