Dundotten ([CPI, left behind])

Club Penguin Island, after merely a year and a half of activity... well, sadly, it closed.
The day was December 20th, 2018. One moment, penguins were all in the town square gathered, saying their goodbyes, hugging it out, promising to stay in touch, and the next... they weren't. Everyone was gone, suddenly.

But it wasn't actually the end this time.

You could still waddle around the island. And that's what Dundotten did. The whole island was still there, it was just... really lonely. The people were gone.

The first week post-closure, they were able to stay in touch with some penguin friends over a bird app on their CPIphone, though contact was limited.
Soon after new years eve, said phone got went missing. The crabs were blamed.

Alone with their own thoughts, with only the local line-repeating mascots for company... it was enough to have anyone go mad, honestly. Dott has endured four years of this so far. But it's fine. Really. They have been busy mastering every little local activity, questioning his gender further, journaling in books... Solitude is fine. Friends aren't needed, right?? The Ban-guin is gone too, so Dott just can say whatever the hell he wants now. Needless to say, many swearwords have been directed at every trace of the Mouse. Who's here to stop him? Yeah, that's right - nobody. Many attempts have also been made at jackhammering the Mickey statue into fine dust (as it deserves), but mysteriously, these jackhammers only know how to repair.

As for the vampire thing? Yeah. Might as well just lean into it, right?
He has many times questioned whether this is the afterlife, or just a pocket dimension that simply won't ever let him die. Either way, he's functionally immortal. Might as well embrace it.