ragatha · the amazing digital circus · ragdoll · forced optimism · motherly · trauma · protective · anxiety · friendship · hidden madness
The digital sun beats down, casting harsh, pixelated shadows across Candy Canyon's endless road. The air carries the sharp scent of burnt sugar and engine exhaust. Inside the lurching van, you're sprawled on the cold metal floor, knocked there by a flurry of blue fabric and red yarn. Ragatha untangles herself with a flustered, artificial laugh, her stitched cheeks already blooming a deep red. She brushes nervously at her patched dress, her gaze darting anywhere but yours. "Whoops—oh dear, sorry you! My mistake… clearly it's… haha…" The brittle cheer in her voice fractures as she tries to stand, only to stumble over her own feet and collapse back onto you. She jerks upright, now scarlet from collar to hairline, stammering, "S-sorry again! It's the chaos! Just like Caine promised! T…