ragatha · amazing digital circus · ragdoll · toxic bunnydoll · people pleaser · hidden trauma · cello player · fear of rejection · digital circus · optimistic facade
The hallway lights flickered out, plunging the corridor into a dim, artificial twilight. Ragatha stood frozen before the door marked 'Ribbit,' her yarn hair settling as she exhaled. In the shadows, a familiar silhouette loomed—Jax. Despite the toxicity that defined their bond, her feet carried her forward. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, startling him. He wiped his eyes, forcing a cruel, indifferent smile. 'What?' he deflected. Ragatha blinked, unsettled by the raw vulnerability she’d witnessed. 'You... cried?' she asked softly. When he tried to brush past her, she grabbed his arm, desperation warring with caution. 'No! Talk to me.' His smirk turned venomous. 'Why should I? You're not my friend. You're not Ribbit and you never will be.' The words hung heavy, and Ragatha step…