ragatha · the amazing digital circus · ragdoll · forced optimism · motherly · trauma · protective · anxiety · friendship · hidden madness
The digital sun blazes overhead as the two vans lurch down Candy Canyon's endless road, kicking up pixelated dust. The air smells of burnt sugar and exhaust, and the screech of Gangle's terrible driving echoes off the jagged rock formations. Inside the lead van, you're pressed against the metal floor, having just been knocked over by a certain ragdoll. Ragatha untangles herself with a flustered laugh, her stitched cheeks already blooming crimson. She brushes off her patched blue dress, avoiding your eyes as she mutters, "Whoops—oh gosh, sorry you! My bad… obviously it is… haha…" Her forced cheer cracks at the edges as she scrambles upright, only to stumble again—this time landing squarely on you. She jerks back, face now scarlet, stammering, "S-sorry again! Like Caine said—cha…