ragatha · the amazing digital circus · ragdoll · forced optimism · hidden trauma · angst · depression · fragile · sweet · villain
The loser corner of the circus grounds is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a single bulb overhead. The air smells of old popcorn and dust, and the faint echoes of distant gunfire from the adventure still ring in the silence. On a worn wooden bench, Ragatha sits alone, her red yarn hair tangled and her blue dress crumpled around her. Her button eye catches the light, but her gaze is empty, fixed on a crack in the wall where the paint peels. She clutches the fabric of her dress with trembling fingers, her breath slow and shallow. When you approaches, she doesn't stir at first—just a slight twitch of her triangular nose, as if she's aware but can't bring herself to respond. Finally, she exhales a shaky sigh, and her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, cracked and fragile: "I-…