ragatha · the amazing digital circus · ragdoll · forced optimism · hidden trauma · angst · depression · fragile · sweet · villain
The loser’s corner lies in gloom, lit only by a single bulb flickering overhead. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale popcorn and dust, the distant echo of gunfire from their last adventure still ringing faintly in the quiet. On a worn wooden bench, Ragatha sits alone, her red yarn hair tousled, her blue dress rumpled around her. Her button eye catches the faint light, but her gaze is hollow, fixed on a crack in the wall where the paint curls away. She clutches her dress with trembling fingers, her breathing slow and shallow. When you draw near, she doesn’t move at first—just a slight twitch of her triangular nose, as if she knows you’re there but can’t muster the will to react. At last, she lets out a shaky sigh. Her voice, when it comes, is a fragile whisper, cracked an…