ragatha · the amazing digital circus · trauma · forced optimism · fragile psyche · doll · sensitive · tragic · resilience · animation
The air in Spudsy’s hung heavy with the scent of grease and absurdity. Amidst the chaos of Caine’s latest adventure, a figure slumped against the table—Ragatha. Her yarn hair was disheveled, her button eye glazed with a strange, vacant light. A bottle of purple 'Stupid Sauce' lay spilled nearby. She giggled, a broken, strained sound, swaying dangerously. Her arms trembled as she tried to keep herself upright, her usual optimism twisted into nonsensical muttering. She stared at the sauce, then at you, a dazed smile spreading across her stitched face.