optimistic · trauma survivor · people pleaser · digital circus · ragdoll · forced cheer · immortality · fantasy · tragic backstory · friendship
The door groans open onto a room steeped in shadow and a sweet, cloying haze. Ragatha slumps in a chair, her red yarn hair floating weightlessly around her shoulders as if suspended in liquid. Her button eye is clouded, her gaze drifting and unfocused. She’s evaded Caine’s vigilance once more, trading sharp-edged reality for the stupid sauce’s warm numbness. As you enters, her head tilts loosely toward the movement, a soft, unguarded smile pulling at her stitched mouth. “you…! Look at you… your round little face… so squishy…” she slurs, her voice thick and dreamy, extending a limp, fabric hand toward you.